Saturday, 30 April 2011
Friday, 29 April 2011
Thursday, 28 April 2011
As you can see I had to aim my camera over the shoulder of a young lady, and this reminds me of another incident in the White Tower yesterday that rather pleased me (and amused daughter Ruth) :- I stood aside to allow a file of French Schoolgirls (mid teens and in a two by two 'crocodile') to go past. One of them looked at my whiskers and said something in french to her companion, who glanced up at the hirsute adornment, giggled, and said "Ooh La La !".
I've always wanted to hear someone say Ooh La La!
Good night All.
Busy day yesterday; as Ruth and her daughters were staying with Lizzie in London until Saturday, we motored down to Lizzie's in the morning, arriving at about eleven thirty. Lizzie, Danny, and the children were all out at work/ school. Above photo, of Freya, rose tree, and Tuva taken in Lizzie's Garden.
We then walked a couple of hundred yards, over a small drawbridge, into the Tower of London, through an arch, and the White Tower was before us. It's only when you see it in full sunshine, that you realise how fitting and descriptive the name is. It's a grim, well proportioned old building, built by William the first (also known as William the Norman, William the Conqueror, and William the Bastard), and completed somewhere about the year 1080, I think. After I'd told the girls these interesting facts, Ruth told them that the Normans, although we think of them as French, were, in fact, Norse men (quite rightly). As residents of Scandinavia, this pleased all three of them; and anyway, it's always good to have the facts straight, and anyway, we don't want the French getting above themselves, do we? Must get on with some work now. More bloggery later , perhaps.
Tuesday, 26 April 2011
Ann has always wanted a thyme lawn, but as we don't have room for a lawn, we put three different sorts of 'creeping thyme' in a necessary join in the garden path. It's necessary because the path slopes down from the garden gate towards the house, and the earth and gravel filled gap acts as a soakaway when it rains (and grows thyme). We walk over it daily, and as our shoes brush it , it releases a thymey, herby, scent. Ann's idea - works well.
Being called up for supper. More later perhaps.
Saturday, 23 April 2011
First half of this evening's supper. Tenderloin of pork in a lightly curried mushroom sauce, fried potatoes, AND - Tarah!!!- the first bait of asparagus of the season. Normally we would have this on its own as a starter, but Ann said that as this was going to be a light supper, and as she was going to have to rush off and serve at this evening's 'Vigil' service immediately after the first part of the meal, we'd have the asparagus as a second vegetable. I always think the first taste of a seasonal vegetable like asparagus is always the best, as this proved to be. Not sure what time the 'Vigil' is likely to end, but pudding when Ann comes home after it.
Been working in the garden this afternoon and evening putting up a bamboo cane support for the sweetpeas, runner beans, and (hopefully) the Morning Glory.
Earlier this week our very part time gardener Ken called when we were out and relocated our sink garden to its permanent position, so this evening I did a bit of rearranging it and transplanting therein a tiny yew tree I've been 'bonsai-ing' (that word doesn't look at all likely but I hope you'll be able to work it out) for some years. Hope it's happy to be moved at this time of year. We'll see.
Friday, 22 April 2011
Slight problem with pictures - bear with me a minute.
Thursday, 21 April 2011
followed by strawberries (Spanish) and cream. My contribution was a bottle of wine I'd won in a raffle at Saturday's Church Bazaar, and which I was a little doubtful about, but which turned out to be very acceptable. It was an Asti Spumante, which I thought might be rather a 'pudding wine', and in fact went very well with the desert.
Back to Bonham's on Wednesday, where I successfully bid for five lots. Ann joined me in Knightsbridge for lunch, and then again towards the end of the auction, after which we took a taxi back to Liz's. Ann again made supper, raiding Liz's fridge for most of the ingreediments of a vegetable bake, and following it with a fruit salad, which she'd purchased in the local shops. We hit the road at 7.30 p.m. and eventually were very glad to get home just before midnight. There seemed to be roadworks and diversions everywhere. Oddly enough the journey down on Tuesday morning took just under two and a half hours, and went like a dream (as opposed to the nightmare journey home). Still - we hit the sack at around midnight, crashed out and eventually woke just before eight this morning. Been doing necessary jobs around the workshop today (relaxed pottering mostly), but we're singing with the choir at this evening's service, so if you'll excuse me, I must go and get meself ready for it.
Monday, 18 April 2011
We left the party a little after nine, drove home by the light of a glorious full moon riding high in a wide, clear, Norfolk, sky. Got home about ten- twenty, and went straight up to bed, leaving this blog till today, which has been a very busy one. Goodnight All.
Friday, 15 April 2011
Photograph of the clock on our church steeple. The bell above the dial is one of the oldest in the country, dating from circa 1280. Instead of a loud echoing BOI- OI- OI- OING, it now gives a sad sort of g-donk noise. This has happened before and when it last happened it turned out that the white doves that nest in the tower were building nests around the bell. This year the doves are building around the DeaneryTower and the church tower; but the jackdaws have built around the clock bell, as you can see if you 'embiggen' the picture . I talked to our senior Churchwarden, and he told me he intends disconnecting the strike mechanism of the clock (hope he knows what he's doing) until the jackdaws have finished nesting - "Then we'll see what can be done". Very humane of him, I suppose. We'll also have to see what can be done about discouraging the jackdaws next year!!!!!
Thursday, 14 April 2011
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
Got up before six o'clock this morning, as Ann taking early service, and self reading lessons.Bite of breakfast, then into car and drove across to Bury St. Edmund's. Eventually drove on to Brandon where we met up with old school friend Roy and his wife Janet, and had lunch at refurbished Brandon House Hotel, which was (the lunch, that is) dissapointing. As also was, I'm sorry to say, the refurbished hotel. A year ago the hotel was down at heels, but welcoming. It is now - well I'm afraid the phrase 'cheap and cheerful' springs to mind, although it's not particularly cheap. The staff are still doing their best to be welcoming, and it's a convenient place for the four of us to meet up, so we'll probably give it another try in a few months, but unless it's improved in the meantime, we'll then have to find somewhere else. On the way home we stopped of in Bury St. Edmund's again, bought a few bits in garden centre, then had a cup of tea and a long chat with our old friend Joan. Got home just before 6 o'clock. Just changed into workshop scruff and must do some work. More later perhaps, depending how work goes.
Tuesday, 12 April 2011
Friends Keith and Jill joined us for lunch. This last winter Jill had given us several brace of pheasants (she is given them as payment for beating at the local shoots), and as we still had some in the freezer Ann decided to do a pheasant casserole for lunch. It was excellent ! For pudding Ann gave us apple charlotte with cream, followed by excellent coffee.
After lunch (bearing in mind they too are dealers ,specialising in early metalware and oak) a little business took place. As Keith remarked :- "Nice, civilised way of mixing business and pleasure."
As they'd never seen the inside of St. Mary's the four of us then walked into town and spent an hour or so looking round the church and various of the other interesting buildings in town. Then home, cup of tea, and Jill and Keith started for their home just before five o'clock. All told, a very pleasant, relaxing day.