Suppose I might as well give you lot a few more pics. Don’t forget that you can, and should, click on the pics to see ’em bigger. Names of beasts are in italics but are only my ‘best guess’, if you know different please let me know.
I’ll begin today and work backwards. That way I can quit whenever I want. Don’t know where the logic in that lies but it makes sense to me.
Beginning with Tuesday 9th October
Nursery web spider
Spiders are MAGIC
Bee on ragwort
Insects and spiders are always photogenic but at this time of year they are very photographable beasts. Continue reading →
Stubbing Lane: there appear to be at least four roads of that name in addition to our Worksop one: Sheffield, Halifax, Skipton and Sowerby Bridge. Note that these four are all in Yorkshire. What does ‘stubbing’ mean? Is it a Yorkshire word?
The only thing that I can believe is that it comes from: ‘late Middle English stubben to dig up by the roots, clear stumps from (land)’, indicating that woodlands had been cleared to allow farming of crops.
On one of my daily walks I was overtaken by a group, ten or twelve, of ‘walkers’. They were determinedly covering ground, complete with backpacks and walking poles. They were obviously serious in their walking but they barely glanced at what they were passing. What’s that all about? When I walk I like to take the time to look around for anything of interest and of course work my camera. I’ll even change my intended route on a whim, something that organised walkers don’t do.Continue reading →
So! I have begun to try to keep up to date with my blog posting. No promises though.
Don’t you just hate it when folk begin a statement with ‘so’? I first noticed it on ‘Pointless’ which is a fairly harmless entertainment on t’Beeb at tea time. When asked by the host, one Alexander Armstrong, what their occupation was, the answer would begin with: “So, Xander, I’m a floggle burner’s mate”frinstance. I think that I’m growing more and more intolerant as I age. (Don’t mention Brexit to me!)
People who I can’t stand, despite generally agreeing with them: Stephen Fry, Ricky Gervais, Richard Dawkins. I am, I’m becoming less tolerant.
Anyhow; here’s a crescent moon at ten past four in the afternoon on the twentieth: