Christmas Party

A great gettogether  at the Potting Shed on Tuesday. Where Debbie read a poem, we all sang a couple of carols, Graham told his local version of the Priest's Nun's Tale and the Potting Shed staff plied us with excellent sausage rolls, cake and coffee.

Jon Brownsey from Londis, Southampton Road Garage,
handing over the collection tin for Pals to John Trim.
Many thanks for the support,

 

Walk from the Potting Shed to Abbotswell and back

 We are back walking, and talking. Discussing every topic under the sun (and the sun was shining brightly).  Topics from Elvis Presley's hips; to caravans vs motor homes and the prospect of having etiquette dogs in restaurants to ensure diners use the appropriate cutlery.

Highcliffe

Today's walk at Highcliffe - in bright sunshine.

Peek-a-boo!

Blashford Lakes

Lichen and moss love the weather.

Pals love the weather

Canada geese and a few swans love this weather.

Checking out the wildlife from the hide.

Blashford Lakes

A lovely Walk at Hengistbury Head and Visit to the Cafe

A good day for kite flying

Can you guess the feet?

A walk with the Pals at Godshill woods

Now Graham was a dunce, when at school,

They caned him and stood him against the wall.

But on he struggled  with his  solitary book.

Now all his blogs  have a Rupert Bear look.

Friar's Cliff today

On the prom with an independent air 

On the lookout

Swimming in the sparkling sea

Lovely breezy, sunny day at the seaside for our walk.  We discussed many things: how to try to stop time appear to be speeding up as you age, holidays with children on the beach, opera, woodlice, languages, architecture, the new building of estates in Fordingbridge and how rowing is a good exercise.  Then back to the Hut where someone had coffee and an ice cream and  and wasn't allowed to forget it!!

Back to the cafe

Coffee and ice cream (for some) in the Hut.

Walk at Godshill Wood and then to the Horse and Groom at Woodgreen

Walk at Hyde with the Pals on 4th June

It was a lovely walk last Tuesday at Hyde with lots of talk about many things. Two parties chose a short or long walk.  There was much laughter.

Talking in the cafe afterwards, for the only time that I can remember since I have been volunteering, the discussion turned to dementia. The two men I was sitting with shared their thoughts on their own varied experiences of the disease and the strategies they used to try to come to terms with it.  Although it was a serious conversation there was much laughter and it was agreed that when possible it helped to try to find humour in the problems the illness  posed.

On other tables in the cafe conversations were not so serious and there was talk of childhood memories, cricket and zips vs fly buttons!