In ‘The Scent Of A Squirrel’, I described the aroma of dead rodents. A similar, very mild smell has, over a day or two, emanated from our dressing room. Last night, Jackie discovered a leaking radiator therein. Let us hope that dirty dripping onto the ancient carpet beneath it is the cause of the strange pong.
Our nostrils definitely preferred the perfume of the paint Aaron applied to our landing woodwork this morning.
Some of you may know that Jackie and I breakfast on a 12 cup (4 mug) cafetiere of coffee each morning. After a good thirty years, this container is showing signs of wear. We have been searching unsuccessfully for one for a while. Whilst Christmas shopping in Lyndhurst Jackie had noticed a shop where they were on sale. On this damp, overcast, afternoon with temperatures in double figures centigrade, she drove us there to buy one.
Considered the ‘Capital of The New Forest’, Lyndhurst boasts the Visitor Centre alongside its car park, which leads into
the High Street, where the approaching family managed to shepherd their children
across the traffic island on the corner facing what was my local NatWest Bank branch when we lived in Minstead. It is now an adjunct to
Meridien Modena where you can buy a Maserati among other luxury cars. Lyndhurst, you see, is rather upmarket.
The car showrooms extend alongside The Mailman’s Arms,
itself next to The Stag Hotel, also visible in the High Street shot.
Almost every establishment on this high street caters for the thriving tourist trade, although
Shaw Trust is one of several charity shops.
There is a sweetshop with its goodies in modern plastic jars, the glass versions of which will be familiar to my contemporaries.
The Old Apothecary was probably once a pharmacy, but Goose Green, situated on the road to Emery Down, has, as far as I know, nothing to do with the decisive battle of the 1982 Falklands War.
The Entrance to Pages of Lyndhurst suggests that there would be much more than coffee on sale in this Aladdin’s cave. And, indeed, that is where Jackie found the cafetiere.
They even boast a car showroom to rival Meridien Modena.
Next door to Marina’s Sandwich Shop lies Onomatopoeia, though why an outlet not in the audio business would choose such a name escapes me.
The young ladies outside Pages were aiming for Christopher Stephens jeweller’s in the side window of which Jackie was inspecting further brooches similar to the one we bought there for Becky.
Served with fresh vegetables, the second half of Jackie’s superb steak and mushroom pie was enjoyed for our dinner tonight. I finished the chianti and Jackie drank Hoegaarden.