A Fan Of Harry Potter

On another fine spring morning I took a walk to Shorefield Country Park and back. Before arriving at the end of the back drive I photographed a few tulips and bunches of daffodils. A cerulean Christchurch Bay could be seen from the entrance to Roger Cobb’s top field on Downton Lane. Further down the road,Continue reading “A Fan Of Harry Potter”

Once More Unto The Beach House

Jackie delivered me to New Milton station this morning, for me to travel to Waterloo. A little more than an hour later, she collected me and we collected a waistcoat from Fagan’s and some paint from Milford Supplies. After watching the messages of the station indicators switching from ‘delayed’ to ‘cancelled’ and back again forContinue reading “Once More Unto The Beach House”

Crunchy Cottage Pie

On a mild, dank, morning a friendly robin trilled a greeting from a neighbour’s birch tree, encouraging me to take my walk to Hordle Cliff top and back. The daddy longlegs that had splatted against the bus shelter window during the summer is well on the way to becoming fossilised. By the time I returnedContinue reading “Crunchy Cottage Pie”

‘Painting With Light’

With extensive cloud cover and intermittent rain this morning was considerably warmer than yesterday, but far less inviting for my Hordle Cliff top walk. Nevertheless a rainbow did attempt to put in an appearance, as did a watery sun over The Solent, which sent ochre coloured waves crashing against the blending shingle on the beach.Continue reading “‘Painting With Light’”

From Erotic To Gothic

Having admired Mario Vargas Llosa’s epic tale , The War of The End of The World’, I decided to embark upon another of his works. This time I chose a slighter book, the elegant and gentle piece of erotica ‘In Praise of the Stepmother’. Very well written, the tale was ultimately a considerable disappointment. The first bookContinue reading “From Erotic To Gothic”

Favouritism?

During a brief lull in the wet and windy weather the forecasters tell us will worsen over the next two months, I met and spoke with Ralph, the owner of The Spinney, on my way to Hordle Cliff beach and back. He recounted the history of the once again closed Royal Oak pub on theContinue reading “Favouritism?”

The Chicks Have Hatched

One of the consequences of moving house is the need to wonder where to put things. This is very helpful in encouraging one to complete unfinished organisational tasks begun years ago. In about 2008/9, when living in Sutherland Place, I discovered that some of my books and slide boxes had been damaged by damp. The colour slidesContinue reading “The Chicks Have Hatched”

Fifty Years Ago Today

This morning Jackie and I had a trip to Highcliffe, last home to so many people that it is full of shops with good quality second-hand goods from houses recently rendered unoccupied by infirmity or death. We went in search of curtains, of which the Sue Ryder shop provided three good pairs, and the Oakhaven Hospice a fourth.Continue reading “Fifty Years Ago Today”