Tuesday, September 30

My Ma has had Chicks...

...or rather her bantams have.

Sadly, most of my photos could be captioned - "Let's dive under Mum!"

Ma thinks she'll call then Victoria and Albert. I suggested we call them Albert and Ernest (after the Prince Consort and his elder brother), as they're bound to be both boys!

NO2ID (for bears)

OK - this shot is slightly fuzzy (like the bear) - but in our increasingly police state, even teddies have to carry ID. Gone are the days when a young fellow-me-bear could just turn up with a packet of marmalade sarnies. Poor old Paddington would have had his seams unpicked and found himself on the next plane back to Peru!

[On a serious note check out the NO2ID site - and find out why this really isn't a matter for complacency]

Excellent Advice from Paddock Wood Library Service

Yes Folks - it's RAINING again!!!!

Cheese for Dr Bones

Dr Bones is composed of 1/3 cheese.

My Latest Trip to Bodiam Castle

I'm just back from a few days in Kent visiting the APs. As I was there for more than the usual weekend dash, I had time to visit various childhood haunts.

This is Bodiam Castle - when I grew out of children's parties (for which my Mum sewed me long party dresses - how times have changed!), I always chose a trip to Bodiam.

The castle was built (or rather a house extended and fortified) to repel pirate raids. As the sea has receded it's hard to imagine that this was in dangerous territory - although the WW2 tank trap is a reminder that invasion was feared not that long ago (although with a sodding big castle, why do you need a tank trap?).

[The Boy tells me that this is because a tank would "Blow the shit out of the castle".]

The moat is full of huge carp.

I was rather taken by these sheds - they've weathered nicely.

Handwash only?

From this angle (where the drawbridge would have been) you can peek through the castle.

As long as I can remember - I've loved this place.

Hawkhurst Station

All that remains of Hawkhurst Station.

St Boltoph's

When I was in Cambridge, I stumbled into St Boltoph's - a church I'd never visited before. As a lover of Victorian Gothic, I was in seventh heaven.

Here is the roof detail.

I was very taken by Gabriel, annunciating to..

Mary. In religious art, the large gap between Mary and Gabriel in annunciation scenes is symbolic of the importance of the news. here they have the whole aisle between them!

And if that wasn't enough - there's this magnificent Laudian font.

Monday, September 22

Cambridge Details

Here are few Cambridge images that caught my fancy...a chap with a lot of windows to clean...

...an academic dress shop...

...the ticket office at the bus station...

...a chemist's sign (and it's still a chemist underneath)...

...some fierce little boars...

...the Lensfield Road lump...

...snooty lions (outside the FitzWilliam)...

....an interesting bike....

...pretentious graffiti...

...a lovely sundial...
...with lovely curve.

As I spend so much time with 'dirty bargees', I keep my eye out for boats.

This looks a nice spot to moor doesn't it? Although, one would be woken early by rowers.

Now...that's what I call a boat!

Saturday, September 20

A Tourist Once More

The last few days I've been visiting friends in Cambridge (more pics to come when I've processed them).

It's been rather strange - I lived there for about four years, leaving ten and a half years ago. It's the first time I've been back for an extended period rather than a quick trip, and I found myself a stranger there, not a flicker of belonging. It was very dislocating, until I allowed myself just to play tourist.

Tuesday, September 16

Half-mourning

At this time of year, my dear friend Gwen (loved by so many), made lavender bags. I've spent the last little while making bags of my own, and remembering her - the many happy times we had, and how much she loved lavender.

It seems apt that lavender was traditionally one of the colours worn during half-mourning. The smell will always remind me of Gwen.

Two's Company!

There I was...having some quality time with Billy (the black lump on the left)...when who should arrive but Maisie. Her need to be 'No 1 Cat', overcame her distaste for Billy the Kit!

Friday, September 12

Evenlode DIY - Eynsham's Aladdin's Cave

Robin's shop exemplifies Eynsham. It has most things you might want, the staff are friendly and there's a slight edge of insanity.

I always look out for the signs in the window.

I always remember going in and asking if they had any black bootlaces. They didn't, but they had them on order. The trouble was, they couldn't remember where they'd ordered them from, so had no idea when they'd be in stock! This conjured up images of them arriving by pack mule!

Sunday, September 7

Appliance Graveyard

So farewell loyal and trusted servant...and thank you Steve Malpus for the loan of the van.

Said van is a wonderful wildlife habitat - I was especially taken by the window moss!

In our absence, Maisie had been exploring...maybe I should just tie a static cloth round her?

Something for Dr Bones?

Although I guess she'd want to make her own.

Saturday, September 6

Dash It!


I have an acquaintence who lives without electricity, and I'm beginning to wonder if he has a point! One really comes to rely on it.

The reason for my conjectures - our fridge-freezer ist kaput! This has required a mercy dash over to the badlands of West Eynsham to shove various bits and pieces into a friend's freezer. That leaves us praying that the weather doesn't take a turn for the better, so our fridge contents remain OK.

You know what this means? No gin and tonic!!!! Maybe we'll have to evacuate!

Thursday, September 4

Supper with Mr Swan

On Tuesday evening we had supper with Howard Swan - who has been one of The Boy's, mag's staunchest supporters in the golf design industry.

It was great fun, as we went to Brasserie Blanc, in Walton Street, where our lovely neighbour Stephane is a waiter. The manager gave us free glasses of champagne as an aperitif, as we were 'friends of the house' - and Stephane was was such a perfect waiter, we almost stumbled into Sartre!

Best of all - Howard took his pens out. I love watching people sketch, and it was great to see him animately illustrating something he is so passionate about.

Afternoon Tea with Dr Bones

I have been feeling rather sad of late (because of sad things, not my old trouble) - and to cheer me up The Boy delivered me into the charming hands of Dr Bones, for afternoon tea at The Old Parsonage.

It was absolutely lovely (and very good value too). I was most taken with the Deco tea set - I WANT one...it would perfectly suit 29 QS.