“The Smell Of Autumn”

Today was pleasantly temperate. We took an early drive into the forest where the wider roads are often crossed by hoofed animals who make the own tracks into the woodland. We stopped at the junction between Crow Hill and Charles’s Lane for me to photograph examples. The track forks with one tine running alongside Charles’sContinue reading ““The Smell Of Autumn””

The Angel And Blue Pig Inn

CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE. REPEAT IF REQUIRED Work starts early in the morning in the razed North Breeze garden. In preparation for the rear extension, soil has been dug out from the area behind the house. Presumably the digger is levelling off the heap. The fire is now concentrating on rubbish from indoors. WeContinue reading “The Angel And Blue Pig Inn”

Donkeys and Ice Cream

CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE. REPEAT IF REQUIRED When we arrived home from Elizabeth’s late yesterday afternoon, the house was very smoky, and the garden full of ash, all emanating from a bonfire in the North Breeze garden, which had been almost razed to the ground. The jungle is no more. Much rain in theContinue reading “Donkeys and Ice Cream”

Before And After: The Back Drive

A good part of the day, until I set the incinerator going at 4 p.m., was spent in selecting and printing the next section of the garden development album. If there was any task more daunting than anything else in the Old Post House garden, it was the back drive. This is what it lookedContinue reading “Before And After: The Back Drive”

I Couldn’t Shoot The Pheasant

This is today’s second post, because I jumped the gun and fired off the first too early. In order to clear the area for Aaron to finish his work on the back drive, I had a bonfire this afternoon. At one point, walking back to the house, past snowdrops, hellebores, and other early flowers, aContinue reading “I Couldn’t Shoot The Pheasant”

Leith Hill

It has been rather a sleepy, sluggish, day today. The effect of the virus is diminishing, but departing with some reluctance. Again I concentrated on scanning colour slides. These were the last 22 from my honeymoon with Jackie in March 1968. They were taken on a short trip across to Leith Hill, the highest point inContinue reading “Leith Hill”

From Erotic To Gothic

Having admired Mario Vargas Llosa’s epic tale , The War of The End of The World’, I decided to embark upon another of his works. This time I chose a slighter book, the elegant and gentle piece of erotica ‘In Praise of the Stepmother’. Very well written, the tale was ultimately a considerable disappointment. The first bookContinue reading “From Erotic To Gothic”

Favouritism?

During a brief lull in the wet and windy weather the forecasters tell us will worsen over the next two months, I met and spoke with Ralph, the owner of The Spinney, on my way to Hordle Cliff beach and back. He recounted the history of the once again closed Royal Oak pub on theContinue reading “Favouritism?”

Spaghetti, And How To Eat It

There is quite a lot of rubble and other kinds of rubbish scattered about the garden. We have been bagging it up for transfer to the Efford Recycling Centre which is our municipal dump. We thought two trips would be sufficient. There was, however, a queue to enter the site, probably because it was MondayContinue reading “Spaghetti, And How To Eat It”