Fence: a freestanding structure designed to restrict or prevent movement across a boundary. It is generally distinguished from a wall by the lightness of its construction.
Path: A Footpath (also pedestrian way, walking trail, nature trail) is a thoroughfare intended for by pedestrians but not by motorized vehicles.
Something the harvester didn’t get.
Harry Potter thought sleeping under the stairs was rough. H sleeps with Ewok on the door mat. At least he’s first to get the post.
Fred Ted helped to cook the dinner
And lit the candle for the table
After dinner Fred Ted went exploring in the garden
and then took us on a moon-lit walk
the next day we wanted to take Fed Tred canoeing on the Thames. But the water was flowing too fast and the health & safety assessment concluded an excursion would be too dangerous for Ted Fred.
Another view of the power station at Didcot.
This from Wittenham clumps at dusk, which I ran up with a head-splitting headache as the sun was sinking fast.
A nice wonder along the river for Ewok and Shadow (friend of Ewok)
Across the field skirting the set aside
through castle meadows
and then back along the river bank
to check out the lock and weir where the gauge was at 12 feet.
Great, thanks, just what I always wanted.
However, I do understand, I mean what is one to do when the link to South Oxfordshire District Council information on the disposal of commercial waste is broken?
Still, at least the link to report fly tipping works.
Coming home from work this was blocking the lane.
Apparently a parcel force driver had decided ours was a quiet spot for a spot of lunch, pulled over into the alluvial mud, and got stuck. Fast.
Some time later, with the van still stuck, two other parcel force vans arrived to pick up the parcels (one of which also managed to get stuck for a while). So if something you were expecting to arrive today didn’t, maybe you now know why.
On the edge of the meadows is a lonely tree. There’s fragments of fencing like this all over the place.
It’s very muddy. Alluvium mud, very sticky.
Here H demonstrates the preferred technique to avoid muddy hands when nearly falling into the river.
The sun was already sinking as we headed up Swyncombe Down
F discovered the “Kingdom of the Moles” on the top
with some super views of the Oxfordshire Countryside
and some super industrial views of nearby Didcot power station.
Aside: Didcot is a tad different from the local electricity generation when we were in Seattle.
Second aside: Didcot might be our local generator, but our leccy comes from GoodEnergy. Recommended.
H ironing a Man-U pillow case!
Don’t let the uncles see…
Leeds drew, much to pablo’s (and our) relief. Pants avoided.
We wrapped up warm and headed out for some needed fresh air as the sun sank,
to watch the moon trees dancing.
The river’s much higher than last October. The sluice gates on the weir are open. Must be all that melted snow coming down.
Or, more accurately, moo-bours.
We’re in the parish (not village) of Brightwell-cum-Sotwell. I guess the boundaries were drawn when travelling on Bridleways was as common as travelling on tarmaced roads since the nearest place by road isn’t Brightwell. We must visit someday.
A muddy, very muddy, ride; but a decent loop via Wittenham Woods and Dorchester-on-Thames.
Harvey and Granddad go to London to get a tour of The Emirates
Harvey under premier league cup
Harvey and Granddad under Fabregas shirt
Arsenal put on music[of the crowd]when we go through the tunnel
Harvey outside Emirates grounds
The south west coast path at Worbarrow Bay.
Tyneham is an evacuated village (population zero in the 2001 census) on the south coast that was initially used for pre D-Day training and then became part of the Lulworth Military Range (MOD).
A perfect place to meet up with M, K, D, F & M on the way back from Devon…
…but best not to loiter by the targets for too long!
Granny teaching us to play shove ha’penny.
Wikipedia tells us that it’s also known as shove halfpenny or shoffe-groat (but what a groat is I don’t know). But then H reminds us that you shouldn’t rely on wikipedia as it’s not authoritative. But then it might be as good as it gets.
Salcombe Hill Cliffs
do I sea a theme emerging here?
Dogs are banned on this beach
but only from the start of May to the end of September.
So we laugh at your sign. Ha Ha Ha Ha.
F explored Sidmouth as pootle
while A sought out the puddles
and F, H & F carved graffiti into the cliff at chit rocks.