Rugs Still Required

Belying the cold wind which did not lessen until late afternoon, the such shone between fast moving fluffy cotton clouds. A brief garden survey revealed a few broken plant stems and one smashed owl. We decided to return to the clearance work tomorrow, and go out for a drive after lunch. Martin from Crestwood flooringContinue reading “Rugs Still Required”

Bed Head And Bum Flossing

On a warm and sunny morning we drove to the pharmacy at Milton on Sea, and on into the forest. Starry sun reflecting from a window on the Isle of Wight sparkled on the Solent, as it gently lapped against the sea wall and Hurst Castle in the distance. The eroding cliffs, speaking of manyContinue reading “Bed Head And Bum Flossing”

Pasted To Their Neighbour’s Flanks

The veritable Christmas aroma of cinnamon and cloves that permeated the house this morning came from Jackie’s rice factory in preparation for Boxing Day. Anyone who has followed my ramblings for a while may be wondering what the mice have been up to this year. They have brought their lambs to venerate the crib. This brightContinue reading “Pasted To Their Neighbour’s Flanks”

King Canute

After a shopping trip to Lidl in Old Milton this morning, Jackie deposited me alongside the Beachcomber Cafe. Leaving the flat green open space at Barton on Sea, where romped dogs, including two who found an even smaller one to play with, I walked back along the crumbling and undulating cliff top which severely tested theContinue reading “King Canute”

Crumbling Cliffs

This has been a glorious day. Our first real frost lay on those parts of Barton Common not, by 11 a.m., yet reached by the brilliant sun. That was when Jackie deposited me there after a trip to Redcliffe Nurseries where we had purchased four outsize window boxes. I spent almost an hour wandering amongst the bracken,Continue reading “Crumbling Cliffs”