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Tuesday, 2 September 2014

Gone in thirty seconds



      Out walking the two Jack Russells and past one of the orchards the two hundred yard manure heap was being spread on the wheat field where the sugar beet crop will be growing next  year.
     The manure is loaded into the muck spreader behind the JCB Fastrac which then sprays a mighty spread of dung that flies out of the back like a thirty yard wide fish tail. About fifteen tons of black gold gone in thirty seconds, well maybe fifty seconds. Two hundred and seventy five tons in just under three hours, that's what you call a movement.
      You wouldn't want to be behind the trailer when that machine is turned on.
      That's what happens when 'it hits the fan.



      

Monday, 1 September 2014

The September one



      A typical bit of wry humour from Pride and Nicholson. The image for September is shooting and the rhyme, or few lines of doggerel, is all about those who enjoy Christmas 'field sports'.
    We thought we'd got the appropriate text and image mixed up but no, there's an offset image in the text of the man in the foreground with his muzzle loader. Strange. Just to confuse things a little more the image for December is a completely different and a much gentler image.
    No matter, it's  an absolutely smashing woodcut. The Beggarstaff Brothers never fail to impress with their skill and artistry.




Friday, 29 August 2014

Sky writing, sky fighting



      A wonderfully clear morning late last week and somebody's fighter jets were up on high burning fuel, making a noise and practising.
      Three vapour trails came across the sky from west to east travelling high and at great  speed, seemingly two chasing one.  The outer pair of aircraft caught up with the aircraft in the middle and the noise really started. Then the occasional Fenland soundtrack was really under way.
      We raced inside the house to grab the binoculars and the aircraft have gone, just dissipating vapour trails high up in the sky was all that remained.
      Fifteen minutes after that and the clear sky had changed completely and it gradually filled with cloud until we had a lovely grey afternoon to enjoy. 



Thursday, 28 August 2014

...and so to bed



      Well nearly and very nearly a real nuclear sunset too, but the reds and oranges didn't quite arrive, never mind though it's still quite a spectacular sight.
      This is a great view to have straight out of the front door, a great big West Norfolk sky that is never the same from one minute to the next.
      Just to prove that point here's a couple of skyscapes taken from the rear earlier in the day.
      Night,night.




Wednesday, 27 August 2014

More village ties



      As we continue our quest to find all the wall ties in the village we have gone all 'heritage tonal' with the colours. 
     It is inevitable that here we have an example of Norfolk Bog Door Blue with oxidation highlights and then below a lead grey with linen white; in our terms NBDB and rust, then a grey and white example.
      No doubt we'll find more examples of the blacksmiths art as we drag the two Jack Russells from tree to lamp post to car wheel on the next walk round the village.
      


Tuesday, 26 August 2014

Jack Russell ratting team, resting



      The ratting team has had some reinforcements added to its ranks in the form of a .410 side-by-side Antonio Zoli shotgun, and it works a treat too.
      Now, as far as the two Jack Russells are concerned the new addition is just a back-up, a substitute on the bench and on top of that it doesn't even deserve a squad number.
     From the terriers point of view when did a rat ever get away from us? There you are, you can't remember can you, because that is, quite simply, never.
      Try explaining to a Jack Russell what 'belt and braces' means and you'll certainly tire first. In fact you'll end up almost as tired as they look after a walk and bit of ratting.
      Back to sleep terriers.



Monday, 25 August 2014

The lighthouse is a white house?



      It's not in Mobile or Norfolk but it's a strange building in rural Murcia. It sits on top of a small hill, looks like lighthouse but isn't a lighthouse, it being miles from the coast. It's not a water tower either because it doesn't have a storage tank on top.
      Back home in West Norfolk it would be festooned with mobile telephone antenna that provided no signal. Instead it has what look like a couple of television aerials, a navigation warning light, a viewing platform and a pigeon.
      Or is it just a pointless landmark? Who knows?
      Answers on postcard please.