Month: September 2023

This is one of these impossible images I can only imagine if the gradient is not very steep. Difficult to tell from the angle of the camera. We have had another glorious day. It really was a warmth that went through your body. I woke up warm this morning, warmer than I would like. This afternoon Francoise  spoke at length on Skype to my son Mark who lives in Mumbai and works at a school. He has...

Some have unkindly called it Weston Supermarket which actually is not too far from the truth. We rose early this morning and departed about nine o'clock  for a journey that was supposed to take one hour 17 minutes according to my GPS.  This equipment is remarkably and annoyingly successful in predicting arrival time because it has lots of data to go on than is apparent at first. My step meter -...

This may seem a strange way of starting a diary but I am blown away by the naivety of this person that thinks that the skip company will take away this carefully constructed mountain of material. Hope  springs eternal as they say. This is the beginning of a lovely summers day. Pity it arrived a bit late in the year, but I feel I should be elsewhere than staring at this computer screen. We have...

Today Sunday was the day for visiting Dorset county show which is an event held once a year for two days over a weekend, near to Dorchester. An unexpected Aladdin's Cave On the main road down for some reason I decided to turn off into a garden centre and an establishment that described itself as  a trading post.  It consisted of three elements, a coffee bar, and bric a bac  shop with an amazing...

A dull misty morning, No wind. I fear it is a precursor to the coming of autumn with that particular unique autumn smell that appears unfailingly between the 7th and 9th of September. If we had believed the weather forecasts we would be fearing the latest plume of heat from Spain and would all be roasting. We should be so lucky. A busy day today, we will be going to OakHill local festival and...

These days I do not become depressed in the clinical state of the word. When I was in my twenties and thirties I withdrew into myself and found that I was in effect paralyzed, not being able to move forward or backward or sideways and this was not a pleasant experience. Today I was looking forward to talking to my friend and sharing a brilliant lecture by one Robert Temple  which started off...