Killing Time With A Walk On The Misty Kennet And Avon Canal

Photograph by Mark Hodgson

The power of the sea

Photograph by Mark Hodgson

Photograph by Mark Hodgson

Cliffs near Swanage/Studland, on the way into Poole harbour.

Photograph by Mark Hodgson

Some Girls

Ball of light

Photograph by Mark Hodgson

Foolish Ginger Tart

When Rupert re-hired Rebecca Brooks recently I decided not to buy anything more from his company’s. I don’t think she is particularly bad its just me being pissy but I’m sure she knew of the illegalities of her staff. Anyway Rebecca is not the ginger tart I’m talking of. A few Saturday’s ago we walked from Mudeford along the coast to Highcliffe Castle a lovely house, renovated after a fire in the 70’s. It was a beautiful sunny day. The sun shone through a gap in the trees through to the doorway of the Dorset country house and the view back went out as far as the Needles on the Isle of Wight. On the drive was a vintage car, stretched with an open top at the back, bridal flowers on the parcel shelf. On the house lawns waiters were pouring out champagne. Inside the bride and groom we’re say their vows. The bridal party came out a little later to sip the champagne and take pictures. The bride was a tall plump red head dressed in a very white traditional wedding dress, her groom was a slim chap in tails but no top hat. No matter what we think of marriage after our many years of enduring the foolish institution and I know nothing about the ginger brides virtues, she is not the ginger tart. The foolish ginger tart is the dessert in the Highcliffe castle coffee shop. The tart looked nice but I had the Dorset apple cake instead :)