A337, the highway to hell (or just Lyndhurst)

I imagine there must have been a blue moon someplace as I feel compelled to write a post, but what about? As it happens I recently had the great fortune to drive north through Brockenhurst, through the switchback which is the Lyndhurst one-way system and onward to the M27.

As per normal in the summer there was a sizeable tailback from Lyndhurst, north up the A337 and when I say sizeable, maybe epic might be more appropriate. Epic as in Ben Hur, but with considerably less movement involved.

As I passed by smiling and waving (inside at any rate, I have no desire to induce road-rage in those less

Sheep hordes

Every so often I come across something that reminds me what kind of a place we live in, and makes me glad of it.

We were recently making one of our regular visits to Salisbury Hospital to see the resident Fibromyalgia specialist concerning Wife’s ongoing pain management and touching base on any new or improved ways of doing it. In pre Sat Nav days we would have gone via main roads as we consider being late for an appointment pretty rude. However a few visits ago Eliza our Sat Nav took us via a geographically more direct but somewhat less than main road route and it stuck so we now allow extra

Houdini and the Sunroom

So we finally found out what a sunroom is really for. Simple really, don’t know why we didn’t cotton on sooner! It is of course for hedgehogs or hedgepigs as they are apparently known in the Antipodes. No, me neither, but Lodger who hails from those parts calls the little spiny guys that and being a vet, should really know.

So looking out of the window late yesterday afternoon, Lodger let us know we a have a hedgepig in the garden. At that point I had no idea what that was, but perhaps because of that I decided it was worth a look.

Cue teenie-tiny hedgehog snuffling around looking for food. Now because BBC Wildlife exists we didn’t need a vet to tell us that a. It was too small to survive the winter and b. It shouldn’t have been out at that time in the day. Because Cat is getting on a bit now, she has to have specially prepared food or else we have to be willing to face the consequences. Much like most Old Things. So we had some of this to hand and deposited a small pile in front of said hedgehog. One sniff and a few gobbling sounds later a new pile had to be deposited which was likewise summarily dispatched.

So we now had an