Monday, 17 June 2019

What about two swallows?

'One swallow doesn't make a summer.' 
We have all heard that expression. Well what about two swallows? Sitting in a lay by on top of the Cat & Fiddle pass near Buxton, we watched two swallows flitting along the hedgetop, presumably catching insects on the wing. 
Back and forth they went. Do two swallows make a summer? 
There may have been more swallows around but through the driving rain and low cloud we could only see two.
Summer 2019.

Monday, 27 May 2019

Insulate your house on the outside

Yes, why not? 
Don't drill into the cavity wall and fill it with rock fibre. 


Don't line your inner walls with polystyrene tiles. 


Just crochet and knit yourself a house cosy.


It might not be quite as efficient but it is certainly more attractive to the eye.

Wednesday, 22 May 2019

Arboreal and sylvan


 




Arboreal.
The canopy of an oak tree
 in Lancashire.














Sylvan. The Forest of Hesdin, Northern France.

Wednesday, 15 May 2019

Clitheroe has a new mayor

At least, I think they have. Whilst enjoying a quiet sandwich lunch on a bench by the foot of the castle I noticed this procession approaching.

I enquired later of a lady resident who, indeed, confirmed that the town now had a new mayor but she did not know who it was. And perusing this photograph has left me no wiser. Is the mayor the one at the front, carrying the roll of parchment? Is he the one with the mace on his shoulder?
Any suggestions?

Friday, 3 May 2019

Crocheted birds
































Seen in a shop window in Tenterden High Street.
I never cease to marvel at what crochet afficionados can realise with some wool and a hook.

Wednesday, 17 April 2019

Spring on the Pilgrim's Way, Canterbury


A warm south easterly breeze tempted me out on my bicycle to see Spring break through on the Pilgrim's Way as it leads out of Canterbury towards the Continent and Rome.

Monday, 18 March 2019

That Marmalade Glow


The glow that you experience when your marmalade sets properly. 
The glow in your face from the heat rising over marmalade on a rolling boil. 
The glow on your tongue when you crunch your first slice of hot buttered 
toast and marmalade.