It all began so innocently. Watching a few old ducks here, spying on the odd (flock of) sheep there. I suppose that the rot set in when I identified my first lapwing. We never imagine the depths to which we shall sink, do we? Look at me now, up at sparrowfart o’clock, gallumphing up and…
Month: May 2017
Whatever the weather be in Wetherby, the Cardinal & I are nowhere near there.
The phrase you’re looking for is “out of step”. As in, the Cardinal and I are out of step. The majority of other folks pootling up and down these delightful ditches are “left, left, left right left” whereas the Cardinal and I are more “right, right, left right right”. We’re also slower than most. We…
Cardinal Wolsey and his part in the Normandy Landings – Guest Post by Ian Hutson…
Originally posted on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog:
There comes a time in every chaps life, after he’s bought the boat and after he has begun to work through the long, long list of DIY jobs that need doing, after he’s prevaricated and fluffed around like a land-lubber, when he simply has to…
Sheep, rain and damned old fishermen #narrowboat #canal #England
A couple of mornings ago the sheep in the field next to the canal decided to explore beyond the confines of the fence. I spotted them just as they stumbled down the bank. Since there was no-one else about at the time I smiled, waved and ventured a cheery “Baaa… baaa…” intending to encourage them…
Cannibalistic herons, moorhen victims and lapwing police sirens at the winding hole
My goodness me, I am beginning to Twitch. This will never do. I love seeing furry and four-legged wildlife on my perambulations and I am often treated to the sight of stoats and weasels and pesky wabbits and wotnots (sheeps and deerings for e.g. of the wotnots) on the towpath. Birds, if you’ll pardon the entre nous…
