The Manure Factory

This windy, warm, and hazy afternoon Jackie drove me to Milford on Sea where the car parks are now open although the Public Conveniences are not. The sign warning people to keep their distance applies to the empty bench. Similar signs line the sparsely populated promenade. Two gentlemen approached with their dogs. Only one ofContinue reading “The Manure Factory”

Playing With The Big Girls

On a bright, sunny, and warm morning we took a trip to Everton Nurseries were there was no queue and Jackie was able to buy the elusive trailing petunias. The young man collecting up the discarded trolleys sanitised the handles of every one. It was perhaps no coincidence that he was tall enough to haveContinue reading “Playing With The Big Girls”

Puttles Bridge

Today was mostly bright, sunny, and dry, except for a shower or two this morning. While Jackie filled the bird feeders she met and photographed Eric the Pheasant who has returned for his annual visit to announce he has once again evaded the seasonal guns. We know it is Eric because he amuses himself chuckingContinue reading “Puttles Bridge”

One For Quercus

High winds gusted and steady rain fell throughout the morning, only lifting at 2 p.m. when we set off to South Sway Lane in order visit our equine friend with the striking eyes. Unbeknown to each other we both carried a carrot. Now we have a spare in the car. First Jackie photographed a pheasant,Continue reading “One For Quercus”

It Has To Go

As she toured the garden this morning Jackie was struck by the contrast between the number of survivors from spring and summer still blooming – including clematis Niobe; fuchsias Delta’s Sarah and Mrs. Popple; hebes; hot lips; bidens; pelargoniums; pansies; campanulas; and roses in the Rose Garden – and the harbingers of spring to come,Continue reading “It Has To Go”

“Alice’s Last Day”

On this bright and chilly morning, Nugget was torn away from his perch on the lip of   Jackie’s tulip planting pot by Muggle’s war cries, which, proudly puffed up, he was required to reciprocate from a higher viewpoint. “Where’s Nugget?” (49). Later, we drove into the forest, taking School Lane out of Milford onContinue reading ““Alice’s Last Day””

Conversation

On another overcast afternoon we meandered in the Modus. On the Beaulieu Abbey lake teal ( see John Knifton’s comment below) paddled among the reed beds; black headed gulls quietly reflected; stately swans sailed sedately, sometimes safely splash landing. One conversed with a little boy in a buggy. In a field across the road cockContinue reading “Conversation”

At Their Posts

On another milder but less misty afternoon Jackie drove us into the forest. A string of deer dashing across the road at South Baddesley took me by such surprise that I could not present a clearer view than we saw in several blinks of an eye. At Tanners Lane I had thought I would needContinue reading “At Their Posts”