We’ve scooted, we’ve mooched, we’ve comestibled and we’ve bunkered.
We’ve also put the chimney back on. The it of It is becoming cool. Autumn is upon us.
Messrs Bargus of The Fuel Boat (Four Counties) Company called yesterday, and we all briefly got caught in some wind and some rain. Here are the brave souls serving the next boat along on these moorings and yes, the tops of those trees are being whipped about by the breeze.
The rainbow was spec-ta-cule-ar but short-lived.
By the time I had hopped, skipped and jumped far enough along the towpath for a “panorama” shot most of the colour had faded away…
My thanks to Jay, Kat and Lulu (savage hound) for the first delivery [to me] of the season.
Autumn may well be the season of poetic (Poe-etic?) fellow’s fists and mootfulness but tis also the season of some decent cloud-scapes.
You can’t beat a swan on an early-morning canal wi’a-bit-o-mist. For one thing, they’re too far down to reach effectively, and you need something heavier and more stout than mist.
Some sort of proprietary Swan-Poking Stick would be best.
Farmers often develop crop-related O.C.D. in the Autumn. It hangs over them like a cloud.
Seriously, anyone who claims to have O.C.D. hasn’t got it – the letters in the correct, neat, non-triggering, alphabetical order are C… D… O…
Compulsive Disorder Obsessive.
Privately-owned farmland with a Public Right of Way running across it.
For reasons that those of you who know me may guess, I shall henceforth be walking this Public Right of Way once, mayhap twice a day, each and every day that I am moored here now and each whenever for ever more. I shall also be going out of my way to ensure that it is Officially Registered and remains a Right of Way until The Last Trumpet sounds and the final duck-quack echo dies away.
Jus’ sayin’, is all. One does what one can when one has been… encouraged.
Now. Fire. Does anyone have the recipe? It’s something to do with taking two sticks and rubbing them together over a small pile of phlogiston…
I’ll leave you with a photograph of the fence panels for the Barbridge C&RT Boaters’ Rubbish Facilty, the one that was removed early last year on the flimsiest of whimsies, and is apparently now “under review”.
If you seriously intend to re-instate the facilty, Messrs C&RT, you’re going to need some new fence panels…
…and fewer sunflowers on the piled-up aggregate heap.
Chin-chin, chaps. Do keep on keeping on. Seriously no idea why, it just seems to be the thing to do.
Ian H., &etc.