A Surfeit Of Foals

This afternoon Jackie drove me into the forest. She spotted a possibly sleeping foal on the verge of Wilverley Road and parked the car so I could walk back to find the prone animal. As I reached it it clambered to its feet and sought the comfort of its mother who twitched her tail, perhapsContinue reading “A Surfeit Of Foals”

Across The Stream

On this overcast, somewhat warmer afternoon Jackie drove me to Puttles Bridge and back. From the carpark I crunched among the dropped pine cones and dried autumn leaves; thudded along the beaten track; slalomed around fallen, decaying, branches and tree trunks; and gingerly stepped over exposed, sometimes mossy, interwoven roots, alongside the still, silent, reflectingContinue reading “Across The Stream”

Chasing Her Stick

This morning I published https://derrickjknight.com/2022/01/28/a-knights-tale-96-kings-lynn/ During mid afternoon we took a forest drive to Puttles Bridge and back. Several groups of walkers set out on the flat and reasonably dry trail through the woodland, while I chose the wetter area alongside Ober Water, with its ripples, reflections, mossy stumps and gnarly roots. It was thereContinue reading “Chasing Her Stick”

Bridge Over Untroubled Water

This morning I posted https://derrickjknight.com/2021/10/16/a-knights-tale-53-a-stormy-birth/ After lunch on this warm and sunny day we took a forest drive. A solitary Highland cow was in possession of Whitemoor Pond. Sunlight dappled the landscape; cast shadows across the banks of Ober Water, its bed and rippling surfaces; and backlit the leaves. Dog walkers led sometimes dripping pets;Continue reading “Bridge Over Untroubled Water”

A Gentle Snow Plough

This morning I posted https://derrickjknight.com/2021/08/31/a-knights-tale-25-a-papal-honour/ By mid-afternoon the earlier Stygian gloom had lifted enough for us to drive to Puttles Bridge and back after buying another, larger, bag of tree bark mulch. With barely a ripple the now very shallow Ober Water could hardly be said to flow under the bridge. The root trip hazards,Continue reading “A Gentle Snow Plough”

My Little Snipper

Today was one allegedly expected to enjoy intermittent sunshine. In reality this was more intermittent than sunshine. We were conned by a bright start into taking an early drive to Puttles Bridge. In the event this was definitely intermittent. Three-way traffic lights control gave me plenty of time to contemplate the verges on the sideContinue reading “My Little Snipper”

Equine Families

A loosely latched utility room window constantly thudded throughout last night against the whistling rhythm of thunderous gales sweeping through the Isle of Wight at speeds of up to 100 m.p.h. The Weeping Birch bent its back and tossed it tresses. As I write we do not expect a cessation until 9 p. m. AContinue reading “Equine Families”

First Foals of 2021

Jackie made considerable headway with garden maintenance this morning. After lunch she decided she had earned us a forest drive, and headed for Beechern Woods, where we each operated our cameras from opposite sides of Ober Water. I focussed on the rippling and reflecting stream; passing walkers; band the woodlands with their long shadows, fallenContinue reading “First Foals of 2021”

“So I Could Get A Photograph Like That”

By lunchtime today I had passed six more of Charles Keeping’s characteristic illustrations on my visit to ‘The Old Curiosity Shop’. ‘Quilp’s Wharf’ is an accurate depiction of such Thames-side area of the period. ‘Richard Swiveller’s companion addressed him with great energy and earnestness of manner’ as we can see. ‘Here, then he sat, hisContinue reading ““So I Could Get A Photograph Like That””