Claiming The Perch

Although it had heated up by midday, the earlier part of the morning was cooler. We finished the work on the wisteria; Jackie continued with other shrubs and roses, such as those festooning the gazebo. Behind the third and fourth steps of the ladder in the third image here can be seen the colchicums whichContinue reading “Claiming The Perch”

The Garden Of Delights

SINGLE IMAGES CAN BE ENLARGED WITH A CLICK OR TWO. CLICKING ON ANY OF THOSE IN AGROUP ACCESSES ITS GALLERY, INDIVIDUAL MEMBERS OF WHICH CAN BE VIEWED FULL SIZE BY SCROLLING DOWN AND CHECKING BOX AT BOTTOM RIGHT Here is a photograph of yesterday’s Barnet (Cockney rhyming slang – Barnet fair – hair. Geddit?) ThisContinue reading “The Garden Of Delights”

The Grass Is Greener

CLICK ON ANY IMAGE IN A GROUP TO ACCESS ITS GALLERY, MEMBERS OF WHICH CAN BE VIEWED FULL SIZE BY SCROLLING DOWN THE PAGE AND CHECKING BOX AT BOTTOM RIGHT. “We must find a lamb,” announced Jackie this morning. “To prove it is Spring”. So we did. Quite a few in fact. This wasn’t veryContinue reading “The Grass Is Greener”

“Look, He’s Posing”

CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE OR ACCESS GALLERIES This morning Jackie drove us to Lymington for me to take photographs that might be suitable for the walls of Lal Quilla restaurant. Raj had asked me for some a couple of days ago. I began with a few featuring the building itself. The surrounding area includesContinue reading ““Look, He’s Posing””

A Lost Shadow

IMAGES CAN BE ENLARGED BY CLICKING ON THEM – TWICE IF NECESSARY Ronan the Boilerman fitted a new thermostat to our hot water cylinder tank this morning. That means we no longer scald our hands and have to turn on the cold tap every time we want to wash them. Jackie spent much of theContinue reading “A Lost Shadow”

Fried Egg On Toast

Today was a real scorcher. I set off for the rose garden rather early, intending simply to dig a few holes for the plants plonked yesterday. No such luck. The head gardener had already been out there for an hour. On the south side of the entrance arch had straggled two rather unattractive shrubs. Jackie hadContinue reading “Fried Egg On Toast”

Streets Of London

Again, the early morning sun, casting shadows across the gravel to meet grasses on the other side of the path, worked it’s magic on the peonies; on new rambling red roses; on rose tinted aquilegias; on the clematis Doctor Ruppel; on a somewhat nibbled geranium palmatum; and warming the stone of a frog’s back onContinue reading “Streets Of London”

Shanklin

It was on 3rd November last year that I featured two large format photographic prints of a holiday to Shanklin in September 1968. Today, in my trawl through my colour slides for posterity, I reached the batch from which these were extracted, and scanned a dozen. Fun on the sun-kissed sand included me plying myContinue reading “Shanklin”

A Slap In The Face With A Wet Fish

I don’t watch enough television to make it worth while viewing anything that is serialised, because I am bound to miss some episodes. I find it preferable to await the appearance of boxed DVD sets. Thus, those two superb HBO series, ‘The Sopranos’ and ‘The Wire’, kept me entertained whist I was recovering from myContinue reading “A Slap In The Face With A Wet Fish”

Fascinated By His Shadow

We use door stops in the flat. This morning I bent down to hold back the living room door so that Jackie could wheel in the coffee trolley, nutted the mock-Georgian brass handle, and cut my forehead. That, I thought, was a trick worthy of the early film-makers. I doubt I could do it onContinue reading “Fascinated By His Shadow”