Rest, Relax and Enjoy

Magic Violin Pt 1

Originally posted on Sitting on the Porch:

Thursday 14th August 2014


On the Porch..

‘The day was warm, sunshine baking the earth. It was mid afternoon when the old lady stopped and asked if I knew the way to a small village in the nearby forest.  Seeing that she was hot and tired I offered her a an iced tea. She took me up on my offer with great thanks, I showed her to a chair next mine that looked out into the nearby wood. While she was sitting she told me that she has not been to village for many years and could not remember her way. She was looking for an Antique/Bric-a-brac shop.  We chatted for a long while and she went into a story from the past.’


Pt 1

Words 766

Isobel came running in, slamming the front door and then falling over the carpet and shouting ‘ouch’ as she hit the floor. On…

View original 739 more words

August 18, 2014 Posted by | Personal | 2 Comments

WPC – Silhouette

Friday 15th August 2014.


This week, experiment with light and capture a silhouette.




Gerry A/C ©


August 15, 2014 Posted by | Artistic., Feelings an Attitudes, Interest, Love, New Forest, Personal, Poetry, Space, Uncategorized | 23 Comments

WPC -Texture.

Friday 8th August 2014


Guest photographer Natalia Maks invites you to find unexpected textures in the world around you.

Disney 08 313



Enjoy and Thank you.

Gerry A/C ©


August 8, 2014 Posted by | Artistic., Feelings an Attitudes, Interest, Love, News, Personal, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , | 20 Comments

Country Girl.

Originally posted on Brocks Music Shed:

Wednesday 23rd July 2014.


2014 signature1



View original

August 2, 2014 Posted by | Personal | 4 Comments

WPC – Zigzag.

Friday 1st August 2014


This week, share a photo that foregoes the straightforward in favor of the twisting and winding.

16 March 2011 (5)


If you got time I suggest listening to this easy going tune, done by very good musicians. Enjoy!

Disney 08 294

Enjoy Thank You

Gerry A/C 2014©




August 1, 2014 Posted by | Artistic., Interest, Music, Personal, Poetry, Space, Uncategorized | 8 Comments

WPC – Summer Lovin’

Saturday 26th July 2014.



Lets go and fly a kite…..


Hang on luv just sortin’….


Up to its highest height.


2014 signature


July 26, 2014 Posted by | Personal | 24 Comments

Bombay Bicycle Club.

Originally posted on Brocks Music Shed:

Tuesday 15th July 2014.


Bombay Bicycle Club are an English indie rock band from Crouch EndLondon, consisting of Jack Steadman (lead vocals, guitar, piano), Jamie MacColl (guitar), Suren de Saram (drums) and Ed Nash (bass). They are guitar-fronted and have experimented with different genres, including folkelectronicaworld music and indie rock. The band were given the opening slot on 2006’s V Festival after winning a competition. They subsequently released two EPs and their debut single “Evening/Morning“. Since then, the band have released four albums including “So Long See You Tomorrow” which topped the album charts in February 2014. The band have toured worldwide as a headlining act, playing North America, Australia, Europe and the Far East.

Gerry aa/C 2014



View original

July 17, 2014 Posted by | Personal | 6 Comments

Porch Stories Pt 9 [Final Part?]

Originally posted on Sitting on the Porch:

Sunday 13th July 2014



Part 9.

Words 924

Gaa/C© May 12th 2014

Excerpt from Pt-8 — As we walked back through the woods the same middle aged woman approached us, “Stay away from them they are none of your business.” and she was gone.

I looked at Mr Wells, “Doesn’t that just make one want to find out more?”

He nodded and we continued to the time machine.

During the next day we hid in the corner of the small house under the invisibility cloak. For a couple of hours nothing unusual happened, Carol went about her normal daily routine. She sat at intervals gathering her breath, or to refresh with a coffee, I thought she looked a little agitated. Always looking about herself, expecting someone to appear or something to happen or both. I thought for a brief moment she could see us or knew we were there, but…

View original 792 more words

July 16, 2014 Posted by | Personal | 4 Comments

Whilst the Gamekeepers Lie Sleeping.[Folk Song]

Sunday 13th July 2014


Gamekeepers good one

Gamekeeper words good one


Gerry a/C 2014

Header Brocks 120


July 13, 2014 Posted by | Ghostly, Humourous, Interest, Music, New Forest, Personal, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

The Ghost Party [Forest Tales Series]

Friday 4th July 2014.


This story has many variations from many countries. the basics remaining the same. My story although it was attached to the Isle of Wight, I could easily have adapted it to a place in my old home village of Brockenhurst. There is at least two places I can think of.

The Ghost Party..

Words 450.

Way back in 1821, George Maurice Bisset, the owner of the most grandest mansions to be seen, in a fit of temper he set fire to it and burnt it to the ground. This was because he did not want his daughter to inherit. This was because she had the temerity to marry a clergyman without her fathers consent. All that was left of the mansion now are two gateposts standing at the end of the long drive.

A hundred years later in the 1920s me as a young man was walking the road enjoying the scene, and making notes for my blogging stories. It was very cold night, and it was getting late. and I thought it time to try to find a room for the night.  As I went I came upon two gateposts with heraldic beasts on top of them. I was so impressed, and, given it being New Years Eve, I wondered if I could a night’s shelter here.

          I walked down the drive, and saw that there were lights ablaze in every window of the mansion, and sounds of gaiety and laughter: there was a great party going on. It was obviously  fancy dress, because the men wore powdered wigs and women were resplendent in their Georgian dresses.

I banged on the front door and on the windows, but could not get any attention. After a period I gave up: but I was half way up the drive when I thought I would go back and try again. As I turned, a black carriage pulled by four black horses came thundering down the drive from the house towards me: I flung myself into a ditch to avoid being trampled beneath the hooves. I was so shaken, bruised and very angry, that I decided not to return.

I later found a room in the village in a small, quaint lodging house. When I was talking to the landlady about my experience, she told me that the house was long gone: it had been knocked down in her great – grannies time.

The next day I decided to go back, and found nothing but an overgrown road with two old gateposts at the entrance. There were no heraldic beasts on the gateposts, no house. All he could see was a field, a tumbledown barn an old orchard, and a tangle of weeds.



July 4, 2014 Posted by | Ghostly, Interest, Music, New Forest, Personal, Uncategorized | 32 Comments


Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 902 other followers

%d bloggers like this: