Sun and storms

Cobden Bridge
Cobden Bridge

1 to 4 July 2015

Annoyingly, Wednesday was a beautiful day but I had to go to work. The sky was brilliant blue as I crossed Cobden Bridge and the river looked like it was made of deep cobalt glass. The little ships cast perfect reflections like an upside down, underwater world. The colours seemed especially bright and fresh in the morning light and I could see flowers blooming on the houseboat deck garden. When I reached the slipway two men were trying to get a boat in or out of the water, I couldn’t quite decide which. Their car was right at the bottom of the slipway, back wheels in the water. It looked like a precarious business and I was glad it wasn’t my car. Continue reading Sun and storms

grasses, guns and good news

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30 June 2015

Once I’d left the jetty behind it was back to the meandering trail Which led me through the dappled shade at the edge of Hamble Common to a sign that warned of erosion ahead. At first I was in two minds whether to risk the crumbling path but the bank seemed low, at least at first, and the alternative of walking on the shingle wasn’t very appealing. Ahead I could see the masts of boats and what I thought was Hamble Point. It didn’t look too far so I chose danger over slog. Continue reading grasses, guns and good news

Sun, sea and … Shingle

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30 June 2015

The last walk of June was going to be hot, hot, hot, at least according to the weather forecast which predicted temperatures in the high twenties. It seemed the sensible thing to do would be head for the shore where there would be sea breezes to cool me down. As it happened there was something interesting I’d been meaning to check out in Hamble anyway, the only problem was I wasn’t exactly sure how to get to it. Still, not knowing where I’m going has never stopped me before. Continue reading Sun, sea and … Shingle

an evening walk and a farewell party

Heading for Monks Brook Meadows
Heading for Monks Brook Meadows

26 June 2015

The bad week ended with a walk. Part of our farewell for the RCSM was a meal at Ham Farm. As the team wouldn’t be getting there until half past seven and it didn’t seem worth going home at five just to go out again, I decided to walk there from work. With my head still full of images of gunmen on Tunisian beaches, I left the office and set off. Originally Id planned to walk across Cobden Bridge towards the Navigation but it was a sultry evening, hot and thundery with a chance of rain so I thought it wasn’t the best of plans. Continue reading an evening walk and a farewell party

Paradise lost

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23 to 27 June 2015

Everyone has one of those weeks from time to time. They usually come out of the blue when you’re least expecting them and catch you off balance. Occasionaly you stumble and fall. If you’re really lucky there will be people around to help you up and dust you down. For me, this was one of those weeks… Continue reading Paradise lost

Solstice sunrise

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Not too long after the sunset of spring  we went to bed. We had an early start in the morning, even for someone who usually gets up at five fifteen. It seemed we’d hardly fallen asleep and we were up again looking at boiling skies that could have been painted by Van Gough, full of pink and purple. After the most perfunctory of washes (there would be time later for a shower) and a light breakfast my body didn’t feel it needed, we set off. Continue reading Solstice sunrise