Flowers On The Verges

On this much cooler, overcast, morning we visited our GP Surgery for a change of dressing on my injured hand to find that it was now well enough healed to leave it open to the air.

We continued on a drive, first along Saltgrass Lane where

swans and other shore fowl feed in the shallows at low tide

which left white weed striating the rocks.

On 29th January “rules for all types of road users [were] updated to improve the safety of people walking, cycling, and riding horses.” For anyone wishing to learn more these are detailed in

On many of of our local lanes the required space is very difficult to provide. On New Lane, Keyhaven it is quite impossible. We waved as we passed this courteous couple who dismounted and heaved their steeds onto the verge of this narrow passageway.

At East End it was Jackie who took us off the road into a Farm entrance driveway for me to photograph the ubiquitous cow parsley which, in my view, looks much prettier in its natural habitat than in our garden.

White and pink dog roses;

early bramble blossom;

plentiful valerian grew out of St Leonard’s medieval barn walls with accompanying earthbound elderflower bushes, are all at their peak.

Jackie photographed some honeysuckle or wild woodbine.

Some verges along St Leonard’s Road are high, ancient, banks.

This evening we dined on Jackie’s authentic chicken jalfrezi and mushroom and onion rice coloured with turmeric.


Jackie began the day by photographing a pair of dripping wood pigeons huddled atop the Weeping Birch before overnight rain had desisted.

As the skies began to brighten we set off on a drive into the forest where the only signs of livestock were

cyclists like these on Sowley Lane, on the verge of which the

Assistant Photographer photographed attractive pink bramble blossom along with fruit not fully formed beside a

potato field in the

process of being sprayed with waterworks which could probably have

inspired Handel.

I spent much of the afternoon recovering one post’s pictures. I could not have got anywhere with it without Wayback. There was no other way to work out which pictures were missing, especially as some of those that were there bore no relevance to the text:

In the event, it was impossible for me to change either the header picture or the category. Although this doesn’t really matter I would have liked to have done both.

This evening we all dined on roast lamb, roast potatoes, Yorkshire pudding, carrots, cauliflower, broccoli, Brussels sprouts, and gravy, followed by Apple Strudel and custard with which Jackie and Becky drank Blossom Hill White Zinfandel 2021, Ian drank Peroni, and I finished the Nerello Mascalese.

Ellie finished off the bone.