Focus On The Windscreen

Nick Hayter visited this morning to assess the post-refurbishment decorating work he is to undertake. We enjoyed his usual pleasant conversation. The unconsolable skies shed continuous profuse tears throughout the afternoon, which we began with a trip to the Lymington Post Office collection office to claim a parcel undelivered because of a shortage of £2Continue reading “Focus On The Windscreen”

The Sun Must Be Over The Yardarm

Elizabeth paid us a visit just as we were settling down with lunch and an antiques programme. She declined to join us but was happy to make herself a coffee while we turned off the TV and enjoyed a chat and an exchange of presents to be placed under our respective Christmas trees. Afterwards IContinue reading “The Sun Must Be Over The Yardarm”

Florence

One of our regular Christmas decorations is positioned under the glass of an African display table I bought in Finsbury Park in the late 1970s. It features our granddaughter Florence as Mary alongside Joseph in a Primary School Nativity Play. I spent the afternoon completing my reading of my 1984 Folio Society Edition of CharlesContinue reading “Florence”

Woodland And Moorland

This morning I finished reading ‘Our Mutual Friend’ by Charles Dickens, and scanned the last three of Charles Keeping’s superb illustrations to my Folio Society edition of 1982. ‘Riderhood went over backward, Bradley Headstone upon him’ ‘They both laughed, till they were tired’ ‘A canopy of wet blanket seems to descend upon the company’ ChristopherContinue reading “Woodland And Moorland”

A Knight’s Tale (40: Not A Book Illustrator)

My first choice of occupation on leaving school at eighteen would have been attending Wimbledon Art School. As the eldest of five, and recognising the family’s need for me to bring in an income, I chose, with no pressure, to do neither this nor apply to University for which my A levels in English Literature,Continue reading “A Knight’s Tale (40: Not A Book Illustrator)”

Noon In The Knight Garden

At noon, on another warm, sunny, day with a moderate breeze, I poked my camera out of the upstairs window in order to record the garden’s continuing splendour. (I was inspired by a comment from Elizabeth Gauffreau for today’s title) This afternoon I finished reading ‘David Copperfield’ and scanned the final eight drawings with whichContinue reading “Noon In The Knight Garden”

David Copperfield Is Born

On a most oppressively humid morning we continued with garden maintenance. Jackie weeded, planted, trimmed and composted while I dead-headed roses, dug out two self seeded elder trees, and bagged up some of the refuse. Steady rain set in after lunch. During a lull I dug out some brambles from the back drive borders, untilContinue reading “David Copperfield Is Born”

The Rebellion

Having now completed my reading of Charles Dickens’s “Nicholas Nickleby”, I scanned the last four of the dramatic and insightful Charles Keeping’s illustrations from my Folio Society edition of 1986. ‘They pressed forward to see’ ‘ ‘Come,’ said Tim, ‘let’s be a comfortable couple’ ‘The rebellion had just broken out’ ‘One grey-haired, quiet, harmless gentleman’Continue reading “The Rebellion”

A Tall Lean Boy

Today the air was cold and the light dull. This morning Jackie and I each reached a corner of the bench while weeding the Shady Path. There is just the middle stretch to be completed. A yellow tree peony and a plethora of Welsh poppies can be seen in the surrounding beds. The clematis MontanaContinue reading “A Tall Lean Boy”

A Curate’s Egg

I spent much of the day completing my reading of my Folio Society edition of Charles Dickens’s ‘Martin Chuzzlewit’. Much dogged determination and the illustrations of Charles Keeping were required to see me through it. Christopher Hibbert’s informative introduction was helpful, and indicated that the author was pleased with his work. The book was writtenContinue reading “A Curate’s Egg”