I know I’ve said this before but: “I don’t remember people.” It’s not ’cause I don’t like particular people; it’s not ’cause particular people aren’t memorable; it’s not ’cause I can’t talk to particular people. I just don’t remember people.
Folk I meet while walking, anglers, dog walkers or other walkers, often greet me as if they recognise me, they probably do. In order to not appear totally oafish I tend to meet everyone with a nod, a smile and a cheery “Hi”, as if I know them.
Folk I’ve known and spoken with for yonken are the exception* and possession of a dog also ups your chances of recognition. Names: that’s another of my many failings.
*Not invariably – as related elsewhere, I once blanked my brother.
Apropos nothing at all
Aside: Why is ‘I’ the only pronoun that’s always capitalised in English? Indeed it’s the only non-proper noun that is; correct me if I’m wrong.
Mondegreen: A mondegreen is a mishearing or misinterpretation of a phrase as a result of near-homophony, in a way that gives it a new meaning (wiki). Continue reading →
The cat (the little ginger bastard) knocked my hard drive (one of, anyhoo) off the top* of my desk. It buggered up!
So I’ve lost most of 2015 & 2016’s pics although up to 2014 are on another drive.
*Cats, in case you didn’t know, have a major directive, presumably from their leader, that “if two things exist such that one is on top of the other, then the uppermost shall be hurled to the floor without consideration for any consequences”.
Winterfylleð* was the Old English name for the month which became October. It apparently means winter filling or possibly winter full moon. It was nicked by J.R.R. Tolkien† for use in Lord of the Rings.
*ð was pronounced very like ‘th’ so it was winterfilth †Tolkien‘s biography, for the interested.
I read a lot of books, not so many now – t’internet takes up an awful lot of my attention. I recall waaaaay back in Sheffield Central Library picking a book and being scorned by my father: “What do you want that for? Elves and dwarves‡ are kids stuff.” It was, of course, The Hobbit, or There and Back Again. That probably marks the beginning of my lifelong fascination with science fiction and especially with fantasy. ‡or is it dwarfs?
More on my reading matter later.
Meanwhile to carry on in October in this two thousand and sixteenth year of the Common Era:
Sunday 9th October 2016
Colours of autumn
I love skies so here’s a couple. The first is a view of the pond with a patch of blue above. In the second there’s rather more sky but considerably less blue; it’s taken looking almost due south from ‘Lady Lee Bridge’ on the canal.
Did I mention the alder beetle? Once thought to be extinct in UK, plentiful round here.
Trees on Shireoaks Woodlands are really turning on the autumn colour.
Given the hour and clear sky I always try to get a shot of the moon. Continue reading →
Don’t forget that you can see pictures bigger by clicking on them.
Lørdag Første Oktober 2016
Google translate tells me that that’s Saturday first October in Danish.
As usual for the weekend, a Mollyless walk
The two planes are both Flybe heading for Doncaster. They were almost exactly an hour apart. Note: the later one’s propeller powered – not very common for so large a passenger craft(?).
Convolvulus flowers are pretty beautiful – pity it’s a weed. Continue reading →
If I’m not careful I’ll catch up with myself, blogging at this rate.
Tuesday 20th September ’16
Grade ‘A’ gray day
Wasp on Ivy
A “Grade ‘A’, grey day”* on the pond. What’s the correct spelling of GREY (or GRAY) anyhow? Apparently gray is used more in the U.S of A. but grey elsewhere although either is OK wherever you are. see herelink.
Ivy flowers have pollen covered stamens to coat wasps, bees, flies and hoverflies when they come for the nectar.
The seeds of the sycamore spiral slowly down helicoptering as they go. The low speed of descent allows the wind to carry them far afield. I hate sycamores. They spring up any- and every-where and grow so fast that other trees have little chance to compete. Continue reading →
Photos taken on my daily (well almost daily) walks. Some alone and some with Molly the dug.
Most weeks I walk Molly thrice – her owner works in Nottingham so travelling time and stuff means she’d be alone for ages. He’s on an awful zero hours contract so can’t be sure what he’ll be working any particular week. She’s a lovely wee dug – at first glance I thought she was a Scotty but she’s actually a Jack Russel type – albeit a bit long haired. She’s quite obedient – comes when called – but chases cats with glee. I’ll have to ask how old she is, she’s no pup.
On again. Don’t forget you can click the pics to see ’em bigger.
Thursday September First 2016
More of the same, or at least similar.
Piper pa 32 200
There’s one south facing grassy slope that has grasshoppers skulking in warm weather.
Spiders build webs in the brambles alongside the paths around the pond.
There’s aircraft overhead most of the day. This is one of the small ones.
Usually its the coots that fight but here they’re looking on while a couple of female (or juvenile?) mallards have at it.
This has got to be the prickliest plant around. Continue reading →