This is a special beach, an hour or so down the road from us. It's a beach that has been 6,000 years in the making, and like most beaches it's still 'in the making'. The pebbles may appear to be a uniform size, but as you go up or down the beach they become larger … Continue reading Chesil Beach
My big fear. There are many things that I 'am not fond of' but which do not induce night terrors. Aerophobia, agoraphobia, glossophobia, trypanophobia and musophobia all fit into this category. Two of the other common phobias, claustrophobia and coulrophobia, well they don't bother me at all. My big fear is acrophobia. It can manifest … Continue reading The Big Fear
Gold Hill, Shaftesbury. Scene of the famous Hovis advert from the early 1970s. An advert so famous it's still remembered well enough to re-use, sort of, in more modern ads. Apparently, I've been here before. Many years ago, when my age was still numbered in single digits. I don't remember it, which surprises me. There's … Continue reading Gold Hill
Mrs P and I rather enjoy our days out to stately homes and gardens. Many of which have that ever so traditional English walled garden. Or kitchen garden. This weeks trip was more local than is often the case, to Edmondsham. I do wonder if a walled garden would work in Merida one day, when … Continue reading The Walled Garden
Lymington is a lovely little town. It sits by the sea with a little harbour and has got plenty of history. It's a place where rich folk come to retire. It's Brexitlandia. But we must forgive them that at least once a year, when they permit an influx of immigrant automobiles that have come to … Continue reading Lymington Italia Festival
We picked up a punt from Scudamore's that we'd pre-booked online for 90 mins the day before. You save a little money that way. About a fiver. And 90 minutes is plenty enough time. Or so says I, the punter in chief. The puntees might have liked a little longer to quaff a bit more … Continue reading Punting in Cambridge
Mrs P and I decided to go to Royal Ascot this year. We'd like to think we're a socially mobile couple, going in an upward direction. It's the poshest sporting event of the year. We went on Ladies Day, the poshest day. The poshest of posh. It'd be nice, we thought, to mix with 'our … Continue reading Royal Ascot
The Mexile 