Thursday, 10 October 2019


Above two pictures are (of course) of Ann, about her housewifely duties. Yesterday two of our neices , Elizabeth and Rebeccah, came over and had lunch  with us.  It was lovely to see them. Ann gave them mushroom soup (with home made bread) followed by a peach  pavlova - a light lunch to drool over. I am reminded of that old (and very true  saying) that the way to an old man's heart is through his tummy. 

Spent this  morning working on a clock jack that I've been restoring  lately. It's been kicking about my workshop in a very fragmentary state for some  years. Once it's reasonably  complete I'll  probably  take its photograph for a blog entry. Don't think  I'll sell it  though. It will never be complete enough to be a particularly desirable collector's  item.  Might be a good advert though for my restoratory skills, but probably not as I've retired now (of course).  We've got two lovely early clockjacks in Suffolk  Churches - Southwold and Blythburgh.They've both  lost their clocks, but both are used to ring in the start of services (and are well worth a look at).  I suppose the  one I've been restoring ought to be known as 'Jack Horner'  ?

Tuesday, 8 October 2019

Tuesday 2.

Upper picture shows Sarah and  I  holding the house  up.

I've shown you  this before. It's a snapshot of Ann's  English version of  a 'Nuremberg kitchen'.  needs 'enlarging'.


Took this  a  few days ago in the village of  Stowupland just outside Stowmarket. It's a  lovely  little cottage - best of  both worlds (past and present). Sorry I've not blogged lately. Senior  daughter Sarah's here at the moment, and is sorting out the computer (and meself   - I'm not good with the machine). 

Monday, 23 September 2019


These two pictures were taken  on Sunday morning in Aldham Church. The top one is dated 1537. The date is the earliest I know in arabic (as opposed to roman) numerals. On English 'hammered' silver coins, I think the earliest use of arabic numerals, occurrs in the year 1560.

This rather gothic looking bench end carving, is at the end of the dated seat.


Drove into our town centre last Saturday and found that a large bunch of elderly gentlemen were doing a Morris dance near the Market Place. Never did  find out what they were celebrating, though. Perhaps they were all just a bit dotty.

Friday, 13 September 2019


Heard recently that an  old  friend (and customer) of mine (Guy Ackers) had died.  Shortly afterwards I heard from one of  his  sons that Guy had left me a  clock. This morning Guy's  son, Jon, and his wife, Ann, called to  deliver the clock (pictured above) and stayed about an hour, coffeeing and chatting. Jon is very like his father - and that is  a  compliment to both of  them. The clock is one  I've always liked. It is an English timepiece alarm, also fitted with a single passing strike on the  hour.  The maker's name is on the lower part of the dial. It was made in England in the early 1700's. Guy purchased it  from me about twenty years ago (or so).  It was lovely to see it again -shan't sell  it this  time - one so rarely gets a second bite of the  cherry..  It's now on my cellar wall, going well  and keeping reasonable time, as far as one can judge of a single handed clock over a few hours. At the moment I'm having thoroughly mixed feelings about it - It's lovely to have the clock again, but shall miss Guy  to talk with about  clocks.  We really must call on his widow, Gwen, soon.

Goodnight all.

Tuesday, 10 September 2019


I'm not sure that I've put this  down before -I think  probably not,  so here goes -  I'm still  recovering from a busted hip, and one of the results of this is  that  we've decided  that a bungalow will be safer for us. We have found  a bungalow (our children all  seem to think it  ideal for us)so now we're planning for one  last (we hope) move. Any comments  gratefully received  (sensible ones only please, Crowbard and Rog)

Saturday, 31 August 2019


Above photo is of my  favourite tree. It is about a mile  from here (as the crow flies). It is completely hollow, but appears otherwise healthy. There are three large holes for accessibility - so if all else fails we could go and live in it.

Above photy shows meself and senior daughter,  Sarah, at lunch last Tuesday.  It was lovely to see her.her.

Wednesday, 28 August 2019



Above two young ladies sharing an arm chair are great granddaughter  Elsa     and granddaughter  Freja (who starts her long journey home later today) we shall miss her.  The two of them are cousins - well to be accurate they are first cousins once removed.

Must knock off now - we are motoring Freja to the airport.

Saturday, 24 August 2019


The illustrated pair of  brass candlesticks (yesterday's 'mystery object')  were made and sold (probably in Birmingham) to celebrate King George III's golden jubilee year in 1809. I have had a good many single candlesticks of this type, But this  is one of the few pairs that I have seen. I think they are quite rare.

Thursday, 22 August 2019


These  are   not really  mystery objects, but can you please tell me in what year they were made?  and where?

Wednesday, 21 August 2019

Sunday, 11 August 2019


 Above photo shows granddaughter  Freja and youngest daughter liz, together with the Sunday lunch they'd prepared  and left in the oven to cook whilst we went to Church.

It consists of :- stuffed roast chicken,  vegetables and cauliflower /flour cheese.  With a bottle of Cotes-du- Rhone, and a jug of water.


Thursday, 8 August 2019


Today we again motored over to  Polstead and had lunch at the  Cock Inn pub on the  village green. We'd been reading up on the  Red Barn murder of 1827, and found that the inquest on Maria Martin was held in the room where we were lunching.  When we'd finished lunch and returned to the car we were much impressed by the little wagonette and pair parked on the green outside the pub. We talked for a while with  the owners (and the horses) , found we'd a couple of aquaintances in common (one living, one not), and eventually over took them in the lanes, and waved enough not to frighten the horses as we passed them. Freja (who used to ride as a child) made great friends with the horses, whilst we'd been finding common aquaintances with the owners. A very pleasant encounter.

Wednesday, 7 August 2019


Soppy JokeTime.

Freja :-   "Pa. What are those rather pretty pink flowered shrubs called?"

Pa :-       "They are called Hibiscus- until they fall to  the ground."

Freja :-  "What are they called when they fall to the ground?"

Pa :-         "Lowbiscus."

Freja :-    "Oh Pa!  That is  terrible!"   Then giggled over said terrible joke for five minutes.

P.S. Does anyone else find that when grandchildren come to stay they have to  revert to schoolboy sense of  humour????

Sunday, 4 August 2019


Yesterday we motored over to Polstead and grand daughter  Freja took the above photo of Polstead Church and other ancient monuments, like say frinstance - ME.  Had a quite acceptable lunch afterwards in the pub on the village green.  Very pleasant outing. Had to tell Freja all about the Red Barn murder, of which she'd vaguely heard (surprising, considering she lives in Sweden, and the murder took place in (I think ) 1827).

Tuesday, 30 July 2019


These two characters are (or when completed will  become)  clock jacks. That is  misleading. There is only one of  him, and I hope he willl  become a clock jack.   I'm putting  them up mainly for the information of daughter  Ruth, who  was in at the  beginning so knows about him. As you can see Roo, he is  progressing nicely.  especially the tricorn hat. Lots to be done still, but he is, I think, off to a good start.

Thursday, 25 July 2019

Thursday (2)

Snapshot taken of old houses in Stone Street on Tuesday morning.


Snapshot taken from our bedroom window at about 3 a.m. onTuesday morning (in the  midddle of a very dramatic  thunder storm; plus summer lightning/sheet lightning)  It kept us all awake (on and off) until a final flurry at about five in the morning.

Wednesday, 24 July 2019


The above is a photo taken in Stoke by Nayland yesterday on (or rather just off) our drive to Sudbury.   It's a handsome village with a lovely church. Got a bit lost in the lanes, but  eventually drove home via Scotland (see previous entry).