Tortoises?

Our afternoon drive into the forest took us through Bull Hill. Although certainly not tortoises, groups of serious walkers we watched from Furzey Lane leading to Furzey Lodge, carried their temporary homes on their backs. Some of these were passed by cyclists, more groups of whom wheeled along Cripple Gate Lane, where, bluebells, ferns, ivy,Continue reading “Tortoises?”

Down The Lane

This morning I wandered through the garden, down Downton Lane and into Roger’s field and back. The red Japanese maple is now coming into leaf, and we may soon have to refill the Waterboy’s shell. The clematis Montana, retrained eighteen months ago, now festoons the dead tree; and different, delicate, tulips are bursting into life.Continue reading “Down The Lane”

Footpaths

SHOULD YOU WISH TO ENLARGE AN IMAGE, CLICK ON IT AND REPEAT IF NECESSARY This morning I walked around the perimeter of the field by the disused phonebox and in service postbox, through Honeylake Wood, and back across the slender ribbon footpath that will soon be obscured by the farmer’s crops. Oak trees are among the latest toContinue reading “Footpaths”

Relocation

This morning I added three informative Facebook link comments, one from Becky, one from Lesley O’Neill, and one from Jackie herself, to yesterday’s post. Some of you will remember the nomadic mice from Christmas. Having joined the suffragette mousement, they have now taken up a position on the sitting room window sill. Albeit out of focusContinue reading “Relocation”

A Gift From Norway

We drove early this morning to Ringwood for a bit more shopping, then went on to visit Helen and Bill in Poulner, after which we meandered around the northern forest villages seeking a particular photographic subject for a card idea that Jackie had.  We returned home along Roger Penny Way. The plane trees around RingwoodContinue reading “A Gift From Norway”

A Woman Paid My Fare

A full moon illuminated the kitchen at 3.30 a.m. this morning.  Somewhat later, but still too early for the sun to have turned the corner, a large fat baby blackbird monopolised the dish on the bird feeder, repelling all other boarders.  It confused us by attacking an adult blackbird that had at first been feeding it. Continue reading “A Woman Paid My Fare”

Meetings With Remarkable Trees

As I prepared our morning coffee in the kitchen, watching the early nuthatch enjoying his breakfast, ‘The Red Baron’ swooped, like a kamikaze pilot, with deadly aim.  The robin’s beak would have been buried in the side of his enemy, had not the milder creature taken off sharpish. A baby rabbit sat on the grassContinue reading “Meetings With Remarkable Trees”