Garden

Hopefully I will find some pictures for this post.

The Home Group study asked "What has been your experience with gardening?"  I, of course, gave a short answer about recent events.  Memories were triggered, though.

The garden at home, when I was a child, was approximately 80 feet long (25 meters).  The house was 'double fronted', so perhaps 30 feet (9 meters) wide.

There were two ways to get to the garden, one from the kitchen put you on the left side, next to the coal bunker (and later the oil fired boiler) and almost in front of the main shed. This shed was painted green, and was build, along with its concrete base by my dad. It was probably 10x12 feet.  The other door, a 'french door, led from the through lounge to the right dis of the garden, near the back gate and almost in front of the bicycle shed.  This was wooden and creosoted, so looked matt-black, it was not built by dad, but was there when we moved in. 

There were steep step from both doors to a concreted patio area, about 5 ft wide.

From the kitchen door a path led past the shed down the garden to the greenhouse at the bottom.  To the left of this path, behind the shed, was the growing area.  to the right, which was most of the garden, was grass (a lawn, which took a lot of work to keep weed-free and short enough to play on). About halfway down, to the left of the path, was a large cooking apple tree, with a much smaller eating apple tree on the right side of the garden.  This was always unhealthy and eventually died.

A small patch of earth each side of the tree was reserved for my sister and I.  The strip nearest the shed was mine, and beyond the tree, my sisters. Our strips of garden went from the path to the neighbour's fence on the left. 

I have little recollection of what we grew, only a plant we called 'golden rain' which grew in clumps near the path, it was a couple of feet tall, with maybe 4 inches of yellow flowers that cascaded downwards to a point.   There were plenty of other plants, and we built a path up the centre, using sea shells from the cockle sheds at Old-Leigh.

I always enjoyed digging in the mud, moving plants around and watering them.  Most of what I grew was successful and I was said to be 'green fingered'. 

The rest of the growing area was for lettuce, beetroot, cabbage, runner beans, possibly potatoes, and other vegetables.  We tried sweet corn one year, but the ants ate it before we could harvest it. 

The plot beyond the tree, in front of the greenhouse was used for the bonfire on Guy Fawkes Night.  All sorts of garden waste was piled there from the end of the harvest season onwards, the ashes were later spread throughout the growing area.

The green house was used for succulents, which was dad's hobby, and tomatoes.

I remember dad repairing the roof, cutting new glass panes, and supporting them with strips of lead, the using putty to seal make the roof water tight.   

There was a barrel behind the green house to catch water from the roof.  This sat next to the wood pile and the brick heap. These were waste materials from various building and demolition efforts.  There had once been an air raid shelter (Anderson Shelter?) where the green shed now stood.

On the right side of the garden, behind the black shed, was a tall privet hedge that reached down to the apple tree and was home to hedgehogs and toads.  Beyond this hedge was a chain link fence that went all the way to the back of the garden, next to it was a narrow flower bed, I remember it had pansies, roses, forget-me-nots and some other flowers.

Opposite the green house was another growing area, I can't remember what was here, except that the wooden fence that marked the back of the property was used to grow sweet peas. Straight down was a gate that led into the woods.

We had an old shop awning that was thrown over a wire attached to the small apple tree at one end and a scaffold pole at the other.  The corners were tied with string and pegged into the grass.  It made a tent for us to play in.   There was also a swing built of  'angle iron' that sat in the middle of the garden past the two apple trees, for many years.

 

 

Google's Blogger picture uploading mess

Google have recently changed the way pictures are uploaded to Blogger. I wonder if this has to do with the policy changes to Google storage, making phone backups part of the free 15Gb. They clearly want people to buy storage. 

Now this is what happens: 

So, then I select the picture by clicking browse, or by dragging and dropping.  The picture appears to upload, but it is never added to the blog.  It is not available in the 'Compose' or 'html' views.

I have tried this on Linux Mint and Ubuntu, using Librewolf, Firefox and Brave.  They are all the same.

Now the smart ones among you will say, "but you HAVE uploaded a picture".  True, to upload pictures now I have to be in a private tab.

So, to use Blogger, I must now:

• Start a Private (or Incognito) tab in my browser. 
• Visit Google.com and sign in.  Because the link to sign in on blogger doesn't always work
• Visit Blogger, where I can create or edit my blog.

It really seems like Google don't want blogger anymore, which I hope is not the case because moving 20 years of blogs is a major effort. 

Felixstowe 24 August 2026

View of the Cliff Gardens

This will be the longest round trip in the Inster.  So I charged the car to 90%.  When we left, it claimed a range of 222 miles.  The journey was relatively uneventful.  Just avoiding a white van speeding round a blind bend using 2/3rds of the road through Ramsden.  Lucky we have a narrow car.  Then there's the usual A12 idiots.

On arrival, we had done 61.8 miles and were down to 60%.  (1% battery = ~2 miles).  The range estimate was 141 making 1% battery = ~2.35 miles.  Quite an overestimate unless the measurement is not linear.

We arrived, and a parking space was waiting for us. The parking is free this far out of town.  The only thing that could spoil our day was the weather - overcast, raining a little on the last mile of the drive, blustery winds and a dropping temperature.  We were in the wrong cloths for the conditions. We walked, feeling the cold, to the first set of toilets, it had been a long drive.  Then not much further on to the Pier, where the large restaurant provided some shelter and lunch.  The Boardwalk Cafe Bar was crowded, and the staff very busy, probably not enough of them.  We found an inside table and ordered drinks and food.  I was told hot drinks would take 10 minutes. We were the victim of overrated coffee machines, that seem designed to make the 'barrister' have a career rather than a job.

In the end it was closer to 20 minutes, and the food arrived very soon afterwards.  The food was adequate, rather than good.  The batter on my fish and chips only partly crispy, the chips only just cooked. 

By the time we left, the clouds had cleared. We walked towards the Old Town.  The promenade is flat (as you'd expect) there are plenty of things along it, and it's wide enough to walk along easily. There were children on the beach and in the water.  There were even a few adults in the water.  The temperature was rising now, so Jo tried a paddle.  We had worked out that the tide was going out, so at the top of the wet sand there was no longer a danger of wet feet.

The ice cream from a little kiosk, where the card machine wouldn't print, setting a theme for the day as the Café's card machine was happily printing blanks.

Much further along the prom ends, and we scaled the stairs to get to the top of the cliff.  It was much warmer now, and I was finally thankful for the hat and the sun cream.    Almost immediately we came to a tea shop and stopped for refreshment.

The decided that walking through the housing wasn't that great, so made our way back to the cliffs, which were much more interesting.

The misleading light - A day trip to Harwich

16 July 2026
Harwich peninsula is on the estuaries of the rivers Stour and Orwell rivers.

Apart from a rant about parking - the car parks just say "pay by app", that is the only option, but which app?  You have to find that yourself, then there's a 10p convenience charge.  On the plus side there are plenty of Public Conveniences, and they are all reasonably clean. The walk we had planned started at Ha'penny pier, but we ended up part way through it, so after a cup of iced latte and a cup of tea, the first thing we saw was this old lighthouse, which came to be known as the misleading light, when the estuary silted up. The plaque says: This high lighthouse together with the low lighthouse on Harwich green was built under the supervision of John Rennie senior in 1818. Now owned by Tendring District Council the high lighthouse was renovated by them in 1975 to commemorate European Architectural Heritage Year. The high lighthouse was built adjacent to the site of an earlier light installed over the town gate in 1665. When the high and low lighthouses were brought into line they acted as leading lights to ships entering Harwich harbour, they were bought by trinity house in 1836 but owing to the silting up of Landguard Point they longer guided the ships safely clear of the shoals and became no known as misleading lights: their use was discontinued in 1863 being replaced by iron lighthouses at Dovercourt.

This bell fascinated me, I tried to get a video with the loud bong.  It seems I'm not patient enough.  The idea seems to be that the bell is rung when the tide reaches a certain level - high tide? I recorded video for a while, a couple of times, each time I walked away it would 'bong'.  Oh, well!

Many of the monuments around Harwich seem to only open at weekends.  The Harwich Redoubt is open Thursday to Sunday.  It appears to be simply something at the end aof a long steep drive.  It is actually an amazing historic monument here is the site https://www.harwich-society.co.uk/maritime-heritage-trail/harwich-redoubt-fort/ We spent a long time looking around.  It's a clever idea, build a fort inside the top of a hill, then the fort is almost invisible from the water.

One of the many amazing views from the redoubt. The cranes in the distance are Felixstowe harbour.  The fort gives protection right across the 2 estuaries.

Walking along the suggested route, we were diverted by works on the cliff.  Many of the paths up the cliff lead nowhere - they are blocked halfway up, or at the top. This is very frustrating, but it bought us to this lovely park area filled with geranium flower beds.  Dad would have loved it.

You'll have to expand the picture to see it.  The tower is at Walton on the Naze.

This model ship was in the reboubt museum rooms, we were getting close to closing time when I spotted it, so there is no context.  I thought it was very clever.

The house of Christopher Jones, master of the Mayflower.  Because coming from Billericay, we always have to follow Mayflower links.1

We finished our day with a cup of tea on Ha'penny pier, where we were supposed to have started it.  Instead, we had started in Claires Coffeeshop, and had lunch in Deli 141, in the Dovercourt part of town. During our walk through that part of the town we had spoken to a man in a bright red turban (Sikh?), who had told us all the places to visit.  He should be a town guide - perhaps he was.

The is so much we didn't do or see.  Next time we must get one of the ferries from the pier, and visit some of the things that were closed.

 

Welcome to the Wakey Races 2: Race around the north - Salisbury, Andover, M25

9 July 2026

The holiday is over, but there is still a day to enjoy, so we decided to travel back via Salisbury and Andover. We arrived in Salisbury late morning, and walked to the Cathedral.  It is a magnificent building, one of the most imposing I've seen.  Inside, we are told that the Cathedral is closing early, and that we can join the last tour, which started about 15 minutes ago. Our guide was, sadly, one of the worst I have ever had.  Far too willing to discuss irrelevancies with a vocal member of the tour, and starting talking as soon as they arrived at the next location, without checking that all members of the tour have arrived.  We may have done better going it alone.

Indeed, we did exactly that, so we got more time to see the Magna Carta.  The Salisbury version is so much clearer than the Lincoln Version. We saw the Lincoln Copy here, but didn't come away with a picture.  Nevertheless, what I said there still applies.  If you live in the Western World, this is one of the most important historical documents. It is protected from direct sunlight; it is dimly lit. Photography is forbidden.  My picture comes from the plaque outside the display chamber. The Cathedral restaurant doesn't close part way through the day, so we enjoyed lunch in the courtyard, undercover and in shade. Then it was on to Andover, less than 20 mile onward, but a pretty drive.  Jo said she had never been there. I said there was nothing much to see.  Now she has been there, and enjoyed some refreshment in a little café that just says 'old English ladies' (Miss Marple) in its style and presentation. Then onwards to the dreaded M25.  We had avoided the 5-mile queue at the tunnel, to sit in slow moving traffic for about 40 minutes and travel less than 2 junctions.  The remains of the caravan, apparently destroyed by a collision with the concrete wall that separates the north and southbound traffic, told us why we had waited so long.  The nutters abounded, overtaking on the inside, weaving through the traffic like their lives depended on it.   When the jam freed, the worst offender was still only 2 cars ahead.  Just as we got going, we were stopped again by a second incident.  For about another 20 minutes.  With less than half a tank of fuel, and the consumption display telling me 2.5 mile per gallon, I was starting to get range anxiety. We stopped at South Mimms for Dinner (a snack really), and arrived home mid-evening.

A lovely holiday.

The Race to Ring, The bells, the bells - Swanage, the Pier, Bandstand and Mill pond

8 July 2026

We started the day with a visit to St Mary's Church, the one just across the road from Millbrook.  The one with the bells in the clock that strike the hour 24 times a day.  The stained glass is lovely.

It is another hot day, so we strolled along the sea front to the pier, where we found a shady spot, outside a restaurant, and sat watching the world go by.  The pier is at one end of the bay, and gives a great view from the cliffs in the distance, to the Grand Hotel, and along the sea front.  I tried to capture it in a video.  This is the third, or fourth attempt.  It was busy, and I had to put up with people passing up and down the pier.  My timing was clearly wrong.

There was an art exhibition at the end of the pier, each of the supports had a carefully laminated photo stapled to it.  All the pictures were of sea creatures in their natural habitats.  I tried taking a picture of the small (unidentified) fish swimming around pier.  What I got looked more like some sort of modern art than a picture of fish. A ferry runs from the pier.  As do a number of short boat trips along the Jurassic Coast.  I'd be interested to know if all the passengers pay the pier entry fee.  Once the ferry was loaded, it left.  We could still hear the announcements as is got to the other side of the bay.  The pier was much quieter after that. We had lunch in the Pier Head restaurant, as recommended by one of the people in the pier kiosk.  The food was very good, but the service was rather slow.  All the young ladies serving seemed pre-occupied with other jobs, one was told to find us a seat by her supervisor.  Even the drinks took a while to arrive.  The restaurant was nearly empty when we arrived, but soon filled up.  Then it was back to the B&B, as the next thing to do would have been too much walking for me.  On the way we had a round of crazy golf at one of the entertainment places built into the cliffs.  It was a rather easy course.  Then I sat in one of the shelters for a bit, while Jo had a paddle.

In the evening we visited the band stage, where the town band were playing.  This is a great traditional British sea side event, and we very much enjoyed it.  I made a list of the tunes I recognised, and the ones that were announced: Great escape theme Thunderbirds From mama Mia   - mama Mia  - SOS   - Winner takes it all  - Dancing queen Instant concert 33 pieces  Mountain country dances 3 tunes Bohemian Rhapsody James Bond  - theme  - Goldfinger  - nobody does it better  - the spy who loved me  - sky fall?  - live and let die Marches from silver screen ?  Elephant march Jungle Book Star Trek TNG theme Star Wars West Side story film - America - there a plaice for us Oliver - Food glorious food - where is he - consider yourself - I'd do anything Don't stop me now Encore: Singing in the rain

On the way back, I noticed that the sign said: St Mary's Church ¼ mile Mill Pond ¼ mile  It must be near the church, but we hadn't seen it.  Near the church the sign became vague, so with the help of Google Maps, we finally discovered it. A beautiful mill pond, in the middle of housing, the peace only interrupted by the church bells (the ringers were practising, I assume).

Race to the bottom - Swanage Railway, Ball clay Mine, & Corfe Castle

7 July 2026

Millbank B&B We are on the second floor.  It is very warm, the overnight low above 20C.  The windows are open.  Around dawn civil war breaks out in the gull community.  There is a lot of shouting, followed by a lot more shouting.  Eventually the church clock over the road strikes 5, and I go back to sleep for a little while. At Millbrook, breakfast is ordered by underlining items on a laminated menu and putting it in a box the night before.  I singularly failed at this, missing a tomato today, and toast on the last day.   Today we are travelling on the Swanage Railway, the plan is to travel to Nordon, the furthest stop on the line. From there visit the clay mining museum, then travel one stop back to Corfe Castle, look around the castle, and finally return on the train to Swanage. The plan was executed flawlessly.

The Engine 34072 looks capable of so much more than chugging up and down a short heritage railway. I wanted to see it on a main line, where it can really 'let rip' and properly show its power. We barely saw any smoke at all.

Here's a little of what the website says about it.  Here is the Wiki Entry for the class

Ball Clay has been taken from mines in the area for thousands of years.  It is a very useful clay for certain types of ceramics - particularly porcelain and insulators.  The picture shows the railway down which the clay was taken to be shipped to its destination.  The tunnel was moved and re-built here specifically for the museum.  Going down the walkway required care.  Ball Clay mining continues in the area, but now open cast mining is used to get the clay from the ground.  The guy protecting the entrance was past mid-talk when we arrived, so we caught a little of what he was saying, but missed much more.  His colleague who we met at the end was on his first day, and making too much of an effort to engage people.  He seemed a little awkward, but I'm sure he'll get it soon enough.

We caught the next train to Corfe Castle. (Also the name of the town.) The Greyhound Pub had been recommended by the guy asking for donations at the entrance to the museum, it proved a good place to eat.  The service was fast, and the food was good.  The castle is an imposing ruin.  Captured by treachery during the civil war, it was destroyed by the parliamentary sappers, who knew just where to put the charges to do the most damage.   The castle had been precariously mounted on top of the hill in the time of King John and the weight of it had caused the hill to deform, requiring a re-work of the building plans to prevent the walls from breaking.  I had a brief chat with the workers who were removing plant life from the crevices and re-filling with mortar.  The intention being to protect the monument from the ravages of the coming winter.  Then there was the long, slow, walk down the hill.

A view of Corfe Castle, from Corfe Castle.

The model village, built in the 1960s, it has the castle modelled in all its original glory.  The modelling is impressive and well imagined, compare what you see there, with views from the castle. We also visited the church, which is quite large for the size of the town.

Sorry about the shaky start, here is the 34072 entering Corfe Castle Station in reverse.

A very good day out in the heat.  We returned to the B&B via the co-op, where we bought salad and fruit.  So, dinner was in our room, quite late in the evening as we tried to cool down before bed.

Slow race to Swanage

We last visited Swanage in 2014. Before we can go there, we have to leave Weston.  That is a relatively simple process, so although we were up a little early, we are easily out on time.

We went to Bridport, for a coffee break, and to split the journey, as we can't get in until 4pm.  Almost immediately we found a shop selling cheese - it's one of our great skills!.  We already have too much cheese left over from our previous stay, and nowhere to store it now in the hot weather.  So, buying more was not an option.  "The Cherry Tree" has everything available for tasting, and the proprietor, who said "We've only been open since Wednesday" rather too often, also maintained that his shop is unique. We wish him great success, we bought some chutney to help him along.  The High Street in Bridport has a good collection of shops, and plenty of charity shops too.  We stopped in Coffee #1 for refreshment, and then moved on. We then travelled the few minutes to West Bay.  We enjoyed walking on the stones and eating our sandwiches on a seat overlooking the harbour.

There is a toy shop in Bridport, with a working fairground "Big Wheel".  It is made of Connex, a toy that the children (and I) loved many years ago, although we didn't have enough for something like this.

We arrived in Swanage just a few minutes too early after being delayed by multiple sets of traffic lights for road works on the way.  Those minutes were soon lost trying to find a parking space.  The B&B has 6 spaces, although none of them are really big enough for the Sharan.  We found a space on the road, but as we were about to go to the guest house, another, closer one became available, so I moved the car for a second time - and that is where it stayed for the few days we were there.

West Bay beach looking west

 

Racing to Park - Holy Communion at St. Andrew's Colyton

Sunday Worship took us back to St Andrew's Colyton.
The service began at 9:30, so we were up unusually early.  This was partly due to doubts about parking space, the town is one long stream of parked cars on the edge of the narrow roads.  There is a car park, and it is free on Sundays.

The service itself was rather more traditional than we are used to.  A sung Eucharist, with 4 readings, and 4 hymns.  It's always nice to worship with the locals.  There were several special things happening.  Their celebration of 150 years of M.U.  They had guest bell ringers giving them eight bells and were preparing for the Icon project.

 

Listen to the peel in the video.

Afterwards we spoke to a few people.  They are fortunate to have a number of retired clergy helping out. 

 

We had lunch in The Kingfisher - as recommended by a member of the congregation.  It was very good.

Then back to watch the F1 British Grande Prix, which had a disappointing ending.
 

Downhill Racing - Bransecombe and Sidmouth

The Old Bakery

We drove down the narrow lanes to Branscome, following the 899 bus.  The service runs 3 times a day and connects all the pretty villages on this part of the Devon Coast.  The top car park was tiny and full, so we proceeded to the beach car park. There was plenty of room, and another different type of payment.  This is "pay on exit", which is really better.

The old parts of the village are well spaced out and run by the National Trust.  Long time readers will know that my expectations at National Trust places are rarely met.  That was the case here too.  The Forge is just a shop with a small display.  The Old Bakery is just a shop.  The mill is on bypass and not running.  Although each place is lovely to see, they could do so much more.

We first walked to The Forge, then across the road and a bit further along, the Old Bakery, where we had a light lunch.  Then onto the Church and the Mill.

Bransecombe church is another one with an octogon on top.  The church was open, but not the tower, so we took a look inside.  Not so much stain glass, but a nice church.

The long walk back down hill took its toll, and I was limping a little by the time we returned to the car. 

 

 

 

Then we drove to Sidmouth and walked along the sea front.  A lovely place, with many people enjoying the warm weather.  There was another downhill 'run' from the Manor Road car park to the sea front,  In the late afternoon we are between lunch and dinner.  Most of the cafés are shut, and the evening economy is not yet underway, so it was fish & chips again (shame!)

 

 

Out of (with) the blocks - Racing underground - Beer Quarry

Beer is a small village on the south coast of Devon, it is mainly known for the stone that was quarried in the hills above.  The houses in the picture are partly built with the local stone.   The other industry here is fishing; there are still fishing boats on the stony beach.  The village is surrounded by steep hills and has a stream running down the main road (Fore Street).

We arrived in the Car Park a little before lunchtime.  This is Charlie's Yard, where we sat to eat lunch.  While eating we watched the swifts flying in and out, collecting food for their young nesting in the roof.  After lunch, we walked into the village.  St Michael's church is huge, and a mixture of traditional (the bibles) and modern (the children's work and use of the space).

Leaving the car park was difficult, we were parked on a steep hill, pointing downwards.  The spaces are made for 1960s cars.  The Sharan refused to go backwards.  I ended up using left foot braking to control the car, to get enough revs to move and not collide with the car behind.  Then up to the quarry. We changed into walking boots and put a coat on.  The temperature in the quarry varies between 7 and 10 Celsius.   Today it is a little over 8.  The guide was brilliant.  Telling us about the Roman, Saxon and later quarrying techniques, and showing us some of the evidence the various historical characters have left behind.  Guided tours are essential, the quarry covers 40 acres.

Tram racing - The Seaton Tramway

We travelled to Colyton, the 'far end' of the Seaton Tramway, where parking in the small car park is free.  Colyton is an original Victorian Station, and very nicely decorated and maintained.  Trams run every 20 minutes, so no racing was required (or allowed).  We were soon upstairs and underway.  The line is 120 Volt DC (don't touch it, but if you do, you'll probably survive), it is backed up by lead-acid batteries that are trickle charged from the mains.  The idea being that in a power cut there is enough juice to get the tram back to base.

The view from the upper story of the tram is amazing.  The line is single track with passing places and is managed with tokens, just like the old Victorian train line would be.  The trams were migrated from Eastbourne in 1970, some adjustments were made for the railway gauge.

On the top of the tram looking
backwards past the pick-up arm 

We had lunch in a small café in the front of a furniture store - the Finishing Touch Coffee Shop.  The view was awful, by the time we were ready to go the dust cart was still obscuring the view of the run-down buildings opposite.  On the upside the soup was very good, and very reasonably priced. 

We walk on into Seaton and visited the Sea Front and the very stony beach. We turned right, walking towards the Chine, but didn't get far enough.  That was because we spent our time visiting the water, sliding down the stones is not so easy as it once was.  Jo must have her paddle, then we climbed backup.  At the end there is a restaurant, where we bought ice cream.

 

Tram car No. 4

On the way back we travelled in Tram Car No. 4, mainly used for special occasions.  They did not put the lights on for us.  We debated stopping at Seaton Wetlands, but decided to go there by car.  That was a good decision, because when we arrived at the terminal the church bells were ringing, which prompted us to visit the most unusual church.

St Andrews, Colyton

The church bells continued on and off during our visit, which made me wonder if they were being played automatically. We could have gone up the tower, but the warnings put us off.

A Chime Barrel.  All the bells can be played by one ringer.

They have form!  They have turned their bells into a music box once, maybe they have done it again.

Then onto the Seaton Wetlands, where we saw mostly Black Headed Gulls, but also a Curlew in the distance.

Sand Martin Wall, with a Sand Marting arriving,
two blocks from the left.

They have made a sand martin wall, which is now occupied after many years of playing sand martin calls to the open air.   Walking around here some nasty biting insect decided to sample my blood.  It only partially succeeded, and is now an ex-insect.

After the insect incident, we watched a woman feeding a blackbird.  While that was happening the were shouts of "coming through" and "make way", or something similar, as two not quite middle-aged women shot past us on roller skates.  The path is shared use; it has a 5MPH speed limit.  

Perhaps I should have called this post Racing Skates.

Back in Seaton we bought Fish and Chips and sat on a seat behind some beach huts, looking at the sea as best we could.

 Or, perhaps I should have called it Failing to Race to a View.

 

 

 

  

Racing for a butterfly - South Devon Railway

About 1 hour's drive away is the South Devon Railway.  We decided to go for the second train of the day and arrived just as the first was being cleared to leave.  Just a few minutes earlier ...

Nevermind.  The smell of coal burning met us as we exited the car park, I am immediately in steam train mode.  Over the bridge, down the platform almost off the end we went to look in the museum.  Not as I remember when it was the Dart Valley Railway, but they have lost some space to the A38. We then went to look at the workshop and finally along the river path.  On the path we spotted a butterfly, and stopped to try to get a photo.  I can't get close enough.  In the bushes was a Sooty Copper.  No chance of getting a picture, because the running man demanded passage.  Where was he going in such a hurry? The path is now blocked at the A38.  It feels quite unnecessarily closed in, and barred.  For the sake of it, the powers that be are making the world smaller.

The engine for the day was the 1369 saddle tank.  The carriage has ancient 'bouncy' sprung seats, probably with horse hair on top of the springs.  Then the dog people get on. The dogs are fine, the people talk incessantly, ignoring the train altogether, and again our peace is ruined.  I don't want to hear your conversation, just enjoy the ride.

The Dart is a wide shallow river sometimes flowing over largish stones and mud, sometimes bedrock. Every so often there are small 'rapids'.  Ideal for kingfishers, but not today, although the water looks clear and clean.

In Totnes, we walk into town passing at least 3 signs pointing to the town centre all saying 0.9km.  They can't all be true, most likely none of them are.   

On the way up Fore Street, to the High Street we buy ice cream - 2 for £15, seems a lot. In the town square we have a conversation with 2 guys trying to give away Bibles.  I pray they get some customers.  They are from the local Free church.

On the way back to the 3pm departure, we try for a shortcut and almost get lost on an industrial estate. There is just time for tea in the Rare Breeds Centre Café before we must board the train.

On the way back I see a woman in a swimsuit by the bank of the river, which is surely not deep enough to swim in.

Then it back to the cottage, via some diversions for closed roads, to watch the England vs DR Congo.

Race Around the World - Bicton Park Botanical Gardens

Elephant Fountain near the entrance

 The Bicton Botanical Gardens have a selection of trees (mainly) from around the world.  The entrance looks like a large garden centre, but there is so much more.  There is also a formal garden (Italian), and a church on site.  Although this is no longer used, and was locked.

When the gardens were opened, the owners decided to also build a railway as the house had been separated from the estate and is now Bicton College.

We wandered around the gardens, took a trip on the train, then went inside for lunch.  The food was good, my cheese scone was one of the best I had ever had, but it was ridiculously expensive. 

Palm House

The palm house is the most impressive building on site.  Built before Kew Gardens, it is constructed so that the glass panes for part of the supporting structure, and make the dome freestanding.

 
The stream had been dammed to make the lake and various features had been built on its way down the gentle slope.  We got to Fairy Falls, and walked up the steep bank to the hermitage (locked).  We sat on the seats outside to watch the dragon flies hunting over the pond. It was warm in the bright sun, hardly a cloud in the sky, and a gentle breeze.  Lovely, until ... three or four women arrived and sat on the next seat.  I do not want to hear about your health problems, your relationship problems, or those in your family about to give birth.  The moment was ruined.  We moved down to the Japanese pagoda.  Quiet again, this time disturbed by a family taking pictures - at least that's a normal activity.

We finished by re-visiting the American garden and the giant redwoods. Then the rain began.  It was not quite light and we were soon in the car, where the rain stopped pretty quickly.

An excellent day. 

Welcome to the Wakey Races - The race to Weston

We travelled to Weston, a journey of about 4 hours 30 minutes.  Two stops were planned, at about 3 hours away, and about 1.5 hours away.  The standard of driving, particularly on the motorways was appalling, hence the title.  The standard of road management, having appropriate signage on the gantries was also poor.  As we approached Cobham services, the road ahead was beginning to slow.  It's 20 minutes early, but we stop for lunch anyway.  Cobham services was busy, but OK.  When we restarted the journey it took us 5 minutes or so to catch up with the back of the jam.  The second stop was at ??? on the A303.  One of those new type of services, with Starbucks and Greggs laid out like a retail park.  The most expensive tea in the country.  This stop was also early, so we ended up with as third stop, because biology doesn't always work as slowly as you might hope.

We arrived in Weston a little after 17:00.  Immediately, I managed to lock us in the cottage, which is really just two rooms carved off the edge of a big farmhouse. Leaning through the window I unlocked the door from the outside, it hasn't happened again.  The cottage is small, but OK.  However, there have been a few other issues.  The shower mat was covered in mould, there doesn't appear to be any hot water, and one of the towels has dark patches on it.

We drove to Tesco's to get some shopping, about £80 worth, which is much more than I was expecting.  Still, we are set for the next few days. 

Dial Direct Insurance Renewal Review

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M&S has stopped fronting their car insurance.  The handover was smooth, and the renewal quote competitive.  I made two calls to sort things out, both to the same lady, who recognised me and dealt with all my queries.  A bit odd that they don't give an Insurance Certificate until after the insurance has started.

Hadleigh to Leigh-on-sea

We drove to Hadleigh Country Park.  Google Maps directed us further down the Benfleet Road than I remembered going. We ended up having to reverse up a steepish hill on a narrow driveway leading to two or three very large houses.  Then it was back to St. Johns Road, and down Chapel Lane, as I remembered it from our last trip.

It is a beautiful day, with clear views over the Thames Estuary.  The path from the Country Park to the Castle is covered in crushed stone.  We spotted a sparrow with something in its beak.  It looked like a piece of plastic, the sunlight glinting off it. As we watched the sparrow repeatedly bashing whatever it was on the ground, it became clear that it was a dragon fly.  Once it had knocked the wings off, it flew away with its prize, leaving us to examine the remains, a shining lacy wing. 

After about a mile, we arrived at the castle.  Once a trio of mums had decided they were not staying, I was able to take a picture of Southend Pier between the towers.  Last time I did this it was an overcast day.  (https://3cephas.blogspot.com/2022/06/hadleigh-park-and-castle.html)  Hopefully this is a better picture.

Instead of walking down towards the railway, we followed the Saffron Trail.  It runs about halfway up the hill and is a purpose made track, used for walking and cycling.  I'm not sure if it was here last time we came, but it has definitely been here a while as there are shrubs growing through the plastic base.

As we arrived in old Leigh, the tide was coming in.  We had lunch at The Peterboat and wandered through along the high street to the beach, where we turned back.  Now with an ice cream we sat on the sea wall and watched the river.  Then went to look for the cockle sheds.  I can remember it being very open, and running up (or trying to) the piles of cockleshells. I could dive into them too, like a ball pit. Now, it is much more developed and access behind the cockle sheds is much more difficult. The sheds themselves are much more modern with lots of stainless-steal in a bright environment.  It used to be dingy, hot, and smell of fish, none of that now. The boatyard is also now behind a huge fence, where it used to be open and easily accessible.

We decided to get the bus back, as it was due in about 5 minutes.  The driver of the number 26 had other ideas.  Pulling into the wrong stand, he drove straight through, and completely ignored the passengers, all of whom were less than regulars.  

The next one was 35 minutes away, so we waited.  We got off at Homestead Gardens and walked down Chapel Lane.  By now it had started to rain a little.  Once we were in the Hub Café, the rain came down harder.  I left my bag behind, over the back of the chair, so halfway down Rayleigh Road, we had to turn around to retrieve it.  Fortunately it was still there.

Up the path

On Monday the council came to repair the path that leads to the Laindon Road.  Each day, they arrive after the morning school traffic has gone, and leave before the afternoon school traffic arrives.  Meaning the path is never shut for the school children. The markings for the repair appeared weeks ago and were beginning to fade.  All the patches except the last square needed repairing.  The edges are not that well sealed and the repair to the path on Wednesday looks like the tide has in and out over it a few hundred times.

 

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