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Saturday 22 October 2016



Has something bright or reflective caught your eye in the moment? Share a photo of something you were able to explore a bit!






Gerry A/C 2016©

October 22, 2016 Posted by | Artistic., Feelings an Attitudes, Ghostly, Humourous, Interest, Music, New Forest, Personal, Poetry, Space, Uncategorized | 10 Comments

Walk About the Forest.

Tuesday 18th October 2016.


When we first set out, mid morning, the sun was shining, but it was not long before the rain started, not just any old rain. It was heavy rain, pouring and beating my poor old car and making my vision very difficult. Later during our walk after a short break it rained again but our perseverance proved worthwhile. The sun came out and spread its warmth and made the walk and day very enjoyable. Hope you enjoy it as well.


The entrance to the beauty.



This is a sad moment, some child’s lost toy waiting to be found. It was actually quite an emotive vision. The poor teddy bear was wet and bedraggled.


Information board with a difference.


Although I like this picture it does not do the actual real live sight justice. But I have the memory.


The Giant Sequoia


This little thrush did not want to fly, he happily hopped about the ground. with his friend ‘robin redbreast’ following him closely.


If one looks closely , the rain can be seen through the trees. My camera is not that good.



During the walk we got caught in the rain. This is my attempt at capturing water drops.


Beautiful reds, unfortunately we did not see much change in the expected autumn colours.



More tall trees. Beautiful sight.


Forest maintenance?


Whilst walking through the forest this vision of branches leaning against the large trees was a common sight. Have yet to find out why and what is the reason for it. I have my ideas.


Standing on a hill looking across this large building could be seen, I intend to find it on my next visit and discover what it is and what it is used for.



Gerry A/C 2016©

October 18, 2016 Posted by | Artistic., Feelings an Attitudes, Ghostly, Humourous, Interest, Love, New Forest, Personal, Space, Uncategorized | 4 Comments

My Brother.

12th September 2016

A sad period of my life has just reached its climax. With this going on in my life i have been unable to do any posts, but this one I hope will help me. I kept umming and ahhhing about should I or should I not post this but today decided to post. My brother fully deserves more.

My Brother.front-pageBack in 2009 he had a triple heart by-pass. Everything went well and he was allowed out of hospital within a week. Unlike me. But he was also told some other news that he kept to himself and his family. He apparently led a good active life for the next few years, continuing his golfing activities etc. For the next few years all was going well, at least I thought so and as did my other siblings.

When I was in hospital for five weeks my brother and his wife visited me nearly every other day. He spent his time supporting me and encouraging me, ‘I was in the best hands, the staff are really good and know what they are doing. Just a few things often said. All the time he was encouraging me he was living with his own troubles, and at the time apart from his wife no one else seemed to know.

The following few months he had several serious operations, all with varying degrees of success. One minute he was told it was a success and then he experienced a set back. The next two years he suffered many visits to the hospital and encountered many ups and downs. Every piece of good news was followed shortly by bad. His emotional state of mind must have been very mixed and messed up. He spoke to my sister and burst into tears on occasions. He always showed a strong face and had a smile on his face but beneath it all he was suffering. No matter who he talked to he would always suffer, kind words may have helped but they did not stop the pain.

I and my sister visited him at the Oakhaven hospice in Lymington and he was so upbeat and had visions of getting home and then going on holiday to his favourite place with his favourite people, his wife and family. While we were talking to him he told us that when he was drifting one night our mother appeared to him and pulled him back to the world of life telling him it was not his time. This vision of her lifted him greatly which eventually gave him strength and was allowed to go home.

I had a dream, my brother appeared all well and healthy. I ask him if everything had been cleared, he smiled and urged me to follow. I did for a little way when I woke up feeling good for him and within myself. Later the same day I received a text message, it was my brother saying he was going home. I replied saying how great the news was and that I would visit later once he settled. However this good news turned sour, within twenty four hours he took a bad turn and was quickly rushed back to the hospice where he was look over by the doctor. I am not sure what actually happened for a couple of days, but I do believe he was so weak and ill. At 16.30 on Monday 22nd August 2016 he passed on, and my sister said that his wife noticed just as he was moving over his wife noticed his eyes open wide and brief smile appeared on his face and his mouth moved as if to say something. We believe there are two things that he might have said or witnessed. He might have known his time was up and he saw the other side and said farewell to his wife. Or, my personal opinion is, mother appeared and led him away, he smiled and muttered ‘Mum’.

Apparently it was not the cancer that actually killed him it was his heart, after years of stress it finally gave up.

My Brother.

The path of life, this earth we walk.

Many journeys travelled, memories ready to please,

Sitting by the fire at night you would talk.

Remembered by your family trying to release.


Today everyone said farewell.

Remembering your life and love.

We all have different tales to tell.

Tears and emotions from high above.


Looking down, another angel cries,

Waiting to meet you even though too soon.

Helping hands will give you more highs,

The brightest star next to the moon.


Watching over your family sharing their fears,

Keeping a watchful eye on them all.

Help to ease their loss and their tears,

Forever in their hearts and standing tall.


Our final memory with be the smiles you had,

Everyone was happy when you stood near.

Many faces looking on not one is sad.

We all love you bro’ always in our hearts so dear.


Gerry Ainger/Cobb 12th September 2016.©


September 12, 2016 Posted by | Artistic., Feelings an Attitudes, Ghostly, Humourous, Interest, Love, Music, New Forest, News, Personal, Poetry, Space | 28 Comments

Sneak the Spider

August 10th 2016 Wednesday


Restawyle21Sneak the Spider.

“C’mon Holly we should turn back.”

“Not yet, we are nearly there. I’m sure it is not far.” Holly kept moving forward.

“You know we should not be here….. I don’t want get lost.” Robin said as he made a grab for Holly’s hand. She pulled away from him, and hurried around the bend. Robin stopped, he was scared, he had never come this deep into the wood. He was trembling, it was now he thought about going back. His mother would punish him if she finds out he has come into the wood. Both he and Holly have been told many times never to enter the wood and go past the large oak.

“I told you it was here, Robin! where are you?” Holly shouted looking about and not seeing Robin.

Robin heard her voice and ran towards her, around the bend he saw her in the middle of the track looking into the wood. He reached her and looked the way she was staring and became as entranced as Holly.

“Wow! that is big.” he whispered to Holly.

“But isn’t it beautiful? All those colours.”

They both took a step forward towards the edge of the wood.

When from above the largest spider ever floated down from the branches of the tree. It halted eye level in front of the children, its mouth moving but nothing could be heard. The spider was as big as Holly and Robin, all black and hairy with legs everywhere.

“Hello little people, do you like playing games? I have many games we can play.” the spider said in a voice that sounded like air leaking from a balloon. Holly and Robin squeezed each others hand, “I haven’t had company for sooooo… long.” the spider wheezed.

“I don’t trust you spider, you trying to trick us because we are children.” said Holly nervously.

“I don’t trick children, I am lonely, and have many games.”

“Okay then tell us your name, I suppose you do have a name?” Robin blurted out unexpectedly. The spider hurried up into the tree on his rope size web. Both children looked at each other slightly puzzled, then moved another step closer the giant spider web that was weaved between to large pine trees with the straightest trunks they had seen.  The colours of the web glistened in the sun, the rays shooting through the trees creating a magical look. Holly reached out to touch the web, “no, Holly don’t touch it you will stick to it. It has a glue on it to capture flies.” Robin said holding Holly from touching it. “My mum said that is how they catch their food.”

The spider glided into view from behind the right tree on which its web was built. Standing in front of the children he looked at them both in turn, “my name is Sneak, I am often called this. What is yours?”

“I am Holly.”

“I am Robin, I am Holly’s best friend.”

“I do not have any friends, would you like to be my friend. Come into my parlour and play a game with me?” Sneak’s breath blowing Holly’s long hair to one side. Holly could smell bad breath, breath smelling like a waste bin.

The web started to spin from the centre, spiralling outwards, slowly getting larger. The edges were glowing blue and green with the centre a deep glossy black. Just for a moment Holly and Robin were hypnotised to the vision, the spinning colours capturing them and holding them.

It was the pinching of Holly’s hand made by Robin that pulled them back to the moment.

“You are trying to trick us spider.” shouted Holly.

“No, no little ones, just want to play games.”

“That is what you are doing playing games with us.”

“You are a sneaky old spider.” Robin said giving the spider as much an evil look as an eleven year old can give.

“I cannot see through your web, you have no parlour do you?” Holly asked.

“It is to stop you sticking to my web, and once you step through you will be able to see my parlour. A nice little room with a log fire and home made carpets over the dry earth. There is a nice wooden table with chairs.”

“Okay, Sneak, say we believe you, then you go through first.” suggested Holly.

Before the spider could reply Robin shouted to him, “why can’t we just go round the back, behind the trees.”

“It is magic, this world you are in is magic. You passed the giant oak tree didn’t you. Have you not been told not to go past the giant oak tree. Well now you know why.”

“I think we shall just turn and go back home.” Holly said annoyed with the spider.

“Aah! but you can’t. You are now here for me to play with. If you go through my web you will be safe and we can play games.” the spiders breath was beginning to hiss loudly.

Robin tapped Holly on the shoulder and started to whisper into her ear.

“Must not be rude little people, no whispering.” The children ignored him, Holly smiled and nodded and whispered something in reply, they both finished with a nod.

Robin moved slowly away eyes peering to the ground looking for something.

“Okay Sneak, we have talked and will play games with you, but you have to go through your web first to show us the way. We are scared little children who are lost, and believe you to be our friend as we do you.” Holly said quietly. Robin returned from his search and again whispered into Holly’s ear.

“If you little people are ready then follow me, but be careful not touch the edges.” Sneak moved slowly to his web, the spinning colours getting brighter, and the hole had become large enough for the children to climb through. They moved towards the web and waited for the spider to proceed through the hole. Both children noticed that Sneak was also being very careful not to touch the edge. Slowly he moved, lifting each leg carefully making sure he was safe before moving on. He kept moving delicately and when almost half way through Holly looked at Robin. “Now, throw them.” Holly said to Robin

Robin then threw several sticks and a couple of large stones at the web. He gave some to Holly who also threw them at the web. With each stone or stick hitting the web, the vibrations made the web react. The spinning stopped, the colours turned dark, and the hole started to close. Closing quickly and trapping the spider.

“It worked.” shouted Robin.

The children heard a loud hissing of anger as the spider realised he had been tricked. The trickster had been tricked.

“Run, Robin quick lets get away.” shouted Holly as she grabbed his hand and ran off back along the path whence they had come.

“Holly, Holly wake up, you’ll be late for school.”

“Oh mum he was horrible and nasty, all I wanted was to be his friend.”

“You passed the giant oak didn’t you?” Holly nodded, “well I will tell you a story when I was your age one day, now come on get up breakfast is on the table.

Gerry A/C January 28th 2016©


August 10, 2016 Posted by | Artistic., Feelings an Attitudes, Ghostly, Humourous, Interest, Love, Music, New Forest, News, Personal, Poetry, Space, Uncategorized | 12 Comments

Phrases, What a load of Rubbish.

Wednesday June 1st 2016

During the recent times, I watch films or programs on television. No matter who makes them, British, American or Canadian, I am not biased. I unfortunately have become critical about the scripts, or the scenes. My main beef is with our own local [British] soaps, but all are at my mercy. No holds barred. I smile as I say so. The big time director/writer. It is the silly inappropriate, unfitting phrases/comments in the dialogue that seem to be put in because they could not think of anything else or it is trendy.

It’s complicated. [I didn’t realise there is actually a film with this title]

complicated :


Having many connected parts: composed of many interrelated parts or features. Or the other person it is being said to is not very clever, very dim, thick, not as intelligent as the person saying these words. Yeh okay!



You wouldn’t understand.


Amazing! – over used and always exaggerated.

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amazing : causing amazement: so extraordinary or wonderful as to be barely believable or to cause extreme surprise.



You don’t wanna know. – I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know????


You know what I mean!- No, I am so much denser than you, I have no idea….

Awesome. – Up there with Amazing, as one of the most over used and out of context words.


No question about it.– most times I have heard this made no sense at all. There was never a a question in the first place, and not likely to be.


Trust me, – or similar ie: Trust me I’m a …..???  do you trust me, I trust you do you trust me, you have to trust me. my answer WHY? there is another saying – never trust anyone who says trust me.







Gerry A/C 2016.

June 1, 2016 Posted by | Artistic., Feelings an Attitudes, Ghostly, Humourous, Interest, Love, Music, New Forest, News, Personal, Poetry, Space, Uncategorized | 26 Comments


Friday 29th April 2016


Here in the UK it is May bank holiday weekend. Just hoping this music will make everyones weekend just a little bit better including mine. Have a great one.

This last video with David Massengill he played at the folk club I often visit and met him, not only is he a talented man he is very kind and generous one as well.


See you again soon. Gerry.

April 29, 2016 Posted by | Artistic., Feelings an Attitudes, Ghostly, Humourous, Interest, Love, Music, New Forest, News, Personal, Poetry, Space, Uncategorized | 13 Comments

WPC -Abstract +Campnanowrimo.

Friday 22nd April 2016.


This week, turn the concrete and familiar into something new and mysterious.




And Finally, yes done once again, the story is not completed so am carrying on with project.

April 16 winner

The story still looks to be a long way from ending. I Think!

Gerry Ainger/C 2016©

Restawyle – Rest Relax and Enjoy.

April 22, 2016 Posted by | Artistic., Feelings an Attitudes, Ghostly, Humourous, Interest, Love, Music, New Forest, News, Personal, Poetry, Space, Uncategorized | 26 Comments

WPC – Half Light

Saturday 26th March 2016.


Share a photo inspired by a poem, verse, song lyric or story.

Unlike me of recent times I am posting three in five days. What-ever next!


GA/C © 2016



Gerry Ainger/C 2016

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March 26, 2016 Posted by | Artistic., Feelings an Attitudes, Ghostly, Humourous, Interest, Love, Music, New Forest, News, Personal, Poetry, Space, Uncategorized | 10 Comments

Happy Easter to All.

Good Friday 25th March 2016.

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March 25, 2016 Posted by | Artistic., Feelings an Attitudes, Humourous, Interest, Love, Music, News, Personal, Poetry, Space, Uncategorized | 16 Comments

Lymington-Keyhaven walk.

Monday 21st March 2016       This post was suggested by the master of walking posts Jo of restlesjo fame.



The bandstand opposite the yacht club.


The small pond with an island, in need of attention.


Off we go. today is sunny with a chill in the air, remember we are by the sea. Occassionally the warmth could be felt on our backs



Wavy walls. (Crinkum [or Crinkle] Crankum). Have done a post about these rare walls.


A small view of the expanding haven.


Amid the masts you can see the Isle of Wight Ferry.


The yacht haven, millions of pounds here, not just boats but cars as well





Winter look of the old Lido.


I used to come here when in my junior years of school. Still never learnt to swim. Still do not like water. Getting into it that is. Although did make a resolution this year to learn to swim, yeh right!




The Lymington Lido.

Now called Lymington

Sea Water Baths.






The walk we intend doing later in the spring summer. but today it was just the orange part approx 3miles plus what we did getting here.


View of the conservation area. With yachts in the distance.


One of the bays, path leads on to Keyhaven approx 5km.


Marshbanks in the distance. There were many birds visible but photo doesn’t show them.


Another view, further along the sea path, of the bay which leads to Keyhaven.








Bird conservation with ferry in the far distance.




Marsh banks and bay.



Another view of the bird conservation







Conservation Area.





What kind of goose?


See, I told you it was a bird conservation area



High street, heading back to car.


Finally through the church yard to car park.


RestawyleGerry A/C 2016

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March 21, 2016 Posted by | Artistic., Feelings an Attitudes, Ghostly, Humourous, Interest, Love, Music, New Forest, News, Personal, Poetry, Space, Uncategorized | 14 Comments

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