Losing The Plot?


The sun returned today. This set us up nicely for our trawl through local solicitors in order to find one acceptable to the Family Building Society and willing to witness our signatures on the Mortgage Deed and the Declaration of Understanding.

Dagless & Whitlock

Starting off at Milford on Sea we hit the jackpot with Dagless and Whitlock. Almost.

For these forays Jackie remained in the car while I tested the ground. This firm were willing, but they only had one Partner. The lenders insisted on two. I therefore decided to phone Garry, our mortgage advisor to see if he could find a way around this. There was no signal. When, a little later, there was one, Garry was on answerphone. I left a message.

Group on greenBicycle wheel and feetCouple on bench with dog

Returning to our car I had the opportunity to envy groups of carefree folk enjoying the sunshine on the green.

Spider in web

We drove round to the GP surgery to collect a prescription. A spider sunbathed in the car park. It was then that I remembered Anansi. Was this creature a good omen?

We decided to hedge our bets, and try more solicitors in New Milton.


Outside Roger Cobb’s farmhouse on the coast road, a string of starlings seemed prepared to take off on a murmuration.

Dixon & Stewart

Neither Dixon & Stewart


nor Heppenstalls were prepared to witness the signatures, because this would suggest that they had advised us, which they hadn’t.

I was about to enter a third legal establishment when Garry rang me back with the news that a firm with only one Partner was acceptable to the lender. Monogamy rules. Back we went to Milford on Sea where we made an appointment for the witnessing, to take place on 18th.

We had definitely earned a brunch at the Beach Hut Café at Friars Cliff.

Yacht on sunlit sea

Sunlight slashed the ocean,


and was borne by the waves

Group with dog on beachDog on beach

onto the beach where people walked their lolloping dogs and the red seaweed has almost disappeared.

Man and dog on beach

One canine was keener to get to the water than was its owner.

On leaving the car, I had carried my camera, lenses, and the mortgage paperwork in a hessian supermarket bag. When I had finished taking the beach shots I didn’t have the bag. Thinking I must have put it down somewhere, I retraced my steps up to the carpark. The bag was nowhere to be seen. Back down the slopes and the steps towards the café I trudged.

Jackie 1 Then I noticed Jackie, clearly wondering where I had got to.

Jackie 2

Then I noticed what she was clutching. Having removed the camera I had handed her the bag. I was definitely losing the plot.

Suddenly I recovered my appetite. Now we could enjoy our brunch.

Man and boy on beach 1Man and boy on beach 2Man and boy on beach 3

As we left the café I watched a young man allowing a little boy to be adventurous on a rocky breakwater while keeping a safe closeness.

Group with ice creams

It was definitely a day for ice creams. Despite his expression in this photograph the concerned gentleman shared his companions’ pleasure at the picture.

Couple with ice creams

Another couple struggled a bit with the breeze.

Only a couple of days ago I had been told that I needed to send the report of the mortgage valuation of the house to the solicitors. The final task of the day was to return home, place this, with a covering letter, in an envelope and post it to the manager of the solicitors in Stockport, by recorded delivery. This involved a second trip to New Milton. At least it means I will know when they have received it, and they won’t get away with pretending it had arrived later.

This evening we dined on a spicy stuffed crust pizza and fresh salad, with which I drank Mendoza Parra Alta malbec 2016.

71 responses to “Losing The Plot?”

  1. What a series of events–it sounds nearly daunting, this signature-seeking and -witnessing! But you have prevailed and what a relief to be soon finished with that. The description of sunlight on water was wonderful. And your “missing” bag–we all can relate! (I have missed your posts while being gone and will miss them again while on another trip.)

  2. Days like that are frustrating and exhausting, but at least you found an acceptable solicitor, enjoyed the beach, and had brunch. I liked the action shots of child and dog–and Jackie. 🙂

  3. Lost the plot!
    Out to brunch!
    Tomorrow we are travelling 6 hours to look at a house in a town called Toko – Eric assures me that Toco is the French colloquial words for a dumb twit.

  4. Oh I know that moment…when you think and think and can’t arrive at a good conclusion as to where this particular missing thing is. Fortunate for smiling Jackie. Fortunate for me most times. Life serves it up and then we have ice cream.

  5. What a day for your adrenaline levels … So glad to hear the solicitor issue is resolved, (at least theoretically) and the bag was found. Hooray for the Head Gardener. 😀

  6. Aside from your desperate bids to get those papers witnessed and the lunacy if it all, it was quite a page turner equivalent on your blog. Hope, nervous anticipation, despair, intrigue, voodoo, victory… you have managed to squeeze in everything in that post!

  7. Stop grizzling. I have days like that every day with an “a” in it and twice on All Hallows. But really Derrick. in Australia there could never be a firm called “Dagless and Whitlock”. An old sheep that has just been crutched is called dagless. And Whitlock would have been renamed Witless in school so he would have changed his name years ago.

  8. I’ve been struggling lately, and my neuralgia is stubbornly lingering on a bit, so I found all your seaside photos pleasing and quietly soothing……

  9. Sounds like you have at last some light at the end of that tunnel regarding you Signatures..
    And what a beautiful day.. Here too, today Sunny and blustery, but very warm..
    Enjoy your weekend Derrick.. and hopefully things will now be smoother xx <3

  10. I am glad that you seem close to a resolution at last. I can totally sympathise with the lost bag worry – when you are stressed and break routines all sorts of worrying things happen. but you seem on the home run now.

  11. I am often misplacing or setting things down thinking I’ll remember “where?” The whole post seems like it was a happily ever after story, Derrick. All’s well that ends well. 😀

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.