It was a fine morning at Wattlebury. The sun was out, the wind was lively and Mum's washing was bouncing gaily on the line at Wattlebury Cottage.
"What's that noise Gordon?" Mum bustled to our gate and peered over, craning her neck in a Pauly sort of way. Three large Openreach lorries had completely blocked our farm lane.
"Aaah - they must have come to replace that broken pole Gordon!"
A car - a red one from the evidence left on the stump that was once a pole - had taken the corner a tad too fast about six months ago and BT promised to replace the telegraph pole when they had got permission from the Highways people to close Wattlebury Lane off. The wire had been 'temporarily' tied with a piece of string to a nearby tree! So today was the day!
"I won't actually be able to get my car out Gordon - but I expect they will have done the job before it's time to go and get the washing in." Mum assured me.
We expected wrong. Two and a half hours later and the three vehicle crew were still drinking out of their flasks (which must have nearly run dry) waiting for the Highways people.
"I shall have to leave the car here and walk back, Gordon. It is a lovely morning. I will take some pictures for you on my way."
And with that we bade Mum farewell as she meandered and weaved her way into the distance with her trusty camera held aloft. Gordon xxx
"What's that noise Gordon?" Mum bustled to our gate and peered over, craning her neck in a Pauly sort of way. Three large Openreach lorries had completely blocked our farm lane.
"Aaah - they must have come to replace that broken pole Gordon!"
A car - a red one from the evidence left on the stump that was once a pole - had taken the corner a tad too fast about six months ago and BT promised to replace the telegraph pole when they had got permission from the Highways people to close Wattlebury Lane off. The wire had been 'temporarily' tied with a piece of string to a nearby tree! So today was the day!
"I won't actually be able to get my car out Gordon - but I expect they will have done the job before it's time to go and get the washing in." Mum assured me.
We expected wrong. Two and a half hours later and the three vehicle crew were still drinking out of their flasks (which must have nearly run dry) waiting for the Highways people.
"I shall have to leave the car here and walk back, Gordon. It is a lovely morning. I will take some pictures for you on my way."
And with that we bade Mum farewell as she meandered and weaved her way into the distance with her trusty camera held aloft. Gordon xxx
 Through the woods and past the Fungi |  Past the still dry pond after the summer |
 Past Sammy and Curly |  Over the crunchy carpet of acorns |
 Through the damp wood |  Past the Woodpecker's tree |
 Past the big pond |  and across The Meadow -- nearly home! |