There once was a gate

A gate was here once

The car broke, again. “That never happens to a Toyota” now thrice.

But bonus, was Fay and I walked to the Red Lion for a SPL (aka Sunday Pub Lunch). Not done that in ages. Lovely.

Autumn Path

Autumn path

The colours this year are amazing. More yellow than yellow. Makes walking the back way into town an extra special delight.

Boats at Benson

Boats at Benson

It’s this time of year you realize just how many of the le boat boats there are cruising up and down the inland waterways during the warmer months. There’s now a whole flotilla tied up at Benson marina.

Optical Illusion


What’s this? Sunrise yesterday morning, light fog rising from the river. Shadow of tree projected onto mist droplets in the fog creating two fake images. Spooky.

Still there


Left it on the bike at platform 9 for a weekend and a bit. Still there on Monday morning. F says that’s because only ‘a certain type’ bike in London. Glad to know I’m a ‘certain type’.



“Are you celebrating?” asked Sunny the waiter. “Yes, that it’s Friday night” we replied. Moments later, a Prosecco with flair :-)

[Yes, I know it’s a flare, but homophones.]

A lonely tree

A lonely tree

I love this tree, it’s by the car park at the clumps. I can never quite capture it, which is probably part of its charm.