Friday, 30 March 2007

The View from Old Winchester Hill

The view from the hill over Stocks south towards the coast, in summer after harvest

Aspects of this view appear several times in this Journal, as I grew up here. Click the links for some of them.

Stocks History from the Archive

View from Old Winchester Hill (Country Life)
Views from Old Winchester Hill (Flickr)
Kei running up Old Winchester Hill

Thursday, 29 March 2007

Old Winchester Hill

The iron-age earthworks on Old Winchester Hill are clearly visible on this hazy spring morning.

The view of the hill from the south shows Fauld's new house built where the cottages once stood

1 Corinthians 13

Though I speak with tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not love, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not love, it profiteth me nothing.

Love suffereth long, and is kind; love envieth not; love vaunteth not itself; is not puffed up; doth not behave itself unseemly; seeketh not her own; is not easily provoked; thinketh no evil; rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.

Love never faileth; but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. For we know in part and we prophecy in part. But when that which is perfect is come, that which is in part shall be done away.

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then, face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. And now abideth faith, hope and love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

1 Corinthians 13

Click on the heading to hear the Winchester cathedral organ

Wednesday, 21 March 2007

Drapers' Almshouse Teaparty 2007

Tea for the residents of the Drapers' Almshouses at Drapers Hall. Click on the heading to hear us singing 'Daisy Daisy'

Tuesday, 20 March 2007

The House of the Rising Sun

Photo Jim Goldsmith
Back in 1967 again - driving home from the White Horse in Droxford took exactly 4.5 minutes - the time taken for Eric Burdon to sing The House of the Rising Sun on a primitive battery-powered disc player on the back seat of my car....

Click on the heading for a Google Map of the route - though I actually took Watton Lane to avoid the rozzers...not because I'd been drinking because in those days I only drank coke!

Click on the link below to hear Eric Burdon again...

Thursday, 15 March 2007

Spring in London

London's magnolias spell spring as do the exuberant double petal plums that seem to colour the air around them. But the fallen camellia flowers show that they can flower earlier - some even in winter.

Japan in Spring


The plum blossom comes out about a month before the more famous cherry blosom, but many Japanese prefer its more restrained beauty. This was at Kitano Tenmangu

Tuesday, 13 March 2007


Another favourite place. Click on the heading for the story of the Profumo affair which began here...

Friday, 9 March 2007

Favourite Food

Beautiful Japanese food! I had already eaten the cod (in the yellow bowl) and was starting on the rest. Tofu came later on a brazier, but my favourite tofu skin - 'yuba' - can be seen here bottom right. Delicious!

Tuesday, 6 March 2007

Favourite Music

Thomas Tallis - Spem in Alium

This was one of wolfiewolf's earliest favourites, which he used to play with his brother Piers on an old gramophone. With thanks to a friend, Nigel of the Thomas Tallis Society and to Zenera for showing me where to find this amazing music site

Thursday, 1 March 2007

A Good Year

A favourite film

A similar place - lunch in Sausse

The Snow Country

The first line of this marvellous book is perfect:

'The train came out of the long tunnel into the snow country'.

Yasunari Kawabata