Two For Joy

This afternoon we collected repeat prescriptions from the Pharmacy at Milford on Sea. The Needles and their lighthouse had transmogrified into a red-eyed sea monster. As equally calm as the Solent was the surface of Hatchet Pond with its skimming waterfowl and shimmering landscape. While a photographer peered into the sun a friendly gull stoodContinue reading “Two For Joy”

Leaf Compost

The cranking clatter of marauding magpies heard as I walked down Downton Lane on my Hordle Cliff top walk this murky morning, was to give way to that of a mechanical digger in Shorefield on my return. The latter, which was breaking up the concrete bases of the demolished chalets, could be heard from the beach.Continue reading “Leaf Compost”

A Pair Of Sandals

The magpie wars continue.  Not simply in our garden and the adjacent railway embankment, but also on Cannon Hill Common, where I walked today.  Parakeets in an oak tree were particularly excited by them.  I’ve never seen so many magpies.  There are two on the grass and two in a fir tree in the garden asContinue reading “A Pair Of Sandals”

Mrs. Barbe-Baker’s Summer House

Last night and early this morning the only birdsong in the garden was the magpie warning call, a kind of incessant chattering.  There certainly are a lot of them about.  This morning, however, the mother fox and a cub, basking in the sunshine, were definitely the subject of the warning.  Mum was studiously ignoring a magpieContinue reading “Mrs. Barbe-Baker’s Summer House”

Rubbish

Today’s walk was the Mostyn Road, Kingston Road, Cannon Hill Lane, Martin Way quadrangle.  Passing Rutlish School in Watery Lane I remembered Mick Copleston, my boyhood friend who attended the school during the 1950s.  A contemporary of his was John Major.  In the photograph of the school cricket team which adorned all the newspapers afterContinue reading “Rubbish”