Running To The Comfort Of His Mum

I have often made chicken stock from bones – usually when preparing a curry – but never as tasty as Becky’s. This morning I followed her suggestions. After lunch Jackie and I took a forest drive before visiting the Milford pharmacy to collect medication. Along Tiptoe Road a group of ponies and foals slept, lolled,Continue reading “Running To The Comfort Of His Mum”

A Tiresome Task

Yesterday I experienced a muzzy-headed relapse – enough for me to turn down a trip to the forest for the first time ever. This morning we made up for it. The mournful expressions of the dogs in the back of the SKODA trailing a pair of led horses bore evidence to our slow progress alongContinue reading “A Tiresome Task”

Standing Out

On another cool, crisp, bright morning of full sunshine we drove to Milford Supplies to buy more picture nails, and continued into the forest. Looking into the valley below and across to a distant, hazy, Bournemouth from Picket’s Post, I watched foraging ponies warming on the moorland. Greys also stood out on the hillside alongContinue reading “Standing Out”

Rather Nonchalant

Melodic birdsong and the plaintive burbling of an unattached wood pigeon, warmed by gentle sunshine, were pleasant accompaniments to my morning’s dead heading project, and the Head Gardener’s general tidying. After lunch, Jackie raked up her herbicide weeding on the back drive and I picked up the piles and transferred them to a bin. AsContinue reading “Rather Nonchalant”

Drivers’ Guide

Knowing how hot it would be today we began early in the garden. My contribution was dead heading and a little clearing up. Bees were early risers, too. Here one lands on lavender and another homes in on salvia. Lilies are now blooming in the Patio Bed, and Special Anniversary rose has responded well toContinue reading “Drivers’ Guide”

Damp

On a decidedly dank morning we took a damp drive to Ferndene Farm Shop via Otter and Everton Garden Centres. We didn’t find what we were looking for in the garden centres, but the Ferndene shop was well stocked and not crowded. We returned home via Holmsley and Forest Road. Although there were a numberContinue reading “Damp”

The Tenacious Rose

The Golden Cockerel Press was an English fine press operating between 1920 and 1961. Its history and further information can be found in https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Cockerel_Press. Tapster’s Tapestry is a little gem of satirical phantasy published in 1938 which I finished reading last night. These two illustrations are of the title page and the jacket, repeating oneContinue reading “The Tenacious Rose”

Risk To Their Undercarriage

Last night I finished reading ‘One Hundred Years of Solitude’ by Colombian Nobel prizewinner Gabriel Garcia Marquez. First published in Argentina in 1967 this book was in the forefront of magical realism, and, as such, made the author anxious about its reception. Although there were some detractors the work has remained popular for more thanContinue reading “Risk To Their Undercarriage”

Exercising Their Right

As I sit at my computer early in the morning reading regular WP posts, I am treated to the gently swaying delights of Stargazer lilies and fuchsia Delta’s Sarah in the front garden. Unidentified lilies graced the dragon bed where, observed by a basking ladybird, I dug holes for two more roses set to climbContinue reading “Exercising Their Right”