Yesterday we drove over to Capel St. Mary, and had tea with our friend Helga, who is just back from three weeks in Malta (she is a great globe trotter). She said that much as she enjoys travelling, the weather in Malta was a bit of a wash out, and it was no warmer than here. She she'd just made a cherry cake to go with our tea. She said it was made with sour cherries, but it didn't taste sour; in fact it was a very good cake.
When we drove home I asked Ann to set me down at the edge of the town as it was such a lovely day, and I wanted to take photoes for the blog and would walk home (only three hundred yards or so, if that). The above picture is where she dropped me and is of a blackthorn tree in full bloom. Should be full of sloes in a few months, but we normally pick sloes for sloe gin in the depths of the countryside. These being beside the road will probably taste of traffic fumes. Took the next two photos on the way home.
The above house is a lovely little ex-farmhouse, and rather a favourite of mine. It probably dates from mid Tudor times and hasn't been altered much.
The above Queen Ann house is the Old Manse. It lives behind high walls in isolated grandeur (well semi-grandeur- I'm sure its owners won't mind my saying) a few yards back from the road, and, of its period, is a lovely looking place. It's a couple of hundred yards from us and on the opposite side of the road.
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Went to lip reading class this morning, and, for once in a way, felt that I was making progress. It's a surprisingly tiring exercise we all agree. Our teacher, who is also deaf, says that it's because of the sheer concentration necessary. As I think supper is about to be anounced, I'd better nip upstairs and make meself decent for it.
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P.s. Just nipped downstairs again after supper and a quick game of scrabble. Supper was an excellent fish pie (with capers in it), followed by pears in red wine, left over from Saturday's dinner party - scrumptious.
Goodnight All.
6 comments:
Glad the lip-reading is beginning to stick together more Mike.
of all the blossoming trees, for me the blackthorn in full bloom is the most charismatic and spiritually uplifting sight. Edward Burne-Jones caught the essence of their splendour in a few of his paintings (The Witch's Tree, The Beguiling of Merlin and The Tree of Forgiveness come to mind). A lovely sight in a lovely season.
PS Is that a buzzard or a red kite on the wing to the left of the tree?
Hello Crowbard. Well spotted. I have had a good look at the photo, and I think it must be the young buzzard who has been quartering over the area these last few days.
Mike...your architecture is so magnificent! I wonder what you would think of the structures over here. Have you been to the US?
Thank you Lori. Yes, we've been to the U.S. of A. It was for a fortnight in 1988. Mainly on business and in New England. You do have some lovely colonial architecture. We spent our last few days in Boston, which really is the best of the old and the new.
Warm regards to you both. Mike and Ann.
At first sight I thought this was my old family home in Bognor Regis! Almost identical. Strange how sights like this bring memories flooding back.
Regards, Keith.
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