Tuesday, 30 September 2014

Several shades of grey and green

      Sunshine and blue sky in the west and solid grey in the east, but the monstrous grey cloud is being pushed along at a fair old lick by the westerly wind. This a photograph from a few weeks ago but still we've had no serious rain for weeks.
      The ground is as hard as bricks. In fact when you look at the soil, turned and busted, you can see exactly where bricks came from. This monster cloud didn't drop any rain and successive clouds have just managed a sprinkle, not even enough to soak the ground.
      The weather must change soon, no doubt the farmers are prying for rain now so that they can finish their preparation of the ground and start sowing next years crops.
      Looks like we might need a minister for drought again, well a minister to end the dry weather anyway.

Monday, 29 September 2014

Boris the spiderman

      The little spider at the top, Boris as he is known, is high up on the inside of one of the kitchen windows. One of the reasons he is still there, and not evicted by the boss, is because he'd doing a great job of fly and wasp extermination
       When we first spotted him he was tiny, just a couple of millimetres across but now he's blossoming in his role and is over 6mm. If he gets much bigger he's threatened with eviction by 'you know who' but at the moment he is safe and he just quietly gets on with his prime directive in a purposeful and very dedicated manner.
       Well done Boris.
       Meanwhile down below is what he will grow into, I hope. You can tell he's a country spider too because he's wearing rather dapper brown tweeds.
       Very smart.

Friday, 26 September 2014

The blue dome

      We know it's a cliche but the skies in Norfolk seem simply huge so here's a picture of just a segment of what started as the big blue dome but by the end of the day was just a uniformly grey dome. All over, from North to South and East to West.
      Not a breath of wind to stir the anemometer on the weather station and just a little light cirrus up there as a counterpoint.
      That is the end of the weather forecast gentlemen.

Thursday, 25 September 2014

Shadow play

      The interior of a huge, lean-to greenhouse, Victorian or maybe even older, where the vines are rooted outside come through the wall and are hanging on wires up in the roof. They are also festooned with bunches of succulent looking black grapes.
      That was all very interesting but perversely the Two Terriers decided that the shadows on the wall were more interesting. Even if nobody else does.
      You'll just have to take our word for the fact that there were hundreds of bunches of grapes up there and they were almost the colour of the shadows.
      Sadly they were well and truly out of reach so we couldn't do a tasting.

Wednesday, 24 September 2014

Divine providence

      There we were cruising along, me driving and the Boss in the turret, when we see Providence Chapel. Rebuilt in 1873, obviously, and we're now trying to find out what happened to the original.
      Fire, plague, flood or pestilence? Maybe it was simply a bigger building to house a burgeoning congregation, after all Fenland is an area that embraced non-conformism with real vigour.
      No matter, it is an example of lovely austere detail: a minimalistic but lovely plaque, nice bricklaying and and the flower shaped ventilator is a treat. The heads of the brick pillars are rather understated too. As you know we like a bit of the Victorian but we're not sure about those UPVC windows.
     Never mind they'll keep the congregation even warmer during the hellfire and brimstone sermons.

Tuesday, 23 September 2014

Drive like the Old Bill

      Here in West Norfolk we're fast approaching the season where potatoes, pumpkins, leeks, carrots, cabbages and sugar beet are being picked and the roads end up covered in clarts. What with farmers distributing mud and the weather adding rain, fog, ice and snow in the weeks to come it doesn't make for easy driving conditions.
      The patrol vehicle is about to be serviced, the turret greased and oiled and the boss' leather Russian Tank Commander's helmet thoroughly dubbined and waterproofed. When those tasks are completed then we'll be ready for whatever is thrown at us.
      While we wait for the inevitable inclement conditions we're reading up and testing one another with questions from 'Roadcraft, The Police Drivers Manual', price 3/6d.
      Believe me the evenings positively fly by when I'm dressed as Fabian of the Yard and sucking on my pipe and the boss has her Policewoman's uniform on.
      Right then my dear, where's the keys for the handcuffs then?
      What do you mean, you've lost them?

Monday, 22 September 2014

Finial and drain

      We make no secret of the fact that we love the Victorian attention to detail, some you might say unnecessary, but they did have a way with wrought iron and here are two simply splendid examples.
      The first is a finial that graces the top of the ridge on a greenhouse and it looks as if it could pass muster for some medieval weapon designed to cause maximum pain, from all angles.

      The second, well it's a drain cover on the floor of the greenhouse and whatever anybody says, this is so much more pleasing than a piece of modern perforated metal. There must have been about fifty or sixty feet of this cover in three foot lengths and around a foot wide.
      We could definitely find a use for it.
      The trouble is they'd probably use that finial on us if they caught us loading the car.