In Keyhaven Harbour

Yesterday Ron told me about his discovery of a collection of negatives made by his father, Ray Salinger, in the 1940s and ’50s. Ron scanned these high quality photographs of drinkers in The Walkford pub and e-mailed them to me. We think the man in the apron is the milkman who has just delivered theContinue reading “In Keyhaven Harbour”

Keeping Their Distance

In recent days goldfinches have joined the ranks of birds swooping on the feeders. We think we may be harbouring an extra long tailed variety. Mum’s care home is now in total lockdown. Several of us telephoned her in turn. I believe that is now widespread. Jackie photographed this conversation through a ¬†window at BartonContinue reading “Keeping Their Distance”

The Wind Gets Up

Having now reached episode 7 of The Crown series 2, we have decided that enough is more than enough. There is too much intrusive invention for our liking. This morning I visited Sears Barbers for Peter to cut my hair. Knowing that later today we would be in for a storm which I believe hasContinue reading “The Wind Gets Up”

Lunch At Steff’s Kitchen

Late this morning Jackie drove us to Fairweather’s Garden Centre in Beaulieu where we met Danni, Andy, Ella, and Elizabeth for lunch in Steff’s Kitchen. The various trees in pools on the road from Brockenhurst were thoroughly irrigated. Beaulieu Lake was also very full, to the satisfaction of the numerous swans. Ella enjoyed playing gamesContinue reading “Lunch At Steff’s Kitchen”

“Let’s Go Play With The Traffic”

Yesterday evening we watched the first episode of The Crown Series 2. The morning began with suggestions of blue sky when Jackie popped out to photograph our new OLD POST HOUSE sign given to us for Christmas by Shelly and Ron, and fixed to the back gate by Aaron on Sunday. While she was downContinue reading ““Let’s Go Play With The Traffic””

View From The Pillbox

The briefest glimpse of the weak sun effecting a halo on the silhouetted lonely pigeon in the copper beech that Jackie photographed this morning was its only appearance on this otherwise grimly dismal day. She had left the house from the stable door in order to sweep beneath the wisteria arbour. Nugget, immediately perching onContinue reading “View From The Pillbox”

It Has To Go

As she toured the garden this morning Jackie was struck by the contrast between the number of survivors from spring and summer still blooming – including clematis Niobe; fuchsias Delta’s Sarah and Mrs. Popple; hebes; hot lips; bidens; pelargoniums; pansies; campanulas; and roses in the Rose Garden – and the harbingers of spring to come,Continue reading “It Has To Go”

‘My Way’s Cloudy’

This was a much milder day – the consequence of a wet, overcast morning. In anticipation of a possible break in the weather, we drove to Cadnam in ever-increasing rain. By the time we reached Wittensford Lane the rain had ceased, clouds were on the move, and the sun took an occasional peek onto theContinue reading “‘My Way’s Cloudy’”

“Alice’s Last Day”

On this bright and chilly morning, Nugget was torn away from his perch on the lip of   Jackie’s tulip planting pot by Muggle’s war cries, which, proudly puffed up, he was required to reciprocate from a higher viewpoint. “Where’s Nugget?” (49). Later, we drove into the forest, taking School Lane out of Milford onContinue reading ““Alice’s Last Day””

It Seems To Be Working

Nugget darted under my feet this morning as I swept the beech nuts from the Rose Garden paving and the gravel paths,     and around Jackie when she continued planting. Sometimes he took a bird’s eye view of proceedings. Here Jackie demonstrates that she has some thyme to plant; and here converses with herContinue reading “It Seems To Be Working”