Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 30 Jul 2010
Ding dong – or in my case… rattle-tat-tat …. ‘AVON calling’
A girl in the village has started doing Avon sales and I placed an order a week ago. What a nice thing when she came to the door, pretty as a picture, and delivered my treats. Its a real bit of nostalgia and one to be repeated.
Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 27 Jul 2010
Last night a young bat fell from the top of our house during day light and into the garden. I watched it crawl along the lawn and then start to climb up the sandstone of the house to try to get back to the roost but it kept falling off. So, I broke all the rules and laws and collected it up in a soft piece of material and moved it a few yards to be higher up. It flew off in a most ungrateful way!
I think it was a Brandt’s Bat and the pic is of one I got a shot of a couple of years ago – also in the garden. Cananyone confirm?
Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 25 Jul 2010
A leaving party for Lolly as she heads to Cornwall to be with Lee and start her new teaching post in September.
The leaving party was excellent – superb company, great food and drink, a marquee, BBQ, bouncy castle and loads of guests brinig tents to poulate the garden.
The shots taken of gorgeous little Millie at the party and the following morning when the sun shone on the detritus of a brilliant farewell and celebration are for her Mummy and Daddy.
The morning after the party I took a little wander up the lane in front of the house along the viking Way and into the large fields of ripening crops where the silence except for birdsong (including Sky Larks) and insects was lovely.
In the afternoon while Hector and Lee were at a footie match Chrissie and I just lay on on our backs on the recliners and watched the many swifts swirling above us and the clouds. And a little extra joy was a glorious damselfly that came into the house.
Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 22 Jul 2010
It was about a boat race between a boat crewed by an old conglomerate – lets call it BEEB – and one crewed by a new, innovative, company.
Both sides practiced long and hard and the new company won by a mile.
So the board of the BEEB did what any board would do: they set up a working party to find out why.
The working party reported that the new company had seven people rowing and one steering and that they at the BEEB had seven people steering and one rowing. So, faced with a crisis of that magnitude they appointed management consultants. That’s the only thing you can do. Isn’t it?
The management consultants, who cost a million pounds, reported back confirming the diagnosis of the working party but suggesting that the old conglomerate crew be completely restructured thus: three assistant steering managers; three deputy steering managers; a director of steering services and in addition, the rower should be given an incentive to row harder.
They had another race and this time the new company won by two miles. So they laid off the rower for poor performance and they sold the boat and used it for a higher than average pay award for the director of steering services!
(I first heard this tale told by Tony Benn at one of his performances with Roy Bailey and laughed myself silly)
Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 18 Jul 2010
Brampton Live Festival 2010 was sadly cancelled so as we had arranged time off we decided to do something else instead. 3 days and 2 nights in the Yorkshire Dales.
Day 1. A66 to Brough, then Kirkby Stephen and Nateby and over the hills to Keld and then over Buttertubs to Hawes and a stop at a tea room.
Hawes to Aysgarth then turned right through Buckden etc and to Kilnsey and to Pately Bridge. WHAT a lovely drive. Saw all kinds of weather and lots of bird life.
On day two we watched the rain come down and Hector promised it would stop in time for our trip to Fountains Abbey. And it did! We had downloaded Mp3 guide comentary so we able to listen on it on our Shuffles as we walked around. We met some really nice people at a picnic table and talked about the National Trust and our gardens and ice cream.
On the way back to the B&B we had a walk around the fabulous adult playground of Brimham Rocks. Fantastic fun and lovely bright and breezy weather. Hector loved it – ever the boy!
Dinner was at a quirky tiny restaurant of my choice and I think I made a mistake. The food was good but the service haphazard and odd AND they had run out of beer.
Waking up to a wet day to go home we stopped just for an hour to visit Stump Cross Caves. Vertigo made it heart-hammeringly scary for me to descend the steep, dark, long, stone, wet and dank steps into the cave system. Worth it though as it was so interesting.
Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 13 Jul 2010
Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 13 Jul 2010
Overview – The swift is a medium-sized aerial bird, which is a superb flier. It evens sleeps on the wing! It is plain sooty brown, but in flight against the sky it appears black. It has long, scythe-like wings and a short, forked tail. It is a summer visitor, breeding across the UK, but most numerously in the south and east. It winters in Africa.
Where to see them – Look up in the sky in summer, often very high. They never perch on wires like swallows. You might see excited screaming parties of them careering madly at high speed around rooftops and houses, often low, especially towards dusk.
When to see them – April – August.
What they eat – Flying insects and airborne spiders.