Need a washing line

washing line

A breath of fresh air: somewhere where the neighbours don’t think that you’re mad for hanging shaped fabric on a rope.
At least I think they don’t.

I may have to ask.


Crabbing at Mudeford

A summers evening spent watching the warmth go down while crabbing on the river side at Mudeford with Unke Hilton.

(That’s pronounced Muddy Ford rather than Mude Ford which is why it’s spelt Mudeford.)

Inspecting the catch

The little ones weren’t biting but the family next to us made a generous donation which passers by were somewhat impressed by.

F even gave demonstrations!

Go Mackerel Fishing On Rosie

Wrapped up the day with chips from the cafe.