Sopping

In mid-morning a smoky burnished golden brown cupola had descended over Downton. By lunchtime rain had set in for the day. Afterwards I posted https://derrickjknight.com/2022/03/16/a-knights-tale-116-a-ploughing-contest/ Peering through a rain-smeared windscreen Jackie and I took a drive in search of wet ponies. On a soggy bank beside Hatchet Pond damp donkeys tore at prickly hedges, whileContinue reading “Sopping”

Sunset Is For The Birds

This morning I emptied a small cabinet of drawers which stood beside my desk. Some of the contents needed shredding, some were binned, and some found homes in our new cupboards. I then tackled two public bodies who I can only reach on line. I won’t bore you with the details of these, save toContinue reading “Sunset Is For The Birds”

Setting Ducks Into Flight

This morning we began filling the new wardrobe, which meant bagging up for disposal many clothes we will never wear again. Afterwards I posted https://derrickjknight.com/2021/11/06/a-knights-tale-59-about-the-children/ This afternoon we took a drive into the forest. Our first stops were at Pilley, where the lake is beginning to recede once more, and rippling water lines the edgesContinue reading “Setting Ducks Into Flight”

A Very Thoughtful Gift

As Jessie left this morning to return home to Primrose Hill, Jackie and I drove to Elizabeth’s to wait for a Parcel Force delivery while she kept a hospital appointment. We took a minor diversion through the forest on our way home. Groups of pigs from the verges and the greens of Pilley converged onContinue reading “A Very Thoughtful Gift”

Lymington River

Late this afternoon we took a drive into the forest. The deciduous trees shielding Sway Tower from South Sway Lane are turning chestnut brown. Jackie parked beside Beaulieu Road, Brockenhurst on a verge beside which an exhaust box kept pace with the turning of fallen oak leaves. From there I walked along the undulating banksContinue reading “Lymington River”

Hatchet Pond At Dusk

Today’s Christmas rose is this peach one from the patio bed. The neighbouring clematis Cirrhosa Freckles festoons the grateful gazebo. The now solitary pigeon still perches praying for the return of its deceased mate. Nugget now spends much of his time outside the stable door where he enjoys sole use of the feeder by theContinue reading “Hatchet Pond At Dusk”

Swooping And Squabbling

All was still and bright in the garden today when we began the post-storm recovery. We didn’t manage the patio area, which won’t take long tomorrow. Aaron righted the Rose Garden arch, with minimal discomfort to Crown Princess Margareta and Zefirini Drouhin. The Phantom Path; the Gazebo Path; views from the Kitchen Bed, from theContinue reading “Swooping And Squabbling”

On The Road Again

Today dawned with sunny intervals. As the meteorologists had correctly forecast driving rain this afternoon, we drove to Setley Ridge to buy a birthday present, then into the forest, I photographed two woodland scenes outside Brockenhurst, from where we drove across the moors towards Beaulieu. A solitary horse and rider trotted across the fading heather;Continue reading “On The Road Again”

Reflective Mood

It wasn’t until about 4 p.m. the afternoon that I realised on glancing through the window beside my desk that the sun had made a fleeting appearance as, against the still indigo skies, it lit the pink rambling rose rising from the front trellis. Its deeper pink companion soared above the porch, and the firstContinue reading “Reflective Mood”

Tanners Lane

This afternoon I ambled round the sunlit garden. Pink and red camellias, which first bloomed in January, appear to be going on for ever. Tulips, like these yellow ones, are now replacing some fading daffodils, while a variety of others are still in the bloom of youth. Jackie planted these leucojum vernum last Autumn. TheContinue reading “Tanners Lane”