Thursday, 12 December 2013
Tartan thermos flask, two folding chairs, a folding table, ham sandwiches and a travel rug. We're ready for a lovely slow drive in the Austin A30 to a nice lay-by where we can watch the traffic thunder by whilst having a picnic.
If the boss is feeling a bit fast we could take the Volvo P1800 Coupe that's hiding under the tarpaulin to a country pub and I can be Simon Templar. The boss says I'm closer to the aged Austin, cheek.
There is a little restoration work to do first before we live these fantasies so perhaps that trip will have to be delayed until the first warm spring day.
Get the wet and dry, angle grinder and welding gear out, there's going to be some busy winter evenings ahead.
Wednesday, 11 December 2013
We do love a good fog now that we don't have to get in the car and drive to work anymore. In West Norfolk and anywhere in Fenland it gives the whole area a sense of brooding mystery. Part of this is history, some is because of the landscape. The whole effect and the atmosphere is very different to the effect that a fog has in a city or town.
Sometimes the fog clears to brilliant sunshine but today it cleared to an unremitting dull greyness and a strange almost luminescent half light. No doubt the fog will be back tonight cloaking us once again in a grey blanket.
The landscape at the top shows the fog forming behind the orchard in the early evening as the temperature drops. The picture below is of the landscape to the front of our house the following morning.
Anyone for a ghost story?
Tuesday, 10 December 2013
English villages, picturesque and atmospheric but some of the names always remind us of actors in the supporting films in the fifties. Probably the forties and thirties too for that matter.
We can see Barton Bendish lining up alongside Nateley Scures with Mavis Enderby as the femme fatale and love interest. That's one each from Norfolk, Hampshire and Lincolnshire, you see there are unknown actors everywhere.
Now, a crime drama or spy thriller and before or after Pathe News? It would have to be in black and white too, with wobbly scenery of course; it goes without question that our actors would have to have had very correct pronunciation reproduced on a slightly scratchy soundtrack.
I know, we need to get out more. Hang on, we did, we took the picture.
Monday, 9 December 2013
It may well look ideal, perfect even, but it this outing registered the first blank of the season on a normally very reliable stretch of river.
No Pike were moving against the fry and no sign of Zander or Perch either, just the odd silver fish topping. Somewhere there must have been some weed cutting taking place because large patches of chopped underwater cabbage and reed mixed in with ash leaves kept drifting slowly by ensuring you were kept busy cleaning the line, it was like fishing into minestrone soup at times.
Deadbait fished on the bottom, midwater and just under the surface brought not a touch. Wobbled dead roach not a touch, then after three hours, when concentration wanders the float streamed away. Predictably I missed it.
Despite fishing deep into the dusk there was no more contact and I'm pretty sure there'll be more hard days to come.
Friday, 6 December 2013
I really can see this little boat all tidied up and restored with a new paint scheme, a blackened hull and the chimney cheerfully smoking away. I'm sure she would carry us to some new Pike fishing destinations and of course some new pubs too.
That's what Icarus needs now, new life breathed into her and a bit of TLC.
Thursday, 5 December 2013
The same dawn, taken from the rear and five minutes or so apart. The great thing about dawn is that the colours are just little a bit more subtle and more gentle than most sunsets.
If dawn was a flower she would be a subtle chrysanthemum and sunset would have to be a big brash dahlia all painted up in vivid colours. A bit like a loud and colourful barmaid.
Mind you there's nothing wrong with a loud and colourful barmaid is there? The boss says I should stop going down this road, now. Can't think why.
Just to calm things down a little here's two photographs of dawn on another day looking a little more troubled.
Wednesday, 4 December 2013
Old Father Time would not be very impressed but here are two of the reaper's favourite implements hanging on a barn wall unused and corroding away.
With those straight handles and the long reach we think that these particular implements weren't used for harvesting corn but for cutting reed and tidying the dyke sides in the autumn to keep the drains clear.
Old Father Time clearly hasn't been tramping through this dusty corner but time hasn't stood still, the blackbirds have found time for nest making.
One thing the scythes do draw attention to is the lovely old 'Norfolk Bog Door Blue' bog door, you can't ask for more.