Defying Gravity

A leaden canopy stretched over our skies throughout the albeit warmer day. During my running days I would often allow the flow of traffic to determine my route. Nowadays it is sometimes the flow of ponies. So it was this afternoon. There wasn’t much point in staying in the Modus as an equine quartet idledContinue reading “Defying Gravity”

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”

Damp

On a decidedly dank morning we took a damp drive to Ferndene Farm Shop via Otter and Everton Garden Centres. We didn’t find what we were looking for in the garden centres, but the Ferndene shop was well stocked and not crowded. We returned home via Holmsley and Forest Road. Although there were a numberContinue reading “Damp”

Round The Harbour

On a sun-bright, finger-tingling afternoon we drove to Mudeford where I wandered for a while. Fishing paraphernalia including coiled ropes, piled crab pots, bright buoys and rust-red chains lay neatly on the concrete and gravel area. Someone with a sense of national colours had placed a a child’s bright red and blue hat on anContinue reading “Round The Harbour”

‘Why Do Swans Have Such Long Necks?’

On another darkly dank afternoon, after visiting Milford on Sea Pharmacy we returned home via Keyhaven. From Saltgrass Lane we watched geese, gulls, and other waterfowl fishing, flying, and floating fast on the tidal current. The colour picture in the first gallery and the first two in the next are Jackie’s. Walkers, dogs, and cyclistsContinue reading “‘Why Do Swans Have Such Long Necks?’”

Fishing The Shallows

On a dank-dull afternoon we drove to Milford on Sea pharmacy for a repeat prescription, with a loop round Keyhaven’s Saltgrass Lane on our return home. Occasional walkers, like this couple looking across the Solent to the Isle of Wight and The Needles, made their way along the sparsely populated clifftop promenade. We followed aContinue reading “Fishing The Shallows”

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”

Late Afternoon

The 106 m.p.h. wind that ripped through The Needles overnight howled around our house and garden. Numerous plant pots were blown down; tables and the new pig hit the deck; owls were knocked off their perches; broken branches and scattered trugs tossed around; an arch bent and a rose dislodged. I had the sun inContinue reading “Late Afternoon”

Waterlogged

This afternoon we took a crisp sunshine forest drive. Jackie waited in Brownhills car park while I wandered along the largely waterlogged roadside verges for a while. This was a day for family walks. While certain spots were decidedly overcrowded, lesser known areas like Bisterne Close, where Jackie parked the Modus, were safe enough. IContinue reading “Waterlogged”

A Visible Contrast

The Needles foghorn beckoned us all the way to the coast at Barton on Sea this morning. All other sounds were muffled by clouds of tiny water droplets known as mist. We took the route through Angel Lane where Jackie parked the Modus and I photographed misty scenes and more visible views of the banksContinue reading “A Visible Contrast”