Look closely. Swallow's nesting in the dunes part way to Polzeath.
A quiz for Granddad L: how many are there?
The roof bars took a while to figure out. Then the rails needed to be clean before attaching the bars. So the car needed to be washed. That took a while. Then a hunt in the shed to find the straps. That took another while. Finally, a trip to Colliers and without too much flaffing about the 2×2s (aka 38×38s) where on the roof. Except…
…yes, you guessed it, I'd left the straps at home. Safely under the watchful eye of Woodinville Bear. Never mind though, turns out the wood was short enough to stash indoors.If only I'd have thought of that sooner.
Farmer T is moving the path. It might be tidy, but it's rough on the wildlife.
A ride to Green & Gorgeous. Lovely flowers and a lovely ride. Inspiration for some painting!!!
Part of sunday lunch for 15-ish. Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall's Lamb, Potatoes & Mushrooms (from P249 of Three Good Things… On a plate).
PS please don't tell H about the mushrooms.
Preparing flights for the great weekend darts match. The grey fox was unable to defend his championship title due to a previous engagement with a palm frond. M was the unexpected tournament break through (double 20, and a triple 19). But F, or maybe P, just pipped H for the win.
St Mary's Church in Newham Murren. Tucked away just off the Ridgeway. Blink and you'll miss it.
Inspired by A's series of pasties, I present Beanz. Yup, with a "z". Apparently it was z-ed sometime around 2008, which unsurprisingly is long before they were available in the United States other than as imports by the English Pantry.
Beanz. Seriouzly?
I asked the boys (no, not those boys, nor those, the SMMS boys) for some advice on climbing these lovely specimens. The consensus so far is to start at the bottom, although B is still thinking.
"Time has a different quality in a forest, a different kind of flow. Time moves in circles, and events are linked, even if it's not obvious that they are linked. Events in a forest occur with precision in the flow of tree time, like the motions of an endless dance." The Wild Trees, Richard Preston
It's a bit daunting, so I think I'll start with this one. And work my way up.
The Aiddy alter-Nate Commute Vee-hee-call is still going. Ish. Going rather than going strong that is. Ish. It just needs some TLC. A lot of TLC for the AACV.
The planes are back in the skies. Getting ready for the Easter rush.
Yogi, having just realised that the wheat isn't yet tall enough to hide in, chases after a nonchalant Ewok."I knew you were there anyway." he said.
I think he was still upset from being forced to pose while sat on a downward slope. "It makes me look all hunched up" he complained.The boys were round for music (Roy Harper), chat, beer & snacks. Obviously I had to arrange the 積ん読 along the bench, in a not so subtle attempt to impress.
Finally, we received one of the fabled benefits.
The Financial Times is still looking. It might be a while.The Economist looking for one, just one, of the elusive promised Brexit opportunities.
Yes, I did predict the future which is why 👆 that link goes foward in time. Clever eh?
There was a time that this post would have been titled Cars, on sidewalks. But we've been fully re-acclimated now. Almost.
This post is for everyone who ever asked "Why doesn't that cyclist get out of my way". You're welcome.
M started a Guinness Challenge. Here's my pour attempt from a can.
Oh, and note how the computational photography calculation to simulate DoF got the glass wrong, again 😎 📷 🖥
The trouble with selling your designs through an agent is that you don't usually know where they end up. Then one day you see your work in a magazine. Sophisticated. Quintessential. Joyful.
Proud of you F.