Saturday, 1 November 2014

It's another meurth

      What a beauty too, quite the natty gentleman this one, particularly the antennae and the furry thorax.
      He was resting up on a kitchen unit the other morning and quivering and twitching all the time. His camouflage didn't help on that surface and he rather looks as if he'd be more at home in deciduous woodland.
      As they say at the end of all the films 'no moths were hurt making this blog'. He just crawled onto my finger, we stared at one another at point blank range, then out the back door he flew, straight onto the brown fence. Well in that suit he would have to.

Friday, 31 October 2014

All Hallow's Eve

      It's that time of the year again when things go bump in the night, when strange noises make you go all wide awake and wide-eyed  when you're lying in bed with the lights out. Is it the wind howling in the wires or in the poplar trees? Maybe the wind is just rolling a plant pot about or blowing over some wood?
      The sky certainly has a brooding quality to it and with those clouds it will be inky black when darkness finally falls.
      What do you mean, 'would I like to get a couple of apples from the orchard?' We're having cheese for supper, oh good, that'll only make the dreams worse.
      I'm up for a pint of Ovaltine and the earplugs firmly in place on a night like this, or better still a couple of pints or three of Abbot Ale.

Thursday, 30 October 2014

Five pike, one perch, four hours of rain

      A late October afternoon and it's dull and much, much cooler and as far as I'm concerned absolutely perfect for the first serious outing in pursuit of pike. Having met the farmer in the morning while I was walking the two terriers he told me the surface weed had gone and the drain looked in good condition. So far so good.

      From the moment the first cast went into the drain it started to rain, not heavy but remorselessly steady for four hours. Bait fish were very hard to catch but enough were caught to lure five pike and a plump perch, plus a pike that was lost in the lilies and that resulted in all the terminal tackle going. It must have been a monster. Well I would say that wouldn't I.
      Now my appetite is whetted for the next outing and some new, private and unfished venues to explore.
      What excitement, it's just like Christmas when you were kid.

Wednesday, 29 October 2014

The Netherlands? First right mate and straight on

      We must be living under a civilian airline route as well as the military activity that we get at lower levels. When the really clear weather arrives we can see their vapour trails at what must be over 36,000 feet. This one was taken as dawn was breaking.
      If any of them feel a little lost it couldn't be simpler, you don't need all those fancy charts, dividers, pencils and computers. Just throw them out the window.
      So here are the instructions.
      Turn right two hundred yards after the transformer and straight on. The first land you see after crossing the water is The Netherlands. No worries.
      Next time you're passing overhead just parachute a case of their lovely beer and some Matjes Herring down to us.

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Posh tie, poor tie

       A pair of ties that are opposite one another on either side of the road. The black one above is on the Bishop's house and is quite a fancy bit of work by an early blacksmith, all threads, twists and strange wing-like layered panels.
      Below is the rather routine later model and by comparison it looks a little like white stilettos and somewhat common.
      The rust coming through the white paint does give it a bit of a lift though.

Monday, 27 October 2014

It's collecting Jim, but not as we know it

      We know it's a little bit nosey but we just can't help ourselves, there's nothing quite like peering into old shed and pigsties.
      Obviously if you're a farmer your perspective of 'stuff' to be kept for further use is different to that of a stamp collector or just a householder. It's collecting but not as we know or understand it. Some collect for re-use or recycling, some collect because it's a compulsion and others collect to show their obsession and their prized collection.

      With farmers it's hoarding because they can't bear to get rid of 'stuff' and it might just come in useful. The amount of times I say to the farmer neighbour 'have you got a…' and he has, buried somewhere in the system that only he understands.
      There's gold and treasure in them there pigsties.
      I think the two Jack Russells are in for a treat this afternoon looking for their version of treasure in those disused buildings.

Friday, 24 October 2014

The Yaffle's back

      Well, he's back, digging away in the front lawn for goodness knows what, although we suspect he's after worms.
      When we investigated where he was beaking and drilling into the grass we found holes about two inches in diameter and around three inches deep, maybe he sucks up the ants that always seem to be in the lawn because we have never seen a worm in his or her beak.
      Not to worry though he's a welcome visitor and being a Boro fan I love the red stripe on his head.
      That apart the camouflage isn't bad either.