The Walk The Walls zebras

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19 July 2016

Our first zebra hunt was going well, despite the heat and we’d found almost all the zebras within the old town walls. The app on my phone told me there was another at the bottom of Blue Anchor Lane on Western Esplanade. When we walked through the arch though we were shocked to find an empty plinth criss crossed with red and white tape. Snappy, the Deplan zebra had been vandalised. Continue reading The Walk The Walls zebras

Southampton old town Zebras

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19 July 2016

In hindsight the hottest, most humid day of the year wasn’t the best of choices for our first zebra hunt. CJ and I were too excited to wait any longer though and this was the first chance we’d had since the zebras went on display on Saturday. With one hundred and ninety eight zebras on the trail, including all the babies hidden in shops, we knew from the start we weren’t going to find them all in one go. Half way over Northam Bridge, with sweat dripping into my eyes and legs that felt like lead, I wondered if we’d even make it to town to find the first one. It may only have been three miles but, in such weather, it might as well have been a marathon. Continue reading Southampton old town Zebras

A little Boxing Day walk – first published 26 December 2013

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Boxing day 2013, the sun was out, Commando was out on a run, it seemed like a good time to go for a little walk. Apart from anything it might walk off some of the Christmas food I ate before it had a chance to settle on my hips. At first I thought about trying out a new route but the river was calling and my feet were listening even if my head said try something new. Continue reading A little Boxing Day walk – first published 26 December 2013

A boundary stone reprise

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14 July 2016

Today I planned to take CJ to see the boundary stone on Old Redbridge Bridge, then cross the flyover to Totton, visit Eling Tide Mill and come back via the boardwalk across the Test estuary. In the end, events conspired against us and things didn’t turn out quite how I expected. Continue reading A boundary stone reprise

random musings of a geriatric delinquent – the dancing years – first published 12 September 2014

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Two years have now passed since the sad day we lost Commando Senior. Today it seems fitting that I should republish the last of his memoirs, the one he was working on in those last few days. It’s a terrible shame he didn’t have more time to write about his flying, his days running his engineering business or all the other wonderful things he did like flying on Concord or sailing on the QE2. Maybe it’s fitting that this last memoir should be about something happy and something that made him incredibly happy, his dancing. Continue reading random musings of a geriatric delinquent – the dancing years – first published 12 September 2014

Mud, crowds and determination at Whiteley

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13 July 2016

The RR10’s are coming thick and fast this month with one almost every week. This week it was Whiteley, between Southampton and Portsmouth. It’s an odd place, until the mid 1980’s it was farmland with wooded areas once home to troops prior to the D Day landings. Then the powers that be decided to build a business park. The first houses went up in the late 1980’s and, now there are around six thousand residents, a retail park, restaurants, a cinema and a business park. The name Whiteley is a nod to one of the original farms. Continue reading Mud, crowds and determination at Whiteley

The zebras have come to town!

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12 July 2016

One sunny lunchtime in 2013, I sat in the park with a coffee and spotted what looked like a horse in a high vis jacket at the end of the path on Above Bar. The horse turned out to be a rhino. A summer of wandering around the city hunting these colourful beasts had begun. When they left, Southampton seemed a very empty and colourless place for a while and lunchtimes felt very dull. Late last year I learned there would be a new hunt this summer, not rhinos this time but zebras. Today, the zebras came to town! Continue reading The zebras have come to town!

Final view from the top of the world – first published 20 December 2013

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The final day had arrived. The longest week in the history of the world was over, along with my job. The final views from the top of the world were disappointing, no blue sky, no sunsets, just cloud and a lot of howling wind gently rocking the building until we thought it might take off. Most of the work that got done involved Rose’s car and then there was champagne… Continue reading Final view from the top of the world – first published 20 December 2013

One in ten at Wyvern

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10 July 2016

Apparenetly, a wyvern is a legendary creature with a repitlian body, a dragon’s head, a venomous bite and the ability to breathe fire. Today, we were off to a college named after it in Fair Oak for a little race watching. Last July, while Commando ran the Wyvern 10k, his first ever event with the Itchen Spitfires, I had a slightly wet wander around the trails of Fair Oak. A 10k is a relatively short race so I didn’t get as much time to explore as I’d have liked and meant to come back. I never did get round to it. At Wvyern today there would be no running and no exploring. Hopefully we wouldn’t bump into any wyverns either.  Continue reading One in ten at Wyvern

A week of silent goodbyes – first published 19 December 2013

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The last week at Silver Helm had arrived. Every day felt full of silent goodbyes and last evers, even though some, like a visit to the warehouse in the docks, were really first times. Slowly, the building that had been our lovely, organised office was turning into a ghost town of boxes and empty shelves. We all bustled about, sorting, packing and shredding while trying to pretend we were fine. Inside we were crying, at least I was. The only things that kept me sane were the little things in each day to make me smile. Continue reading A week of silent goodbyes – first published 19 December 2013