Advent Day 5

Burley is a small village in Hampshire’s New Forest often featuring on my posts, with a reputation for witchcraft and demonology based on legends which are given in https://derrickjknight.com/2013/06/22/witchcraft/

It is a venue popular with our visitors, especially the younger ones, for what is to be found in its shops, especially ‘A Coven of Witches’ opened by Sybil Leek in the 1950s, shortly after the UK’s prohibition of witchcraft was lifted. Inside this shop I had a good long conversation with the owner who was hanging decorations. Last year we had bought a polished malachite stone for Malachi, so it was fascinating to learn that there are many fakes on line but that the provenance coming with those supplied here is guaranteed.

Here is my gallery from our visit at twilight this afternoon;

and here is Jackie’s.

This evening we enjoyed more chicken and vegetable stewp and crusty bread rolls, with which I drank Vina Albali ValdepeƱas Gran Reserva 2017

Hauling Grandpa

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Leaving Elizabeth house and dog sitting, the rest of us spent the morning in Burley. It is amazing how much time can be occupied in scouring a few tourist shops in a village with a reputation built on mythical witches.

Even before reaching the fudge shop in the alley linking the car park with the high street, everything on offer had to be explored. Samples of their produce were handed out outside Burley Fudge, next door to which a vast number of different New Forest ice creams were on sale. Jackie disappeared into

Witchcraft

and returned with two witches who stood cackling on the alfresco table guarding our fudge and ice cream.

I had sat on a picnic bench seat while the first row of outlets had been explored. In order to transfer to the ice cream parlour I needed to be hauled to my feet by two strong young ladies.

While the rest of the enchantresses’ attractions were being carefully combed, Jackie and I sat on a bench near the war memorial.

A splendid chicken circling our seat craned its neck hoping to catch some of Jackie’s fudge, whilst its rooster crowed from a nearby fence. In his eagerness to photograph the cock, a foreign visitor, unfamiliar with cattle grids, put a foot through the bars, filling his shoe with muddy water and receiving an earful from his wife.

Across the road the Cycle Hire establishment was exceedingly busy. Traffic streamed down the street, making it extremely difficult for a couple with two small children carried with them on specially designed bikes to return their rented equipment.

Danni and Andy joined us later in the afternoon and joined in the general merriment. The eight of us dined on Jackie’s superb steak pie; crunchy carrots, cauliflower, cabbage; and creamy mashed potato. This was followed by apple, apricot and blackberry crumble with ice cream or cream. The girls had picked and washed the blackberries this afternoon. Red wine, Hoegaarden, coke, and water were variously consumed. I drank a Parra Alta Malbec 2016.