14 – 17 January 2015
When I woke up on Wednesday morning the headache was still there, which was rather disappointing. The problem is the pills that stop my stomach producing acid so the damaged lining can heal also stop my food being properly absorbed and digested. Amongst other things, this leads to a magnesium deficit, which, in turn, leads to headaches. Continue reading Under a changing sky
21 December 2014
Somehow Christmas has crept up on me when I wasn’t looking. Perhaps this has something to do with losing four days to flu. So Sunday found me with presents to buy and lots of miles to walk if I wanted to make the hundred by the end of the month. It seemed a good idea, then, to combine the two things and walk the five miles to the Swan Centre in Eastleigh. Continue reading Mansbridge, last minute shopping and making up the miles
3 – 7 December 2014
Over the last week the weather has got markedly colder. Hats, gloves and scarves are the order of the day when I set off for work in the morning and, even then, the icy air nips at my fingers and nose as I walk. Down on the river the swans and cygnets huddle by the bank in the mornings seeking what little warmth they can get from the low sun. For the cygnets it’s their first winter and, after such a mild start to the season, they must be wondering what is going on. Continue reading Winter starts to bite
25 November – 3 December 2014
Our Paris adventure was over. Dusk was falling as we left the train and pulled our bags past Paul Day’s huge bronze sculpture, The Meeting Place at St Pancras. We made it to Waterloo with prefect timing, the Southampton train was just about to leave. Outside the dirty train window the English countryside sped past as the sun went down. At one point I spotted a sliver of the Itchen Navigation as we passed through Allbrook. We were home. Continue reading Back to reality
22 – 25 October 2014
There was a definite chill in the air when I set off on Wednesday morning. Not quite a frost but a hairs breadth from it. The sky was bright and clear though so I didn’t mind the walk to work. Vivid autumn leaves were using the blue as a backdrop, something to make me smile as I plodded along. Peering over Cobden Bridge the boatyard was perfectly reflected in the still water making a pretty picture. Continue reading Handbags and glad rags