Tag: window boxes

  • West London Gardens

    ‘Little Dorrit’ is one of Charles Dickens’s great novels. My Folio Society Edition of 1986 is, at 834 pages with 72 of Charles Keeping’s exquisite illustrations, so great that I intend to deviate from my normal approach to books in this blog. The tale has been reproduced so often in books and films and there […]

  • High Street Gallery

    CLICK ON ANY IMAGE IN THE GROUP TO ACCESS GALLERY, INDIVIDUAL MEMBERS OF WHICH CAN BE VIEWED FULL SIZE BY SCROLLING DOWN AND CHECKING BOX AT BOTTOM RIGHT. This afternoon Jackie drove Elizabeth and me to Lyndhurst so that my sister could replenish her cabinet at the Antiques Centre. This gave me the opportunity to […]

  • Island In The Sun

    CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE. THOSE IN GROUPS ACCESS GALLERIES THAT CAN BE VIEWED FULL SIZE. This morning’s sunshine lasted long enough to draw me into pruning the rose garden. By the time I had finished the skies had clouded over and rain begun. Between showers Jackie was able to plant primulas into the large window […]

  • The Vouchers

    Today’s weather was dull, and I can no longer ignore the acute pain I have been experiencing in my right knee and shin for a few days now (I know, I know, I should have rested it before now), so I stayed in and scanned a batch of colour slides from July and August 2008. I […]

  • A Little D.I.Y. And A Lot Of Creativity

    The clematis texansis Duchess of Albany that Jackie planted in the kitchen garden is now blooming.  One side of the back drive is lined with hardy fuchsias. The window boxes on the front wall have survived hurricane Bertha. The golden holly I hacked down in the spring because of the number of sports it sported […]

  • Problems With Networks

    This morning we took a trip by car to the municipal dump which is a short distance away, between home and Lymington. Following our tidy up of the skip pile we took down the back seats of the Modus and loaded it with the dog-sodden carpet (one of the items the previous owners had left […]

  • Ratatouille

    Just before this dull, humid, noon, whilst Jackie was out shopping for our trip to The Firs, I took a brief stroll through Morden Park.  Apart from two friendly couples, one gay and one heterosexual, walking their terriers, I had only magpies and rooks for company.  The birds, scratting about among the stubble, didn’t much […]