Friday, 24 June 2011

Cait's garden

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Study window view.

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The Study

Today the weather is lovely. It's quarter to ten (AM) and I've just checked my Emails, (nothing of interest!) Sitting here, I can see some of Cait's garden, a lot of the grass that I mow, and the river running under our homemade bridge.
There is a weeping willow struggling manfully (or womanfully) to grow in its bed of river stones. One day, its roots will reach the water table and it will turn into a magnificent tree.
Isn't it amazing what a difference the sun makes? The wooden bridge is dry
and inviting instead of wet and slippery. Over the river I can see the grassy
area that I made where we can sit quietly with the dogs. I can see the new cooking apple tree that I planted three years ago and the tiny eater called Katy.
By the fence separating this area from our field is the silver birch that we rescued from the forge chimney, growing well. I can see the field gate and a tiny bit of the road which is very quiet today.
Looking out at the colourful flowers, my favourites are the foxgloves, I feel sort of happy and content. There are different ways of being rich.

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Thursday, 23 June 2011

Honeysuckle

See it climbing up our Sitka spruce? To the right of the small gate is the
Devonshire Quarrendon apple that I planted. Lot of fruit this year.
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This is the model of Sunbeam that I had.

Mine cost £30 and my good old bro Dave helped me pick it from a mass of used bikes. Needless to say, mine was not as shiny as this one but had great character, was badly abused by me and I miss it .
1936 500 CCs, Side valve , Girder forks and no rear springs.
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Another view of front garden.

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Friday, 3 June 2011

Ever changing colours and patterns.

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This is our river in a good mood!

The river is full of little trout and the dippers and Herons are getting fat!We have otters too so how many fish will survive, I don't know. In October, the salmon come up past here to spawn.
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Jack Knife.

My grandpa bought me this knife when I was nine or ten in 1945. It is sixty six years old now and although it was made with wartime steel , it is my most treasured possession.
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