Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 29 Sep 2008
Last year Hector refused to entertain the idea that I might join in with the pubs fantasy football league thingy…. So, it was very clever of him to use reverse psychology (albeit in 20/20 hindsight) and FORBID me to join in, with the result that I was VERY keen to give it a shot, NAY I practically begged him to let me.
Now. There’s a BIG point to make here. I am without doubt the most avid of football loathers. I mean I REALLY loathe it. If you were to ask me to listen to nails on a blackboard… Rather that than footie. How about going to the dentist? Nah – rather that than footie. SURELY I’d prefer to watch footie than eat raw onions. Wrong again. SO – it was with amusement that I used a new method of choosing a team. They all have Italian (well, mostly) names. Thats all, nothing more scientific than that.
I know less than ZIP about the game and care even less (though that IS changing – clever old Hector, getting me involved by a sneaky ruse). Anyway – week one and two saw H and I neck and neck (much to the amusement of everyone at the pub). Then I was ahead, then him, then this week I am STREETS ahead. Not only that but I actually heard some of the matches that were good for my players on the radio. Poor H; he doesn’t know whether to be pleased or miffed.
It might mollify him if I slip back behind him – though overall I am in the top 1/4 of the pub league. His own explanation is that if he is ahead it proves that knowledge and love of the game is the key. If I am ahead it proves that luck is the only factor. Either way he says his opinion is vindicated. We’ll see. WE’LL JOLLY WELL SEE.
Lovely sunny weather, picnic in the magic-bag and a bimble about. First stop was the fantastic plastic-wrapped farmhouse. Is farming as we have always known it, all wrapped up? Wrapped in black plastic and bailer twine like a haystack, a whole farmhouse in the Eden Valley represents the plight of the hill farm.
Hector’s reflection in the all-wrapped-up plastic covered farmhouse at Sparrowmanwick. I love the way that his orange jacket matches the bailer twine and is framed in the tight constraining square.
FRED is a 16-day Art Invasion across the whole of Cumbria. Over 60 artists from across the UK and beyond take their art out into the big wide world in Europe’s largest event of its kind. From the beautiful west coast to the unspoilt hills of the Pennines, from the Solway Firth to Morecambe Bay, FRED is everywhere…in the hills and on the walls, in the towns and the villages, on the bus and on the train…
Then by winding routes and West across the county’s most gentle and lovely scenery to Hesket Newmarket and the Old Crown pub (the only village cooperatively owned pub in the UK). A video link to BARvarians at their own pub (in Bavaria). Pubs in Cumbria are twinned with counterparts in Bavaria through live video links. Pub-Twinning. Enjoy a pint with our Bavarian counterparts, transported into local pubs using a live webcam. Online regulars, propping up the bar 24 hours a day. FRED art at a pub, and the Crown at Hesket Newmarket at that! Weeeellll, what else could we do but stop off?!
FARMS IN PLASTIC…..PORCELAIN IN TREES…ROADSIDE PAINTINGS…RADIO SOUNDTRACK AT A LAKE….
Today we’re doing a tour of the FREDs (An Art Invasion Across Cumbria). Cant wait. We LOVED some acouple ofyears ago. The plastic multitudinous windmills on the shore of Ullswater in 2006 is one of my happiest memories. Even the weather looks like it might be quite good so I think that a picnic is in order too…and we just happen to have some nice French baguettes…..
Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 27 Sep 2008
At last some bright and shiny weather and soul-enrichingly autumnal. Work has been more busy than I can ever remember it – pleasantly so, but a bit like juggling. What a shame that we are both so busy at work and can’t get outdoors during the week to make the most of it. I’ve been doing more painting while H was working away two days, in an effort to finish off as much as poss so as not to have to do it all weekend again.
Friday at last arrived and an hour or so at the Spa for a swim, gym, whirlpool, steam and sauna. DE-flippin-LICIOUS! Then a bite of dinner before the usual Friday wander through the churchyard to the pub for a couple of hours. Feeling much more mellow today (Saturday). H is painting the lounge ceiling and I have skived out to do some shopping and then take a short drive a few miles on very little roads in gorgeous countryside and a chance to take a few photos in superb autumn weather. Its very good for the soul.
Some of this weeks photos…
While H was away on a boys gig-pub-snooker-pub extravaganza weekend I painted the lounge. Lo-o-o-ng job. The paint pad wasn’t much good so I used a 4″ brush. Took AGES, but I’m happy with the result. Just the ceiling for H to do and the paintwork too. Looking MUCH better. Kitchen next!
Been experimenting with my Nikon D40 (got a manual last week) and took this on timer shot of my own reflection from my desk in the window in the lounge. I really liked the way the Apple on my laptop shone back at me.
The desk is set up in the window now and its a lovely place to sit… and Toots and Frank often sleep snuggled up
A couple of Sundays ago we had a once-only nosey around Lowther Castle – it was open for people to take a look before the gardens are renovated. Interesting, but very busy. Then we had a little walk along the dis-used railway line near Keswick. The tunnels and cuttings were dank, wet, damp and dripping with oozing water. Many kinds of fern and fungi covered all the dark slated walls.
Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 12 Sep 2008
Day 91 of my one-photo-per-day-for-a-year project. A seasons’ worth of memories….
Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 09 Sep 2008
Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 05 Sep 2008
Stubbed my little toe. Its purple and black now. Very sore indeed.
Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 05 Sep 2008