Thursday, 30 September 2010
Monday, 27 September 2010
Saturday, 25 September 2010
Still, I will go out and tend my rose. I well remember the pleasure we got from all its beautiful blooms in the early summer.
Wednesday, 22 September 2010
Monday, 20 September 2010
Today was a gorgeous one for striding out in Hamworthy Park and I stole some time off from the computer. All the beach huts were locked well up, but I noted the usual dog walkers, plus a few mums and tots on the sand. And I found myself envying a woman who had tucked a folding chair into a corner of the wall and was sitting with her head in a book.
From the far end of a groin on the beach, I noticed some dots moving around between the boats far out in Poole harbour. At first I thought they were some brave swimmers, but as they came nearer I realised they were kayakers. We have a lot of them in the harbour and there are classes and clubs.
Reluctantly, after that twenty minute scive, I collected my car, completed my errands and returned to my office. I should be feeling rejuvenated, but actually I’m just wishing I was still out there.
Pic by Les Chatfield
Sunday, 19 September 2010
I figured if someone goes to that much trouble they deserve some reaction, so I’ve joined up again. This time I will try to keep visiting other members, and commenting of course. Life does get in the way sometimes, as I’m sure you will know, but if I have a hiatus, I’ll just start over again as I do with EC and adgitize.
Many thanks to everyone who does come here regularly, and welcome to any newcomers. I’ll always do my best to return visits and apologise that it’s not always possible.
Wednesday, 15 September 2010
Monday, 13 September 2010
Others want to tour the ancient house itself and find out about its history.
Lots must miss this angel in the corner of the right hand turret in the picture.
There is also a riverside walk and an estate to roam; a secondhand bookshop I love to browse; and a cafe serving scrumptious home made snacks and meals.
I didn't get there again this year. I'll make sure it's on the list for next year.
Friday, 10 September 2010
On rather drab days like today, I like to remind myself of visits to warmer climes. It's 2 years and 2 months since our holiday in Menorca, the only one of the three Blearic Islands that we hadn't previously visited. The photo is of the beach at Cala'n Porter where we stayed. I took it from the top of the steps that climb the cliffs of the bay to the streets above. A road winds down there too, and you can take one of those road trains up and down if you want, but the steps are the most direct route if you are on foot. It was a long way down, and seemed even longer coming back up, but it was worth it to swim in that beautifully clear water and laze on the sands or wander the paths beside them.
Wednesday, 8 September 2010
This is a picture of my granddaughter a couple of summers ago when she was five. She was staying with me in Gillingham and I took her to the Gillingham Festival and got her face painted with a butterfly design.
My latest article at Constant Content is about face painting. If you'd like to see some of it, just click on the title in my Constant Content wideget in the side bar.
Sunday, 5 September 2010
Friday, 3 September 2010
pic cropped from one by Eileen Henderson at Wikimedia Commons
A couple of days ago, I was driving with hubby to Blandford. As we crawled through the 30 mph villages on the way, we saw a man coming towards us on one of those four wheel buggies that farmers use nowadays in their fields, a bit like the one in the picture. The chap was grinning so broadly, it was infectious and we both found ourselves smiling along with him.
"He looks happy," I said unnecessarily.
"Yes," replied hubby. "He's just completed a sale of a whole bunch of sheep and cows. And he's going home to tell his missus she can now have that expensive new four wheel drive she's been hankering for."
We both laughed and I was struck by the thought that it could make the basis of a good story. Then I found my self ruminating on other times when hubby, who never writes things down, would think aloud about his fantasies.
I don't really need my own imagination when I can borrow his.
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