Whose Carrots?

On this third dull afternoon as winter attempts a resurgence tomorrow Jackie and I took a forest drive after collecting repeat prescriptions from Milford Pharmacy. Alongside Angel Lane, where we spotted our first clump of bluebells, a pair of forest horses lunched on hay heaps. Silent crows perched beside Milford Road. Jackie photographed me photographingContinue reading “Whose Carrots?”

A Prospective Crow’s Nest?

On this still, silent, gloomy gunmetal grey day, apart from the avian variety we discerned very little signs of life as we took a not very hopeful drive into the forest. A pheasant trotted across Sowley Lane; except for one fleeting moment even crows and doves were not in their usual numbers on the roofsContinue reading “A Prospective Crow’s Nest?”

Along The Lanes To The West

I cannot be bothered to detail the problem that has developed with my probate application, except to say that I have received an e-mail rejecting my completed form for a reason that doesn’t make sense and asking me to submit a new one. Without sending a duplicate form I replied and received a standard automatedContinue reading “Along The Lanes To The West”

Cheers Laurie And Clif

My contribution to Jackie’s general garden maintenance this morning was making a start on weeding the gravelled Gazebo path. I will need to consult with the Head Gardener about these forget-me-nots spilling under the iron wheels. Brick Paths will need to wait their turn; I am not looking forward to the Back Drive which IContinue reading “Cheers Laurie And Clif”

The Battle Of Longslade Bottom

After another wet morning I made a set of A4 prints of his last session on our roof for Barry, then scanned the next five of Charles Keeping’s illustrations to ‘Little Dorrit’. In ‘The cloudy line of mules hastily tied to rings in the wall’, our vision is certainly clouded. With ‘He found a ladyContinue reading “The Battle Of Longslade Bottom”

Cemetery Scavengers

Today I watched the broadcast Six Nations Rugby internationals between Scotland and Wales; between England and Italy; and between France and Ireland, each in a Covid deserted stadium. During intervals I scanned a batch of black and white negatives produced in Brompton cemetery in May 2008. The second picture features the memorial casket of shipownerContinue reading “Cemetery Scavengers”

Le Déjeuner Sur L’herbe

I spent the whole morning foiling a suspected banking scam. This involved several phone calls, listening to long stretches of Muzak, and struggling with a Scots accent on a bad line. Don’t ask. I couldn’t bear to go through it again. This afternoon I reeled up the Gazebo Path to join Jackie who had spentContinue reading “Le Déjeuner Sur L’herbe”

First Steps

Knowing that this would be our last fine day until next week we took an early drive into the forest before returning to Sears Barbers at Milford on Sea where Peter cut my hair. Cotton clouds propelled by a chill east wind scudded across cerulean skies. Bright yellow daffodils lined many of the verges likeContinue reading “First Steps”

Look. No Hands

This afternoon we both collected our new specs from Boots, then drove into the dreary, drizzly forest. Along Undershore there stood an example of the broken trees on soggy terrain that currently proliferate in the woodlands. There wasn’t much sign of life until we came across cattle wandering along Sowley Lane. Owner’s tags, as always,Continue reading “Look. No Hands”

Teddy

Albeit dry, today’s weather consisted of unrelenting Stygian gloom. We set out sometime after 3.00 p.m. which might as well have been dusk, and drove around for a short time before visiting Mum at Woodpeckers. Ponies are now sporting shaggy winter coats. One of these, intent perhaps on leaving some of its hibernal (not hibernate,Continue reading “Teddy”