Of Roundabouts And Retail Parks.

Seated in the conservatory with our morning coffee Jackie and I watched what Elizabeth, on 19th, had termed ‘bay tree bird station’.  It was a squirrel this time joining the dove for crumbs from the table.  The peanut dispenser, hitherto eschewed, was being visited regularly by various small birds pecking at the nuts.  We speculatedContinue reading “Of Roundabouts And Retail Parks.”

Roundabouts

Jackie and I had another drive into the Surrey countryside today, this time to Ockley for lunch at The King’s Arms where we had honeymooned in 1968. Whilst passing the roundabout just outside Dorking which bears a sculpture of a giant chicken, I was reminded of the roundabouts in France.  Certainly in the area IContinue reading “Roundabouts”