West London Gardens

‘Little Dorrit’ is one of Charles Dickens’s great novels. My Folio Society Edition of 1986 is, at 834 pages with 72 of Charles Keeping’s exquisite illustrations, so great that I intend to deviate from my normal approach to books in this blog. The tale has been reproduced so often in books and films and thereContinue reading “West London Gardens”

The First Gallery Christmas Show 2017

This morning we visited Margery and Paul at their home in Bitterne. We had been unable to attend the gallery’s Christmas show, so were pleased to enjoy some of the items awaiting collection. Readers may have noticed that I have been unable to produce a gallery on this site for some months. One of theContinue reading “The First Gallery Christmas Show 2017”

Havoc

CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE. REPEAT AS REQUIRED. Gusting 50+ miles per hour winds wreaked havoc overnight and today. They are due to continue until tomorrow morning. Pots and chairs, even the new heavy wooden ones, were blown down, and the taller plants, such as the nicotiana staked up a few days ago,  were bentContinue reading “Havoc”

Katie’s Wake

Storm Katie particularly selected our corner of Hampshire to belabour throughout the night with winds of up to 105 m.p.h. Having heeded the forecast our intrepid Head Gardener brought down many of her pots and protected other parts of the garden. Nevertheless, tears sprang to her eyes when she witnessed the devastation this morning. TheContinue reading “Katie’s Wake”

The Garage Frontage

Today continued wet and warm, but not so windy, so Jackie was able to reorganise her plants fronting the garage. This prompted me to produce a variation on the before and after theme. We were never going to use the garage for its original purpose. Soon after our arrival overnight on 31st March/1st April 2014Continue reading “The Garage Frontage”

The Peacock Spring

A welcome visit from Shelly and Ron, to collect the platinum anniversary photographs, broke the monotony of a morning spent on too-long-deferred paperwork. We enjoyed the usual ensuing conversation, naturally involving a certain amount of reminiscing. Afterwards, beset by the raging gale-force winds, I visited the postbox. Despite Jackie’s distressed efforts to bring the hanging baskets and raisedContinue reading “The Peacock Spring”