There were too many trees in the Forest

I woke up to something rather unusual this morning....... sunshine, that's bloody what. After weeks of grey cloud and rain, it was fabulous to finally get my share of the big warm yellow thing that normally hangs around in Australia and California. I immediately hatched up a plan. It involved being outdoors and playing with gadgets, so it was almost as good as a 'Hot and Spicy' pizza from Dominos. Yep, I decided I was going to take my new Canon S95 to nearby Bernwood Forest to play with the settings. ...more

I do not know what that setting is either, but I like it!

~Denise
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Me (the great unwashed) was invited to a stately home

In the olden days in rural England, communities used to be structured around the land-owning Lord of the Manor. The Lord would spend his silk-attired days gnawing through slabs of venison, boffing virgins and hunting, whilst the sackcloth-clad peasants from the village worked on his land and existed entirely on potatoes (blimey, they must have been a feisty lot, what with all those carbs and all). ...more

There were too many trees in the Forest

I woke up to something rather unusual this morning....... sunshine, that's bloody what. After weeks of grey cloud and rain, it was fabulous to finally get my share of the big warm yellow thing that normally hangs around in Australia and California. I immediately hatched up a plan. It involved being outdoors and playing with gadgets, so it was almost as good as a 'Hot and Spicy' pizza from Dominos. Yep, I decided I was going to take my new Canon S95 to nearby Bernwood Forest to play with the settings. ...more

Tomatoes are more complicated than they look

I think that the slower pace of countryside life must be addling my brain. Either that, or most people who live in the countryside are total mentalists. Take yesterday for example. I paid a visit to the shop in my neighbouring village to buy these: ...more

So how is winter treating you? Send me a picture!

Blimey, today has been a bit busy and I am feeling a little on the tired side. If it was the Victorian times, someone would have probably suggested that I partake in 'smelling salts'. But I didn't do smelling salts because I am stoical like that, and anyway, they would probably smell like toilet blocks. Instead I went outside and took some pictures of the immediate locale. ...more

Blimey Denise, that is a cool slideshow. How do you do that?

P.S. the pics of your yard look ...more

It's all cloak and doggers in Oxfordshire

I was just scanning the newspaper yesterday, when an article caught my eye. It was an article about an area approximately 1 mile from where I live, an area called Shotover Park. Given that the Shotover is a pretty remote and relatively small place, it was impressive that it had made it into the national newspapers. 'Huzzar!' I thought to myself, 'the residents of deepest, darkest Oxfordshire have finally made it, and are now firmly on the map!' ...more

Naughty George gets possessed by a witch..... probably

It's like the Blair Witch Project over here in Oxford. Izzy and I were minding our own business, taking Naughty George for a drag in Shotover Park, when we encountered this........ ...more

I could have been killed dead the other day

Crikey o'reilly, I am bloody knackered. Every muscle in my body is aching after an epic mountain-bike ride the day before yesterday. The day started innocuously enough. The sun was out even though the temperature was freezing, so it was a archetypal crisp and bright winter's day. 'Goddamit, we don't get much sun in this third world country,' I thought to myself, 'so I am bally well going to make the most of it!' So with steely determination, my chum and I set off for Otmoor Nature Reserve which was three villages (and 3 miles) hence from Forest Hill. ...more

Scandal in Forest Hill

Who says that living in the countryside isn't a thrill a minute? Take today for instance. A random thing happened that rivalled the heady heights normally associated with living the fast life in London (well nearly). There was a scandal in Forest Hill! I was driving home from the supermarket and I turned into the road that led to Forest Hill (the village where I live). And, to my utmost horror, I noticed that some rapscallion had vandalised the village sign so that it read 'Honest Pills'. Someone needed a bloody good cuff around the ear.  ...more

Stop freaking me out kiddo!

Have you ever seen that Sherlock Holmes' film, The Hound of the Baskervilles? You know the one; where Sherlock spends his whole time chasing a herd of dogs over misty fields and moorland because they have alledgedly (even mutts are inncoent until proven guilty) mauled a few hapless victims to death (they were probably dressed provocatively anyway). ...more