Monday 21st March 2016
http://restlessjo.me/ This post was suggested by the master of walking posts Jo of restlesjo fame.
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
The yacht haven, millions of pounds here, not just boats but cars as well
The Lymington Lido.
Now called Lymington
Sea Water Baths.
Marsh banks and bay.
The final part at last I hhear one say..
Monday 14th March 2016
FROM THE PORCH…Just in time, my afternoon stroll was very invigorating. The sun was shining and the spring heat could be felt on my back. While I get myself a cup of tea please enjoy the reading of the final part of this story. Very easy and relaxed, no murders or violence of any sort. Enjoy and thanks.
They stood over their parents gravestone looking at and reading the inscription, trying to make sense of the words.
“Do you suppose it is actually our parents grave the scry and words are referring to?” Issy asked unconvinced as to why they were there.
Graham was kneeling down and looking closely at the head stone, running his fingers over it. “Considering the age of the stone it still looks brand new, after fifteen years I would expect a bit more dirt and grime.”…
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Wednesday 2nd March 2016.
Are you all ready for the second part of the Magic Violin? The porch is now empty, the guitar is safely inside and the outside light is now off plunging the porch into moonlight. The chill of the night closing in and if the weather forecaster is right then I shall wake to frosty morning. ENJOY!
In the shop, an antique plus bric-a-brac shop, Angela and Isobel sat in the back room chatting.
“But sis’ I really thought it was in the cafe, I had been nowhere other than there. You see Issy, I left home with it, as you know we planned to lock it in the shop safe. I did my usual, stopped off at the cafe ordered a coffee and drank it and left. All this took no longer than fifteen minutes.”
“Don’t worry Angie we’ll find it, Graham…
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Monday 22nd February 2016
Today my porch is dry, the weather is bright with a slight breeze sweeping from my left. My tea-cup is empty and will refill when I have told you todays story. Please enjoy this repeat to which I never posted the 3rd and final part. So part 1 of 3 is below just to refresh everyone’s mind. ENJOY!
Isobel came running in, slamming the front door and then falling over the carpet and shouting ‘ouch’ as she hit the floor. On her knees and leaning forward on her hands, she looked up at Graham, who had rushed to her aid, “Angela has lost the violin, the one mother gave us.”
“Tell me you are joking, I mean she has just mislaid it in the shop!” Graham said frustrated while Isobel took his hand and he pulled her up to her feet. Isobel…
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Pop over to the Porch and enjoy some short stories..Thanks 🙂
Monday 8th February 2016.
Another windy day on the porch. Just thankful the storm has past because last night we experienced high winds, thunder and lightning. But today the sun is poking his head out once in a while. What rain falls is being blown over very quickly. As I watch the water streaming down the road I remember a story. Below is my recollection please enjoy… ‘The Ferret’
For attention: Head of Animal Police,
The other day, two days previous to this letter, I came upon a situation I think you should be made aware of.
Down by the stream I was witness to a ferret a rabbit and an otter, all three sitting on the river bank, what looked at first as if they were sunbathing, enjoy and relaxing in the sun. I would go as far as to say they were even talking to…
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Yes it is a reblog, how unusual..please visit…
Friday 15th January 2016.
Think Before You Leap.
I sometimes wonder by returning home,
Is it the right thing to do.
Yes I do still call it home
It is not the same which is quite true.
The village life is still within
But the people are no longer, gone.
Gone maybe, closely related more akin,
We are still singing the same ole’ song.
Thinking of now, living the moment,
Today not tomorrow or yesterday.
Everything one does is heaven sent.
Slogging through life, no way!
Ambling through the water-splash,
Strolling over the rickety old bridge.
Walking the grassy country footpath
Standing, staring out from the rivers edge.
The sun shines brightly on my apple tree,
The fruit is young with colourful blossom.
This tree was the place I wanted to be,
My tree was never far from my home.
No longer there, finally lived…
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Monday 18th January 2016
Friday 8th January 2016
SITTING on the PORCH 2
stories are here again.
I have been away for a long time but now I have new batteries and my lights are bright. There will be poetry mixed with short and long stories that are brewing nicely in my head, eagerly awaiting to be read by you. Some good and some, at the moment not so good. Also some are already written, maybe in need of a little editing. Some you may have read before, if so please be patient and enjoy again.
I haven’t posted on this site for a long time, some may not have missed it, some may have, but for me it has been pure laziness. I have not posted regularly on Restawyle either and as for this site and my music site ‘Brocks Music Shed’ well I ashamed to say they have been ignored. I especially…
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31st December 2015/1st Jan 2016 Friday.
A big Thank you to you all.
Gerry A/C 2015©