I Wish I’d Brought A Carrot.

Last night we watched the first episode of series 3 of The Crown. Apart from the political aspects of the Wilson premiership I well  remember the death of Winston Churchill in 1965. At the time I was working close to Westminster Bridge and photographed the queue of thousands waiting to pay their respects to his lyingContinue reading “I Wish I’d Brought A Carrot.”

A Wintry Morning

Another splendid pastel sunrise heralded a cold, bright, morning, which sent us into the forest early. We pulled into the entrance to The Joinery Barn, a short distance along our Christchurch Road, so that I could photograph the sun-misted landscape alongside. Since there is no real verge I needed to perch on a little bankContinue reading “A Wintry Morning”

The Grass Is Greener

CLICK ON ANY IMAGE IN A GROUP TO ACCESS ITS GALLERY, MEMBERS OF WHICH CAN BE VIEWED FULL SIZE BY SCROLLING DOWN THE PAGE AND CHECKING BOX AT BOTTOM RIGHT. “We must find a lamb,” announced Jackie this morning. “To prove it is Spring”. So we did. Quite a few in fact. This wasn’t veryContinue reading “The Grass Is Greener”

Welcome To The World

CLICK ON ANY IMAGE IN THE LARGE GROUPS TO ACCESS GALLERIES THAT CAN BE VIEWED FULL SIZE. THE INDIVIDUAL EXAMPLE NEEDS ITS OWN CLICK FOR ENLARGEMENT. This morning we took a trip to the bank in New Milton, then on to Milford on Sea where Peter of Sears Barbers gave me an excellent haircut. Three days ago,Continue reading “Welcome To The World”

Foggy Necking

CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE. THOSE IN GROUPS ACCESS GALLERIES THAT CAN BE VIEWED FULL SIZE. We awoke to a garden covered in frost and fog. As the day progressed, some of the precipitation departed, but the mist remained. My photographs largely appeared as if in monochrome, and I undertook no editing at all. IContinue reading “Foggy Necking”

The Jackdaw

As I ambled along to the post box alongside Ivy Cottages, I realised that I had, in an earlier post, misinformed my readers about the visibility of Ashley Clinton Manor tower from Christchurch Road. Such is the serpentine nature of the A337, that, although Angel Lane is on the left, looking across the fields toContinue reading “The Jackdaw”

A Grey Day

Yesterday morning I abandoned all ideas of any other post than the one I wrote as a tribute to Chris. This is because news of his death reached me as we were on the way to New Milton to collect Alison from the station. Before then we had been relieved of our unwanted bath byContinue reading “A Grey Day”

The Nursery Field

This morning I walked along Christchurch Road to New Milton to meet friend Alison at the railway station. Jackie collected us from there, took us to Old Post House, and returned our guest later. This road winds and undulates but is still busy enough to sound like a formula one racing circuit on telly. MuchContinue reading “The Nursery Field”