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Showing posts with label Brabantia washing line. Show all posts

Wednesday, 12 March 2014

The scarves are on the line



Once I'd unhooked the clematis and given the line a wipe
I was able to hang out the first washing of the year
and because I have been well-schooled by magazines, blogs
and even cookery books (I'm looking at you Ms Raven)


I knew better than to put out any old uncoordinated laundry.





I washed my scarves and lamented just a little bit
the lack of a shepherd's hut behind the washing line.



and indeed, the lack of a meadow



 and the beautiful Sussex High Weald
behind the shepherd's hut.

Mr Raven, otherwise known as Adam Nicholson
came to give a talk about the Shiant Isles 
(bequeathed to him by his father Nigel Nicholson)
in the Primary school recently.
I met him another time at an Open Day for Perch Hill.
He was taking the money at the gate
They work hard.

I really can't begrudge them.

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

Dripping




A very brief foray out of doors between deluges,
revealed the vigorous and wholly unexpected growth
of this clematis Armandii.


The clothes line is entirely redundant.


This land drain however, is not
and I am eternally grateful to the 19th century builder
who placed it at the bottom of the sloping garden near our house.

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

Product placement




I am in need of a compact new washing line



as it happens.