Magnon's Meanderings

A diverse offering twixt the interesting, the unusual, and the amusing.

Monday, 8 April 2013

Not Jew's Ears, maybe Tittypines, and an absence of Tadpoles.

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At this time of year I go to a particular woodland in search of the elusive Morel mushroom; which I CAN NEVER FIND. However, on my yest...
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Sunday, 7 April 2013

Go on; have a scratch!

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In the days when I was still a 'regular' at my local pub' (back in Blighty), there was nothing I liked better to accompany ...
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Saturday, 6 April 2013

Memories: The House That Father Built.

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Lane End, Lingfield, Surrey. UK. The multi-roofed house in the middle-ish of the above picture is where the young Cro spent much of ...
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Friday, 5 April 2013

Forced Rhubarb.

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This morning I was despairing at the state of Haddock's, when I noticed that the forcing pot over one of my Rhubarb crowns had lift...
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Thursday, 4 April 2013

Grrrrrrrr.

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There was I, off to the shops to buy some simple gardening accessory; a wheelbarrow to be precise (Santa obviously didn't read my l...
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Wednesday, 3 April 2013

Precious things.

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For the past couple of years my grandson, Harvey J, has kept a box of treasures marked 'Preshis thigs' (he was only 3 when he ...
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Tuesday, 2 April 2013

Easter Monday Garden 2013.

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This Clematis Armandii, growing against our pool 'pump house', is always splendid when in flower, but this year it has excelle...
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 50 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live between an ancient cottage in a tiny village in perfectly tranquil French countryside, and a bijou townhouse in Brighton UK. In France we have plenty of fruit trees, all situated amongst a view that takes the breath away, in the UK we have a handkerchief sized patio. We also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching). Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!
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