Escalating The Situation

With the aid of Elizabeth’s stick I managed to walk the whole length of Downton Lane and back. A cyclist passed me on the way down, and was himself overtaken by a car. As they approached the bend, round came another bicycle The pedallers made a neat vehicle sandwich and no harm was done. AcrossContinue reading “Escalating The Situation”

A Fan Of Harry Potter

On another fine spring morning I took a walk to Shorefield Country Park and back. Before arriving at the end of the back drive I photographed a few tulips and bunches of daffodils. A cerulean Christchurch Bay could be seen from the entrance to Roger Cobb’s top field on Downton Lane. Further down the road,Continue reading “A Fan Of Harry Potter”

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”

Compost Soup

There is now some confusion about whether it is acceptable here to drive to an exercise location. Today I confined myself to our garden and the footpath across Roger Cobb’s farm on Downton Lane. This was once a regular walk – before my knee surgeries. In the garden more tulips are opening and daffodils continueContinue reading “Compost Soup”

Keep Your Eye On The Silly Hat

CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE. THOSE IN GROUPS ACCESS GALLERIES THAT CAN BE VIEWED FULL SIZE. Jackie was really unwell today. I needed to ask for a home visit from the Milford Medical Centre GP. The service was its usual brilliant self. Dr Bartlet visited. He was as thorough as ever and demonstrated that hisContinue reading “Keep Your Eye On The Silly Hat”

Down The Lane

This morning I wandered through the garden, down Downton Lane and into Roger’s field and back. The red Japanese maple is now coming into leaf, and we may soon have to refill the Waterboy’s shell. The clematis Montana, retrained eighteen months ago, now festoons the dead tree; and different, delicate, tulips are bursting into life.Continue reading “Down The Lane”

Painting The Scene

This morning we took Sheila to visit the Gordleton Mill Hotel and garden. Although there was a private function in the hotel, having walked down a few steps and across the bridge over the River Avon, we were welcomed in the bar and on the patio where we each enjoyed a cappuccino. One of theContinue reading “Painting The Scene”

Our First Christmas In Downton

This Christmas morning began with a phone call from Sam, Holly, Malachi, and Orlaith in Australia. Despite the fact that they were in their car en route to their third party of the day, we had a reasonable enough reception for me to learn what presents the children had received. Such is the miracle ofContinue reading “Our First Christmas In Downton”

‘You’ve Gone Seriously The Wrong Way’

Anyone who has followed my ramblings around  The New Forest during our eighteen months in Minstead, and realised my propensity for making slight navigational errors, should enjoy this post. As I walked down the garden path preparing to take my usual route to Giles’s, I noticed a bright red-tipped butterfly bearing a Lilliputian duckling flitting across anContinue reading “‘You’ve Gone Seriously The Wrong Way’”

‘Painting With Light’

With extensive cloud cover and intermittent rain this morning was considerably warmer than yesterday, but far less inviting for my Hordle Cliff top walk. Nevertheless a rainbow did attempt to put in an appearance, as did a watery sun over The Solent, which sent ochre coloured waves crashing against the blending shingle on the beach.Continue reading “‘Painting With Light’”