Southampton Common cycles, cygnets and a Skyride finale

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12 June 2016

Our first port of call on The Common was Cemetery Lake. The last time I tried to visit it was back in December and the ground was so boggy I hadn’t been able to get across the grass to the observation area and the path around the perimeter was thick with mud. In the end I’d had to content myself with a Christmas card Robin sitting on the fence. Today the grass was wet from the recent shower but walkable. CJ and I headed for the gate. Continue reading Southampton Common cycles, cygnets and a Skyride finale

Skyride Sunday

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12 June 2016

John, the Itchen Spitfire’s founder, volunteered to organise marshals for this year’s Southampton Skyride so, today, there were an unusually large number of Itchen Spitfires lining the streets of Southampton. They were all dressed in eye popping pink t-shirts. Amongst them was Commando. He left rather early this morning while I was still drinking hot chocolate and rubbing the sleep from my eyes. At a more reasonable hour CJ and I walked over to town for a little Spitfire spotting. Continue reading Skyride Sunday

Another interview, more boxes and a traffic jam – first published 25 November 2013

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The end of November 2013 seemed to be all about job hunting, interviews, CV workshops and, of course, the marketing boxes that were causing quite a bit of consternation in our office. Along with all that there was also a curious traffic jam that lasted almost all day and brought the city of Southampton to a grinding halt. Continue reading Another interview, more boxes and a traffic jam – first published 25 November 2013

Hackers and other disasters

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11 June 2016

Late on Thursday night when I tried to proofread the blog post that was due to be published the next day I couldn’t get onto the blog. There was a just a weird message I didn’t understand. Straight away I checked the LCN site to make sure it wasn’t an issue with their servers or whatnot. It wasn’t. Then I tired to view the blog throug an old Facebook link. The same message came up. Going through Google brought the same results. A shard of ice stabbed at my heart and one word screamed in my head, HACKERS! Continue reading Hackers and other disasters

A chapel, a cemetery and a rail trail – first published 24 November 2013

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My Sunday walk was badly planned. I had no food with me, it was cold and windy and I was getting tired. Just as I was about to turn back Commando rang and urged me to go further. If I’d had any sense I’d have ignored him but, of course, I didn’t. It wasn’t one of my better decisions.  Continue reading A chapel, a cemetery and a rail trail – first published 24 November 2013

Family, secrets, mysteries and bridges to nowhere

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8 June 2016

This week seems to have been mostly about family. It began on Sunday with a gathering of the clan to celebrate an anniversary. Maggie and Alan, who showed us such hospitality when we were in Toronto last year, had come to England to celebrate their fiftieth wedding anniversary. As I was driving, I couldn’t have any of the champagne but I did have a slice of the wonderful cake made by Shirley, whose Sunday lunches are legendary. Continue reading Family, secrets, mysteries and bridges to nowhere

a badly planned Sunday walk – first published 24 November 2013

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Some of my walks are planned with meticulous attention to detail, lots of map looking and even lists of instructions to follow. Not many though. Most are hastily cobbled together wanderings with no proper aim. Quite a few end up with me lost and wondering what on earth I was thinking. At the end of November 2013, with my redundancy letter sitting on the coffee table I went for one of the latter.  Continue reading a badly planned Sunday walk – first published 24 November 2013

Windmills on my mind

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2 June 2916

Last night I had a dream about a windmill. The memory of it was hazy when I woke but I couldn’t get the thought of it out of my head, white sails against deep blue sky. It felt as if something was telling me to walk to the windmill at Bursledon, although I had no idea why. It seemed wise to listen to my dream though and, when I said where I was going, CJ said he’d come along. He even offered to buy me a coffee! Once I’d picked myself off the floor we set off. Continue reading Windmills on my mind

Disappointment, sadness and more good news – first published 22 November 2013

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November 2013 was drawing to a close along with my job. The were good days and bad days, hopes raised and dashed. At times it seemed cruel that we had to be there, slowly dismantling our world and our work. At other times we savoured every moment there was left. Through it all the little moments of beauty kept me going. Continue reading Disappointment, sadness and more good news – first published 22 November 2013

All’s well that ends well at Blackfield Common

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1 June 2016

June began with another RR10 in the New Forest, this time at Blackfield Common. Commando swore he knew how to get there. Stupidly, I believed him. By now I should know better. Of course, we ended up driving round in circles with no idea where to go and even Google Maps couldn’t help because I couldn’t get a phone signal. It began to look as if this would be the RR10 we didn’t make it to. Continue reading All’s well that ends well at Blackfield Common