Hants and Dorset

a couple of images from last night:-

Despite Paul & Tess living in the heart of suburbia this female Pheasant put in an appearance in their back garden before we left for the pub.

At the Horse & Groom at East Ashling, West Sussex, Paul had the lamb shoulder, Tess the Haddock Fishcakes, Ille enjoyed Salmon in white sauce, and I Roast Duck, and very nice it all was.

This morning, after coddled eggs, we left for Christchurch and our friends Hugh and Janet Dampney at Parley Green. En route we made another bid for Goosander at Blashford Lakes, this time with success, A male in company with c2 females were lurking behind the shingle spit, but showed well enough for viewing but not for photography. Greylag Geese, Goldeneye, Black-necked Grebe and both large Woodpeckers were still in attendance but there was nothing else to add to the year list so we pushed on.

male Goosander

female Goosander

A pleasant enough drive through the New Forest, but arriving at Christchurch it seemed the whole population was mobile on their pre Easter drive, with not a car park space to be found. Plan B was to drive back out of town and catch a bus in to the centre, which we did.

The old guildhall, Christchurch, Dorset

Part of the castle ruins close to the Priory, Christchurch

Christchurch Priory

Fan Vaulting & Norman Arches within

A fine example of a 'misericord'. In the days of no seating, these thin lips of wood allowed the older members of the clergy to relieve their 'misery' by resting their backsides on the small seat. In all cathedrals and high churches the carving was individual, and at one time I collected photographs of as many as I could find.

The Rood Screne leading to the Lady Chapel

A Hatchment. A 'coat of arms' placed within the church to mark the rite of a wealthy family, seating would be allocated by rank, just as the Lord intended??

From here we drove to Parley Green arriving at Parley Court about 15-00.

Kingfisher was hoped for, either on the duck pond or on the River Stour, but that was not to be so we set about walking around the farm, finding Pied Wagtail on the way.

Parley Court Manor, the family home of the Dampneys

Outside the picturesque home of Mrs Dampney (Joan) senior.

Janet and Ille at the Parley Equestrian Centre

Putting a 'filly' through her paces.

Ille's first attempt at golf on the Parley Course.

and we were told Tiger Woods is shaking in his boots at the prospect!

Hants & West Sussex Visit

From last night's traditional Beef, Yorkshire Pudding and Thick, Thick Bisto Gravy dinner, from left Paul, Tess, Moi and Ille (for those who have asked it's pronounced E-la).

We continue our stay with dear friends Paul and Terry Lifton in Emsworth, Hants having to make a complete change of plans. To be kind, the weather of late has not been good but this morning it was appalling scotching any ideas of birdwatching on Farlington Marsh and Pagham Lagoon. So, braving the elements, a cold north west wind and persistant rain, we decided on a visit to Chichester and Bosham (West Sussex) plus a look around the village.

Chichester

The old Guildhall built during the reign of King George II (1683 - 1760)

Chichester Cathedral

The Naive & Quire. During this part of the tour I could air my knowledge of the origin of the expression 'the weak to the wall'. As part of the construction on most British cathedrals a stone 'step' was built around the inside perimeter of the building. In those days, seating of any kind was unheard of the congregation en-mass having to stand in the Naive for all services. This was 'all' except for the infirm who would use the 'step' as a seat. Hence 'the weak go to the wall'.

South Transept Window dating from the early 14th century, contains glass from Lorraine. It is also of note that the remains of English composer Gustav Theodore Holst 1874-1934 (The Planets Suite) lie close to and opposite this window.

Part of the Cloister.

Chichester Cross - built by and during the office of Edward Story as Bishop of the City between 1477 and 1503. Little more is known of the origin of the building.

With the rain persisting, we agreed on a visit to the 'West Cornwall Pasty Co' for a coffee and Oggy, where the lady proprietor was interested in my knowledge of this ancient fare. On my first Royal Navy ship HMS Keppel the crew were predominantly from the West Country, with ships comedian 'Lotty' Voss starting up an onboard society aptly named 'The Bodmin Moor Pasty Club'. Probably seeming futile to those who have not spend long, dreary periods at sea, we all gained great strength from this as we would meet each Sunday, not in a religious way, but to sing hymns (and other no so reverent songs) to while away a hour or two. On one occasion, Lotty's mum had sent him a huge Tiddy Oggy through the post, which arrived in many pieces. Distraught that a near relative had ended its days in such a way, he gently reassembled it, built a small coffin then mustered all club members for a Naval burial at sea, with full military honours. Oh what fun we had???? Anyroadup, as we left the cafe, after a good deal of banter with the afore mentioned owner, I volunteered to sing a short snatch of the Oggy Song bringing her to uncontrollable fits of laughter. She then gave me the link to her web-site insisting that I send her the lyrics, which of course I will do. Many will be familiar with the Oggy, Oggy, Oggy, Oi, Oi, Oi refrain of the chorus, and think that it was composed by some rugby fanatic, but let me tell you, you need to look to the West Country and the Royal Navy for the origins!

Bosham only just in West Sussex is noted for the attempts of King Canute to hold back the waves. Believing he was this almighty powerful his servants were charged with taking his throne to the sea-shore at Bosham where he would demonstrate to one and all that at his command the tide would retreat. Henceforth he was known as 'The King who got his Feet Wet'.

Bosham church, built about the time of the Conquest (1066) on the site of an old Saxon church and visited by the Venerable Bede (translator of the Bible into English) in AD681.

Ille beneath the Norman Arch

High Tide at the end of Bosham High Street

and finally:-

The Oggy Song

The unofficial Anthem of the Royal Navy and
the Battle Cry of the Devonport Field Gun Crew
(please, please don't argue with them as they make the average rugby 15 look like Girl Guides)

Half a pound of flour and marg makes lovely clacker (pastry)
Just enough for you and us ah bugger Janner (a West Countryman)
Oh how happy us will be when we gets to the West Country
where the Oggies grow on trees
Gor bugger Janner

You make fast kiss my ass make fast the dingy
We'll make fast kiss my ass make fast the dingy
and we'll all go back to Oggyland
to Oggyland to Oggyland
and we'll all go back to Oggyland
Where they can't tell sugar from tissue paper tissue paper
Marmalade and jam

Oggy, Oggy, Oggy, Oi, Oi, Oi
Oggy, Oi Oggy, Oi
Oggy, Oggy, Oggy, Oi, Oi, Oi

I hope this satisfies the lady in the West Cornwall Pasty Company, and

Long live The Bodmin Moor Pasty Club!

The Jewel in Hampshire's Crown

We set off to visit our friends in Hampshire at 09-30, with our first stop being on Osmington Hill to take a look at the White Horse. The poor condition of the earthwork and the misty/rainy atmosphere made for a less than satisfactory view, but it was a new Dorset sight for Ille and worth taking a photo.

The White Horse at Osmington, Weymouth. The legend goes that a local shepherd wanting to celebrate the arrival of King George III in Weymouth, took it upon himself to climb the hill and etch a chalk depiction of the monarch on horseback. having completed the task, he walk into Weymouth to admire his handy-work only to discover he had the King riding 'OUT' of town rather than 'IN' and in a distraught state when and hung himself.

From there we visited Oakers Wood for Lesser Spotted Woodpecker, and 3 watercress beds in the hope of Green Sandpiper, all without result. So, it was then time to get a species or two on the 'year list' via a visit to Blashford Lakes. This has to be one of the great nature successes in southern England and always guaranteed to produce a diverse selection of birds.

Welcome to Blashford Lakes

England in the Spring

Ille at Blashford

Apart from the stunning early spring scenery, punctuated with Daffodils, Violets and Primroses, there were still plenty of birds taking advantage of the feeders, while on the water there were several species of wildfowl. The additions included, Brambling, Lesser Redpoll, Little Ringed Plover, Red-necked Grebe and Little Gull while c4 Black-necked Grebe, displaying Goldeneye, a male Merlin, plenty of Chiffchaff, solo singing Willow Warbler and Blackcap, c2 Greylag Geese and both Green and Great Spotted Woodpecker.

A selection of common birds at Blashford Lakes today

Brambling, there was a pristine male in attendance but far too quick for me.


Siskin left in company with 2 Lesser Redpoll

Lesser Redpoll

Robin

Greenfinch

Song Thrush

male Chaffinch

female Chaffinch

thought to be a male Little Ringed Plover

thought to be a female Little Ringed Plover

The 'Year List' now stands at 134

Bon Appetit With the Moxom's

Great Spotted Woodpecker

Another quiet bird day in our locale, but Goldfinch and Wren were predominant in the cemetery where Blackbird, Wood Pigeon and Carrion Crow are busying themselves nest building. A / the Great Spotted Woodpecker was still in the area, albeit on the Radipole Reserve today, but there is still hope that they may set up home this side of the bye-pass. In addition to the GSW a Sparrowhawk was hunting over the reed beds, where a lone Swallow and c7 Sand Martin looked likely new arrivals. A couple of Chiffchaff and a single were the only other migrants found, but it is always good value to watch the likes of Moorhen, fanning their white tails, trying to attract the ladies. Arriving at the Westham sluices we were glad to see the underpass as the heavens opened and heavy rain persisted for 20 minutes, then seizing the moment we made a brisk walk for home.

Moorhen

Great Black-backed Gull, 2 adults and a juvenile left.

Ille looking delighted after her look inside the Visitor's Centre.

Having collected a hire car up at 17-00 we were able to pick Nick up and together drive to Don & Liz's house for dinner. Only having taken over the house in the last year their hard and determined work has converted the old village shop into what must be the archetypal Dorset Bed & Breakfast, advert to follow. We sat down to a delicious antipasti, followed by quiche, home grown potatoes, coleslaw and salad. To finish there was creme brulee with Calvados and a fine French Brie plus some great conversation and anecdotes.

Nick & Caroline Tomlinson, left Liz and Don Moxom, Ille, Toby (the white dog) and I've forgotten the name of the black one. I of course am taking the photograph.

Being the only non-dog lover in the company, as is usual this is where Toby spent the full extent of the dinner, right between my feet.

'Dippers' is a large and spacious family home, standing in the picturesque West Dorset village of Uploaders, catering for the Bed & Breakfast trade. With a **** rating it has obviously impressed the inspection team, and this being my first visit I would happily become a customer despite Don & Liz being long standing, firm friends.

With limited facilities, this was the best I could do for a photograph of one of the 3 bedrooms, but go and see for yourself I feel sure you'll be both impressed and well care for!

Contact can be made at Liz and Don Moxom
'Dippers'
42 Uploaders
Bridport
Dorset - DT6 4PE
e-mail: liz@dipperswestdorset.co.uk
Tele: 01308 485504 Mob 07855344121

A Little Short On the Music Scene

The sky was overcast and the wind light this morning with a chorus of bird song coming from the cemetery. Above it all we could hear a Great Spotted Woodpecker very likely prospecting a nest site, or attempting to attract a mate and having bred here in the past there's every chance they will do so again. Grey Squirrels were also active and in good numbers, otherwise it was the usual fare. Over at Radipole the only sign of migration were a few Chiffchaff and a lone Willow Warbler singing, as c3 Common Buzzard soared overhead. The bonus came by way of another, much closer, look at the Alpine Swift which was still flying over the Jubilee Sidings but never close enough for a photograph.

Grey Squirrel

male Teal and Common Snipe

After that we decided to switch to Grockle mode allowing Ille a chance to look around the shops and visit some of the sights of Weymouth. We ended the morning with a pint in The Swan before heading home for lunch.

Ille at the statue of King George III

Ille on KGIII's Bathing Machine

At 19-00 we made our way to No6 on King's Street hoping to catch the back end of Peter Smith's first venture into 'Live Jazz', but were just a little too late. We did however get chance to chat to a few of the musicians before we left for what was advertised as a 19-00 gig by Mockingbird at the Park Hotel, but this had been delayed until 20-30 inspiring us to return home.

and a few more shots from last nights Christmas Party

Ille

The Grandfather

Lee the Senior Grandson