Friday the First of November 2013
Two of my four cats have decided to establish strange places as their primary residences.
Meanwhile there’s not a lot going on outside.
Betty said: “This butter’s bitter.
“If I mix this bitter butter
“With my bit of better butter,
“It will make my better butter bitter”
There’s a lot of slightly different versions out there, most involving bitter batter, but this is how I remember it.
Then there was ‘Little Miss Bouncer’ who ‘Loved an announcer, down at the BBC’
Saturday the twoth
No sun–no moon!
No morn–no noon!
No dawn–no dusk–no proper time of day–
No sky–no earthly view–
No distance looking blue–
No road–no street–no “t’other side this way”–
No end to any Row–
No indications where the Crescents go–
No top to any steeple–
No recognitions of familiar people–
No courtesies for showing ’em–
No knowing ’em!
No travelling at all–no locomotion–
No inkling of the way–no notion–
“No go” by land or ocean–
No mail–no post–
No news from any foreign coast–
No Park, no Ring, no afternoon gentility–
No company–no nobility–
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member–
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds–
Not generally true though, November has, by and large*, been pretty good weatherwise. (so far; touch wood)
Pond & canal (yawn!). Crossed over to Shireoaks road at Highground Bridge, just below Deep Lock. Walked up the road as far as Haggonfields Lock. Coming back down the towpath I snuck through the hedge into the environs of the C&RT sludge pond, the zillions of teasels never fail to attract me.
When I go to the pond I take a pic from the same spot every time. I might schloosh ’em all together to make a gif or a movie later.
The adult grebes are getting rid of the kids and starting to be a couple again. (Yup, I’m playing with the movie thing on my Nikon again – sorry)
The wireworks are spending millions of pounds on new buildings. These are some of the oversize cotton bobbins parked in their yard. I’d assumed that they made cables for electricity but I’m told they made cables for e.g. hauling cages up and down coal mines. The bottom dropped out of that market some thirty years ago. Wonder if they do suspension bridges and the like.
In the front of one of the companies along Shireoaks road a couple of jays were flirting. (not a good pic: took me by surprise)Don’t get many jays round the pond, in fact I can only recall seeing one in the seven or so years I’ve been here, so these attracted me.
“(It’s lookin’) black over Bill’s mother’s.” Apparently, according to t’internet, this is a Nottinghamshire expression. Don’t like to disagree with such an authority, but I used to hear it in Sheffield regularly when I were a kid.
For anyone uncertain about its meaning: “bad weather is coming as there are dark clouds in the distance”.
Who Bill was and why his mother lived “over there”, I have no idea.
No change: pond & canal.
Remember, remember, the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot;
I see of no reason why gunpowder, treason
Should ever be forgot.
Most folk “celebrated” bonfire night last weekend. My cats cowered in sundry places.
The heron was on the pond next to the ducks’ basking and feeding point.
Just by the way, that’s a piece of old carpet that the heron’s standing on. Someone kindly chucked it in a few years ago. Not a bad pic, though I say it myself.
Thursday the seventh of November
Up to and round Lady Lee; as well as round t’pond and down to town on t’canal.
Just by the way: when I use “t’” -it’s not actually a “T” – more a sort of varying combination of “T“,”D” and “UH” depending on context.Have a grebe.
That’s week one done – might get around to week 2 before week 3’s out 🙂