The Ploughed Field

On another sunny but cold day of clear cerulean skies I walked further along Roger Cobb’s footpath and back. While traversing the garden into Downton Lane I paused to photograph species tulips Lilac Wonder, forget-me-nots, and daffodils vying for space in the Palm Bed. These three cyclists left the required amount of space as theyContinue reading “The Ploughed Field”

The Oval Bed Today

The earlier third of the day was overcast but warm. On my way through the garden to set out on a walk down Downton Lane I photographed several newly opened tulips, one of which bore a sleepy bee. Even 30 m.p.h. on our eponymous winding lane is probably too fast at any time, yet itContinue reading “The Oval Bed Today”

In The Soup

It is not unusual for us to be held up at Brockenhurst’s railway level crossing. This morning, on the way to visit Mum, was no exception. I had ample opportunity to photograph some roadside dandelions. As we approached Woodpeckers Care Home we noticed a crocodile of preschool children with a number of adult attendants walkingContinue reading “In The Soup”

Expect Equine Visitors

CLICK ON ANY IMAGE IN A GROUP TO ACCESS ITS GALLERY, INDIVIDUAL MEMBERS OF WHICH CAN BE VIEWED FULL SIZE BY SCROLLING DOWN AND CHECKING BOX AT BOTTOM RIGHT With yesterday’s snow now but a memory, today held a real promise of spring. The Culinary Queen made us a picnic lunch, half of which weContinue reading “Expect Equine Visitors”

A Day Trip To Mousehole

CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE. REPEAT IF REQUIRED It was another dull day today. Aaron and Sean worked in the garden, finishing the log shelter, clearing rubbish, doing dump trips, and beginning to cut down the grizelinia hedge – now substantial trees. I scanned another batch of colour negatives from the Instow holiday of 1985.Continue reading “A Day Trip To Mousehole”

I Guess I Will Never Know

Becky has pointed out that Jackie’s hand is reflected in the eye of the donkey in ‘Close Encounters Of The Asinine Kind’. I have added a postscript to this effect. We are doing our best to learn the myriad of bird calls we hear in the garden. When they are all sounding at once itContinue reading “I Guess I Will Never Know”

A Game Of Peep-Bo

As I put out the bin bags at dawn this morning, the smoking fire further East down Christchurch Road revealed itself to be a blazing sun emerging to presage the splendid day we were to enjoy. A little later, a crouching figure was seen to dart across to my desk and scamper back again. This was Flo,Continue reading “A Game Of Peep-Bo”

A Little Tart

This morning the brilliant neck of the pheasant, joining the pigeons and doves scavenging for scraps from the smaller birds’ breakfast table, occasionally emerged from the pieris camouflage and peered expectantly awaiting the next morsel to be dropped. After our coffee I scanned some more colour slides from 1971. The photographs were all taken in the garden atContinue reading “A Little Tart”

A Plant Hunt

This morning I walked up Hordle Lane taking a route on the right through what are now flint-strewn stubble fields sporting attractive daisies. Yeatton House, now converted into flats, could be seen peering from the trees in the distance. Feeling like a rat seeking egress from a maze, I took a diagonal tractor track acrossContinue reading “A Plant Hunt”

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”