On 11 August 2021 I’d walked across Riverside park to check out the repairs to Woodmill, then I’d carried on to the flower Roads to find the houses where my grandparents and Commando’s had once lived. Now I wanted to explore Daisy Dip, the ribbon of parkland in the valley between the houses. The park is split in two by Lobelia road and it was the west side I was interested in because I planned to feature it in the book I was writing.
Continue reading Exploring Daisy Dip
12 October 2016
When my street view hunting turned up what looked very much like another boundary stone, albeit half hidden behind a wheelie bin, CJ and I were itching to go and see it for real.
“It might not actually be a stone,” I said as we set out along the river this morning. “We shouldn’t count our chickens before they’re hatched.”
Even so, there was a thrill of anticipation in both of us, if it was a stone, it was one that no one else had found. It felt like a very big thing and we couldn’t help getting excited. Continue reading Counting chickens
3 March 2016
Today I decided to attempt the ill fated boundary stone hunt again. It wasn’t actually raining, although the sky was overcast and very slightly threatening. For extra luck I dragged CJ along. He has keener eyes for boundary stones. To be honest it didn’t take much dragging but I didn’t actually tell him how long the walk was going to be or it might have been a different story. Continue reading Two stones for the price of one…maybe
2 March 2016
March started with torrential rain. Today was supposed to be the driest day of the week so I thought I’d head to Portswood for my newspaper and then on towards the Sports Centre for a bit more boundary stone hunting. Typically, I’d hardly left the house when the rain began to come down. It was icy cold and wind buffeted it behind my glasses so my eyelashes sparkled with droplets at with every blink. Briefly I thought about turning back but talked myself out of it. Surely it was just a very heavy shower? Continue reading Odd things in odd places