A Precarious Career

Horses and carriages are not an unusual sight in the lanes of Minstead.  As I walked down toward Football Green this morning, a horse pulling an old carriage containing two gentlemen trotted towards me directly into the sun, which glinted from the windscreens of the convoy of cars keeping pace with it.  Like any otherContinue reading “A Precarious Career”

Mordred

Dawn, after another night of rain, broke clear and sunny.  I set off, with no particular goal, to stroll around the streets off Hillcross Avenue.  I have previously mentioned the fact that Morden’s front gardens have been given over to the motor car. Outside this extended car park I chatted with an elderly woman whoContinue reading “Mordred”