The header pic is of Sheffield’s Botanical Gardens where I went on the nineteenth.Have a walk round Sheffield. Just outside the city centre there’s loads of graffiti, street art and similar. Much of it’s rather good. Continue reading
I’ve decided to do a blogpost covering each month until I catch up with actuality. If I do two per week I should be up to date before the end of Jan. I can’t manage much more than one pic from each day without making the post toooooooo long although occasionally I will if the pics make it compulsory.August saw a whole lot of fracking prospecting around North Notts. These were the only ones I saw at it although their instruments were all over. Continue reading
So*, to continue where I was so rudely interrupted by things†: there has been very little happening around 108‡ to blog about. The swans, and to a lesser extent the grebes, have raised families; in the former case with about 55.6%that’s 5/9 success and in the second with 0% and 100%. Of course there have been loads of mallard, moorhen and coot births.
I set out intending to do right up to present but I’ve chickened out at the end of July. I’ll do more tomorrow, promise.
The swans, who started with nine cygnets, have reared five. They’re now as big as their parents and are growing whiter by the day.
May – Still sitting, taking the occasional practice flight or stroll around the nest.Continue reading
Having, somewhat pruriently, watched the swans mating, I was hopeful that they were going to stay on the pond.A couple of rather ‘arty’ portraits of the pair.
I must confess that I didn’t take much notice of them for a while until I caught them ‘at it’ again:The cob was behaving quite triumphantly on the nest. Note the coot’s nest just beyond.
Things carried on much as hitherto:
On the 26th April there were definitely eggs!
As usual all pictures can be seen bigger by clicking on ’em.
Swans have bred on the pond for the first time since I’ve been here – that’s ten years. According to some it’s longer than that: “Not within living memory” one antique native told me.
One swan overwintered.
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
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