Thursday, 30 April 2009
Hanging basket of pansies outside the back door. I'm told that the name pansy comes from the French 'pensee' meaning thoughtful because the French think that the little faces in the centre of these flowers look thoughtful. Typical French I'd say. The faces in the middle of these flowers look like grumpy old men, all with 'Old Bill' First World War moustaches. Still they brighten the garden up.
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
Tuesday, 28 April 2009
And finally a very fine eighteenth century (Queen Ann ?) house, set back from the street. All the houses I have illustrated in the last six blogs - entitled Tuesday- are all in the same street. There are many more fine, medieval (and onwards) houses in this street, which is used regularly by heavy traffic. There is in fact a weight limit of seven and a half tons on vehicles using this street, but this is a law that is flouted many times daily and with complete impunity. That such a national treasure of a street should be mistreated in this manner is nothing short of a national disgrace.
Monday, 27 April 2009
Photo of Aldham Church, a few miles from us. The round tower was built just over a thousand years ago as a defence against marauding Danes, and the rest of the Church is a later addition, built at some time in the 1200s or 1300s.
Ann's away overnight with her mother, so I'm sitting up late doing odd jobs, easy repair work, and blogging. Must knock off now though and get meself a meal (cold chicken and fry up, I think) then bed. Goodnight all.
Saturday, 25 April 2009
Just been flicking back through photoes and this was taken last July when we got together to celebrate Gran's hundred years. It shows Ruth, Lasse, and the girls, Ann and meself.
Got a busy day ahead of us. Hopefully time for one quick game of scrabble this afternoon, then across to the Church, where I'm stewarding at the art exhibition, and Ann's helping with the refreshments. This works well, as they usually put me on the welcoming, entry ticket and catalogue counter at the door, and it also means that Ann regularly supplies me with cups of tea. Just got time now for a couple of hours in the workshop before lunch. More later, perhaps. Cheers, Mike.
Friday, 24 April 2009
I don't quite know how I've managed to do this. In the past whenever I've tried to get this computer to put more than one photo on my blog the machine has laid its ears back, dug its hooves in and refused to cooperate. Now when I tried to get it to publish a photo of Moulton pack horse bridge, it publishes the wrong one, and three other photoes not remotely connected with what I asked it to do!!!!!!! However you get the idea of the bridge. It's a XIVth / XVth century pack horse bridge which used to carry goods traffic between Bury St. Edmund's and Cambridge over the river Kennet. There was also a ford beside the bridge for wagons and carts.
This morning we set out to go first to Gazely where I delivered and set up a clock I'd been repairing. Our friend the owner was out at a pottery class, but her son James and his wife Freja had stayed in (they and their three daughters share a large house with Mama). Freja very kindly made coffee for us whilst I set the clock in beat. Then on to Cambridge, where we had lunch and went on to Addenbrookes hospital where we saw Ann's sister-in-law Erica, who was very poorly but very much herself. She explained that she found talking painful and very tiring, but asked us to talk to her and she would enjoy listening and could nod or shake her head when she felt she would like to give an opinion. Gentle conversation for a while, then by request I read to Erica for ten minutes or so. Also told her of an incident that had occurred on our way up to her. We got into a lift on the ground floor of the hospital and were joined almost immediately by a nurse and a young man (well, in his early forties I should think) in 'scrubs'. As he was carrying a gas cylinder I asked him which floor he required, and he answered by saying 'It's Mr. Horner, isn't it?'. I admitted the charge and he said that about twenty five years ago I had shown him how a crossbow worked and had allowed him to fire a brass barrelled blunderbuss, which he had never forgotten. He told me his name, and I tried to be polite, but it must have been clear that I had no real memory of the incident. After I'd cudgelled my memory for a while the retrieval system started to work and I did in fact remember the incident and the bloke. I then asked a friendly (and helpful) nurse about him and she told me he was the anaesthetist on the floor below and offered to take a note to him. I scribbled an apology, and explained that I had remembered the incident, on the back of a business card, and the nurse took it off to him so I hope he will get in touch. What a very good memory he must have to be able to pull my name out of it at such short notice. Got home about 5pm. Ann's now having a short kip (I hope) as we are going to the preview of the annual Art Exhibition in St. Mary's Church at 8p.m. More later perhaps, if I'm still awake when we return.
Wednesday, 22 April 2009
P.s. When I talk of the 'Regency' houses in Montpelier Square, they may be early Victorian. Circa 1840, I should think. Must be accurate. Cheers, Mike.
Saturday, 18 April 2009
Cottages in Little Waldingfield, taken about a fortnight ago.
Being a Saturday afternoon I'm just back from scrabble club. Phyllis won the first two games, though the second was a very close run game, with fifteen points (top to bottom) between the four of us. I won the third game, but only because I managed to fit in a seven letter word about halfway through the game. Cup of tea time, I think. More later perhaps.
Friday, 17 April 2009
Guy demonstrating the correct technique of dealing with damaged highwayman who is still kicking after having coaching blunderbuss discharged at him. (Prod him with the spring bayonet on the blunderbuss until he stops kicking, of course.) Please do not be too concerned about this. I doubt if Guy will ever have to put this knowlege into practice as highwaymen are now almost extinct; (so would you be almost extinct if shot with a blunderbuss and then prodded with the bayonet).