There was a great deal of dithering about which route to take home from the Quobb Lane Cemetery. With the decidedly changeable weather, neither of us fancied hunting for a probably non existent ack ack gun site, especially as it would mean heading back along Allington Lane with no footpaths. CJ didn’t fancy Church Hill, possibly because of the hill part of the equation. In the end we decided the path in front of us, running beside the cemetery, was probably the best choice. Where it would take us was anyone’s guess. Continue reading Hatch Farm, mole hills, ice, mud and big plans
After our adventures at Exbury Gardens I thought today would be a good day to see how the trees were doing locally. Autumn has been slow to start this year but the colour does seem to be creeping in (or out as the case may be) very slowly so the avenue of limes at Hatch Grange seemed as if it might be worth a look. Of course CJ, who missed out on Exbury and has never been to Hatch Grange, said he’d come along too. Continue reading Fluttering green and gold at Hatch Grange
Dental appointments always seem to come round far faster than I’d like. Don’t get me wrong, my dentist is very nice. I’ve been going to the same one for more than twenty five years and, apart from the poking around in my mouth part, its a bit like visiting old friends. As a treat to reward myself for submitting to all that prodding, poking, scraping and cleaning, I thought I’d have a wander around Hatch Grange afterwards. In fact I had a bit of a plan…sort of.