Yesterday's walk was in oddly empty place on the border between Hampshire and Wiltshire. While people, and the promised sunny intervals, we're in short supply pheasants, partridge, deer and raptors. Ancient ruins were also plentiful, though only a few were visible...
A lovely way to spend my Sunday evening: choral music from the Thomas Weelkes Singers and classical guitar from Debra Adamson-Brattland in the beautiful setting of St Cross church. I thoroughly recommend checking out 'I sing of a maiden' by local boy Raymond Humphrey.
Yesterday was a walk along the Itchen Way, taking in a good - if not especially generously portioned - pub lunch and a steam train: the latter was rather smaller than seen last weekend...
Time for some folk, a little different from last night's Avenue Q puppetry and filth. Would have been safe to bring Sooty tonight but he can be disruptive...
It is Autumn and the crab apple tree has gone berserk, the Colchicum are blooming and so are the waterlilies(?!). They are not alone in the confused plant world with several of my spring and summer flowers starting to bloom too...
I'm in Portsmouth to see the Fibonacci Quartet for the third time in as many months. They are very good and, more relevantly, tend to perform where I am. Before the gig I thought I'd do a little sunset sightseeing...
Mr and Mrs Rachel Parris, Miles Jupp and Ade Edmondson. Miles losing it was particularly enjoyable. There is a good 2.5 hours of content to edit down...
Back in the Barn for some piano trio action as an autumn bonus concert from the Winchester Chamber Music Festival. By dint of early arrival, we've nabbed the settee and are widely envied...
Wallingford itself has been surprisingly important in English history, second only to Winchester in King Alfred's burgh towns. Today, it is not obvious why it should have played such a major role...
Today's preserved railway fun lacked the speed and spectacle of yesterday but the Bunk Line did have more heavily armed rolling stock and, in addition to strong winds, could boast a Hurricane...
He certainly picked a sub-optimal day weather-wise for a holiday in Hampshire. Hurricanes may hardly ever happen but it can get pretty wet and windy even so...
This morning I was 'pulled' by two knights, one of them facing backwards. At my age you can't afford to be too choosy, you have to take what you can get: even if both knights had been dead a while...
This week's Tetrapak recycling ride went via Minstead, Acres Down and the Deer Sanctuary. No deer but plenty of fungi and a turned beech bowl which had to be rescued from the Minstead Community Shop...
Tuesday night I committed fully to the joy of singing depressing religious songs from across the Pond by acquiring my own Sacred Harp (the sacred wings will, I assume follow). I followed this with the Blues jam at the Cricketers, which seemed thematically linked...
The weather is significantly poorer than forecast but Sir Nigel still looks very fine. I'm not quite as excited as one woman on the train who is raving about having touched the great man...
Southampton is full of 'old' buses today, which made me happy. Some were genuinely old, others were the subject matter of my bus obsessed boyhood and a few positively modern: from my perspective...
Today's walk marked Railway200 in at least two ways. The Dead Man's Plaque was constructed in 1825 to mark an event from 963 which probably never occurred and we crossed the path of the ex Fullerton to Hurstbourne railway: built to block competition and long closed
Acting on information received, this morning I took a stroll from BEU to ANF via Denny and Matley Woods and Dearleap Inclosure. The Forest was looking glorious, full of birds and their song, the aroma of pine and more...
