Mr Fox has been visiting the garden in the early mornings and evenings. A few days ago I spotted him relaxing on the top lawn. I'm glad he feels safe here.
The Rat Catcher. I expect that today he would be called a Rodent Control Operative.
Walking - Reading - Home - Garden - Countryside - Places of Interest - History - Cats - Photography
Mr Fox has been visiting the garden in the early mornings and evenings. A few days ago I spotted him relaxing on the top lawn. I'm glad he feels safe here.
The Rat Catcher. I expect that today he would be called a Rodent Control Operative.
Today the Ragged Victorians were in town so we walked down the hill to find them.
They were at the Gladstone Pottery Museum where a Victorian Day was being held.
We could hear the music from the barrel organ as we entered the museum.
I took loads of photos so I'll share a few now and perhaps do something later with more of them. I might try to sepia tone some of them or perhaps monochrome.
Policeman.
The costumes were wonderful, suitably grubby and well worn, roughly mended shoes clattered on the cobbles.
Little things that connect, that send your mind drifting back into the past. Memories weaving here and there some of them as clear as if it were yesterday.
It was 1980 and we were staying in Lyme Regis, a place we both love. Paul had an appointment with the curator of the Philpot Museum to look at and photograph Pterosaur specimens and I was just fascinated with the story of Mary Anning who spent days on the Undercliffe searching for fossils. We stayed at a small hotel called the Old Monmouth where creaking floor boards and suddenly opening doors led the other people at breakfast to delcare that they were sure that they had heard 'Old Monmouth' during the night. The owners had a cat called Cleopatra who more often than not visited the bedrooms, luckily we liked cats, as once or twice we found her curled up in the sink in the corner of our room. I remember the hotel was across the road from the church and the church clock could be heard ringing each hour.
The day of the appointment arrived and we went in to meet the curator who at that time was the eminent writer John Fowles. He was interested in why we were visiting and what we were interested in and happy for Paul to identify a fossil for him. He referred us to Dorchester Museum to find another fossil there. A few weeks after we returned home we had a thank you letter from him. We still have it somewhere, most probably in a file, in a plastic box in the back of the garage. Perhaps one day we will come across it again.
The book is full of illustrations by an artist called Elaine Franks with a foreward by John Fowles.
John Fowles of course is no longer with us but - here - is an article about Elaine Franks.
Monday
We walked at Trentham as we usually do at least once a week.
Tuesday
The snow came quietly and softly overnight
Wednesday
Was a stay at home snow day. I'm so glad there were no medical appointments this week. I had a hospital appointment last week and have another appointment next week. There was no pressure to be out and about as the roads up here on our little hill seem worse than further down towards town. The snow takes twice as long to melt. The main roads were gritted. Ironing done.
Thursday
A walk on the Brampton in Newcastle-under-Lyme and a visit to a local art exhibition in the Museum.
Friday
Another walk this time at Westport Lake followed by lunch at Middleport Pottery.
The frozen ponds near the large lake.
Today, Saturday another stay at home day keeping out of the way of the storm which seems to have arrived here. I can hear the rain on the conservatory roof and the wind rattling the door knocker on the front door. Reading A Refiner's Fire by Donna Leon, her latest Commissario Brunetti mystery set in Venice and listening to Max Richter's recomposition of Vivaldi's Four Seasons. Spring is so very beautiful.
Take care, stay safe and warm. Have a good weekend.
Back to our visit to Wales in June.
The Home Front Museum in Llandudno is housed in an old garage which, during the second world war, was the town's auxiliary fire station. All the artefacts in the museum are from one man's collection.
You can find it in a little back street just a stone's throw from the main thoroughfayre of Gloddaeth Avenue. It is also quite close to the main town museum.
It was quite dark inside but a welcome relief from the midday heat. The dark made it hard to take photos but I've added a few here.