Conwy Suspension Bridge

According to Wikipedia ‘The Conwy Suspension Bridge is a Grade I-listed structure and is one of the first road suspension bridges in the world. Located in the medieval town of Conwy in Conwy county borough, North Wales, it is now only passable on foot. The bridge is now in the care of the National Trust. It originally carried the A55(T) road from Chester to Bangor. Built by Thomas Telford, the 99.5-metre-long (326 ft)Continue reading “Conwy Suspension Bridge”

The Reality

SINGLE IMAGES CAN BE ENLARGED WITH A CLICK THAT CAN BE REPEATED. CLICKING ON ANY OF THOSE IN A GROUP ACCESS ITS GALLERY, INDIVIDUAL MEMBERS OF WHICH CAN BE VIEWED FULL SIZE BY SCROLLING DOWN AND CHECKING BOX AT BOTTOM RIGHT This afternoon Jackie drove me out to Calshot and back. Waiting in the queueContinue reading “The Reality”

En Route To Cornwall

CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE. REPEAT IF NECESSARY. A.P. Maintenance, in the form of Aaron and Robin, this morning, almost finished the fence they have built  between our garden and that of North Breeze. On the way through to the gate to the back drive, I enjoyed the early morning sunlight blazing through this hangingContinue reading “En Route To Cornwall”

Fisherton Mill Arts Centre

This morning, Jackie drove us to Salisbury where we met Frances and her friend Jenny for lunch at Fisherton Mill. We arrived in good time. This was fortunate, because we walked the wrong way out of Central car park and took forty minutes, which was eight times what it would have taken had we gone theContinue reading “Fisherton Mill Arts Centre”

Transformation

Today Jackie and I almost finished working on the boundary mentioned yesterday. She worked on planting in various parts of the area around the house, in particular the blue painted butler sinks, which she did a grand job of disguising. My task was to continue trimming the invaders from next door. Jackie helped me toContinue reading “Transformation”

The Three Scrubbers

Jackie’s parents, Veronica and Donald Rivett, were great fans of the the theatre, and able amateur performers. My lady’s continuing rummage through her mother’s mementoes produced evidence of this interest that made my discovery of hidden treasures yesterday pale into insignificance. Like many a teenager of any period, Mum Rivett kept an autograph book. Her batteredContinue reading “The Three Scrubbers”

I’ll ‘Ave The Fish

Fields of buttercups on the way through Minstead were rather less than successful in brightening up a very dull morning as I walked the Shave Wood loop. For a few brief moments the woodland was provided with dappled sunlight which managed to penetrate both the clouds and the trees.  Perky violas, and unfurling cowslips andContinue reading “I’ll ‘Ave The Fish”