At The Trough

James Peacock of Peacock Computers spent most of the morning with me on the phone and at my desk resolving the banking/computer problems. Naturally this has been a great relief. While James and I clicked on icons and stuff outside the kitchen door our nostrils were treated to the delicious aromas of Jackie’s lamb curryContinue reading “At The Trough”

Le Déjeuner Sur L’herbe

I spent the whole morning foiling a suspected banking scam. This involved several phone calls, listening to long stretches of Muzak, and struggling with a Scots accent on a bad line. Don’t ask. I couldn’t bear to go through it again. This afternoon I reeled up the Gazebo Path to join Jackie who had spentContinue reading “Le Déjeuner Sur L’herbe”

Jackie’s Photo Story

This afternoon, while I was focussing on scenes of destruction, Jackie was producing her own set of me in action. She began with my attention to the waves at Milton on Sea, and progressed to picturing my descent down the undulating soggy slopes into the woods for my own photoshoot.   Here is her takeContinue reading “Jackie’s Photo Story”

Scenes Of Devastation

We were promised further heavy winds today. They were postponed until tonight, which may explain why we saw no free roaming animals on our trip to the forest. On our way to the Milford pharmacy we stopped to watch the waves surging with spray and crashing on rocks as they practised for the races theyContinue reading “Scenes Of Devastation”

Whispering Leaves

The light today was bright; the skies clear; and the temperature cold. This morning we drove into the forest via   Holmsley Passage, with its splendid autumn colour burnishing both woodland trees and bracken-carpeted moorland. The moon, not yet having retired, nestled in the crook between two sunlit tree. Golfers in their retirement putted ballsContinue reading “Whispering Leaves”

Ponies In Motion

Today the sun shone and the temperature was comparatively mild. Jackie helped her avian familiar plant an astilbe and thin out a lamium. “Where’s Nugget?” (45) Afterwards my Chauffeuse drove me to Undershore, along which I walked for half an hour until she picked me up. Undershore, the narrower lane, should not be confused with UndershoreContinue reading “Ponies In Motion”

Witchcraft With Acorns

The light today was gloomy and the slate-grey overhead colander-canopy constantly leaked drizzle. Jackie reported that this morning while Muggle tweeted in her ear she realised that there was another exchange of battle cries between Nugget and someone else who occupied the garden of No 5 Downton Lane. There are now three robins setting outContinue reading “Witchcraft With Acorns”

The Halloween Template

The day began as gloomy as yesterday. The early rain was quite light – enough for us to put in a stint of clearing up clippings and dead heading before it increased in ferocity. I watched recordings of the Rugby World Cup matches between USA and Tonga; between Wales and Uruguay; and between Ireland andContinue reading “The Halloween Template”

The Freedom Of Their Cousins

Early this morning we took a drive into the forest.  From Lymington we entered the sun-dappled narrow, winding, Undershore towards Pilley, finding glimpses of autumn foliage there and in Lodge Road, across which a pair of female pheasants trotted. A group of somnolent ponies occupied Bull Hill. What. I often wonder, do the field horsesContinue reading “The Freedom Of Their Cousins”

On The Road Again

Today dawned with sunny intervals. As the meteorologists had correctly forecast driving rain this afternoon, we drove to Setley Ridge to buy a birthday present, then into the forest, I photographed two woodland scenes outside Brockenhurst, from where we drove across the moors towards Beaulieu. A solitary horse and rider trotted across the fading heather;Continue reading “On The Road Again”