Reflecting Headlights

Welcome rain descended all day in an ever-increasing crescendo. Undeterred, my Chauffeuse drove us into the forest as rain battered the Modus and spattered the windscreen, across which the panic stricken wipers raced to and fro. In the dingy early afternoon of this cold summer’s day motorists splashed through puddle-wet streets reflecting headlight beams. TheContinue reading “Reflecting Headlights”

A Plant Hunt

This morning I walked up Hordle Lane taking a route on the right through what are now flint-strewn stubble fields sporting attractive daisies. Yeatton House, now converted into flats, could be seen peering from the trees in the distance. Feeling like a rat seeking egress from a maze, I took a diagonal tractor track acrossContinue reading “A Plant Hunt”