In The Rough

This morning we received an e-mail from our good blogging friend Lavinia Ross attaching a photograph of the cedar tree (Calocedrus decurrens) she has planted in remembrance of my son Michael. We are very touched by this. Jackie nipped out to photograph the evidence of last night’s sub-zero temperature. We have light frost on variousContinue reading “In The Rough”

Whispering Leaves

The light today was bright; the skies clear; and the temperature cold. This morning we drove into the forest via   Holmsley Passage, with its splendid autumn colour burnishing both woodland trees and bracken-carpeted moorland. The moon, not yet having retired, nestled in the crook between two sunlit tree. Golfers in their retirement putted ballsContinue reading “Whispering Leaves”

The Grass Is Greener

CLICK ON ANY IMAGE IN A GROUP TO ACCESS ITS GALLERY, MEMBERS OF WHICH CAN BE VIEWED FULL SIZE BY SCROLLING DOWN THE PAGE AND CHECKING BOX AT BOTTOM RIGHT. “We must find a lamb,” announced Jackie this morning. “To prove it is Spring”. So we did. Quite a few in fact. This wasn’t veryContinue reading “The Grass Is Greener”

Forest Pursuits

CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE. THOSE IN GROUPS ACCESS GALLERIES THAT CAN BE VIEWED FULL SIZE. We spent the morning driving around the forest before lunching at Holmsley Old Station Tea Rooms. The strong early morning sun forced its way through the rising mist, and eventually dominated the blue skies, warming the landscape, and eventuallyContinue reading “Forest Pursuits”

Honey Lane

CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE. DOING SO ON SMALLER GROUPS GIVES ACCESS TO GALLERIES. The bright sunshine that tempted us out for an early drive through the forest was to last all day. Beams searching their way into the trees picked out the browns, the golds, the greens, and the greys of the season. whileContinue reading “Honey Lane”

Barton Common

What I had stumbled upon three days ago was the edge of Barton Common, into which,┬áJackie had read, had been reintroduced New Forest ponies in order that, by their chomping and defecating, they could return the area to its natural habitat. As it was indeed a day of enticing light, Jackie drove me there thisContinue reading “Barton Common”