Wet Roads

Rain beating a clamorous tattoo on the Modus roof; repetitive rapping from a thumping car radio; abrupt slamming of doors; crashing gears of handbrake ratchets; muffled muttering of masked voices; clicking stilettos clopping through puddles – all combined to distract me from the last chapters of ‘Little Dorrit’ as I waited in the car whileContinue reading “Wet Roads”

Up To Their Necks

On another wet afternoon we drove to Lymington for printer inks and to Milford on Sea pharmacy and Co-op, diverting to Keyhaven on our way home. Saltgrass Lane was well waterlogged, even though the tide was not yet high enough for its closure. Walkers, dogs, and vehicles were silhouetted on the spit against dramatic skies.Continue reading “Up To Their Necks”

The Battle Of Longslade Bottom

After another wet morning I made a set of A4 prints of his last session on our roof for Barry, then scanned the next five of Charles Keeping’s illustrations to ‘Little Dorrit’. In ‘The cloudy line of mules hastily tied to rings in the wall’, our vision is certainly clouded. With ‘He found a ladyContinue reading “The Battle Of Longslade Bottom”

Christmas Covid-Cancelled, Collecting Easter Eggs

Today we took an early lunch and drove to Tesco for our big shop. As usual I sat in the car, Jackie did the business, and I intended to read my book. After one page my sister, Jacqueline, phoned me and that was the end of the reading. In fact Tesco wasn’t too difficult, soContinue reading “Christmas Covid-Cancelled, Collecting Easter Eggs”

“He’s Not Going To Move His Lorry Any Time Soon”

This afternoon we followed a rather circuitous route to Ferndene Farm Shop where Jackie made some timely purchases without having to queue. At Neacroft a weak sun silhouetted trees and houses and lightly illuminated the lane beside which ducks scavenged before crossing to the other side. Did you spot the decoy? Moving on after waitingContinue reading ““He’s Not Going To Move His Lorry Any Time Soon””

I Had Seriously Overdone It

Now we are back in full lockdown I took a walk along Christchurch Road to the field leading to Honeylake Wood. So far so good. I was not quite the only walker leaving footprints on the muddy track leading to the leaf-laden undulating path down to the bridge over the fast running stream. Reaching theContinue reading “I Had Seriously Overdone It”

Return To Brompton Cemetery

Last night I finished reading ‘Neroism is in the Air’ – Germany: 1890-1914, being chapter 6 of ‘The Proud Tower’, Barbara W. Tuchman’s excellent analysis of the build up to WWI. Writing of music, philosophy, theatre and literature, the author focusses on the country’s competitive culture. She begins with the strident strains of Richard StraussContinue reading “Return To Brompton Cemetery”

Changing By The Second

Wild wind howled and piercing precipitation rattled the roof throughout the night and well into the morning. Jackie photographed and I e-mailed this image of crooked hand from our 200 year old long case clock to Martin Fairhurst of Dials in Lymington who will repair it. Even with the bend the clock keeps perfect timeContinue reading “Changing By The Second”

Stygian Skies

Heavy rain fell from decidedly Stygian skies throughout the morning during which I finished reading the fourth chapter, entitled ‘ ‘Give me combat!’ France: 1894-9′, of Barbara W. Tuchman’s The Proud Tower. I had previously been vaguely aware of the Dreyfus Affair with dominated the decade, but never really understood it until reading Tuchman’s analysisContinue reading “Stygian Skies”

All My Ducks In A Row

On a bright, fresh, and crisp morning we took a drive into the forest. Slanting sunshine set the thawing frost glistening and lengthened shadows. We tried a visit to Tanner’s Lane. This meant driving between rows of parked vehicles with no turning space. I walked while Jackie turned back. We had imagined this little hiddenContinue reading “All My Ducks In A Row”