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 →
A bit (a little bit (a very little bit)) more catch up.
Continuing with just pics. Mouse over for captions, click to embiggen.
By the way: a lot of my walks I record using “map my walkLINK” you can join for nowt and then see where I’ve been. I’ll link when I remember – click on ‘MMW’ (I often forget to turn it off, so there’s a lot of wazzocking around at my flat after I’m home)
Another of those panorama shots of the pond. Getting fed up with ’em yet? Tough!
Starlings are really underrated, they’re beautiful birds.
Think this is a pair of great crested grebes. (As opposed to just two hanging about together) Continue reading →
Did I mention that I’ve bought one of those things to cut cheese consisting of a small slab of marble with a wire?
Here ’tis – with some Extra Mature Cheddar on half a Tuc biccie. I usually pig out on Stilton but my local M&S food recently had a fridge breakdown and (horrors!)chucked a load of cheese away. Isn’t that a bit daft? Cheese is basically rotten milk – all M&S’s is sealed so how could it go off(er)? In passing why does cheese have a ‘BEST BEFORE’ date? Continue reading →
I cannot be bothered with blogging when the weather’s decent – I’d rather be out walking, although I do shove some pics up to Flickr after each day’s meander.
So a quick catch up on the summer(ha)‘s pictures.
Don’t forget you can see ’em bigger by clicking on pictures. Click on the first of a batch to start a followable gallery.
Þrimilce is the Old English version of May: “month in which cows can be milked three times a day.” (Þ is pronounced like ‘th’ in ‘three’)
Most days I only walk up to Deep Lock, back down to town and home.
As usual the pictures are clickable if you want to see bigger versions. I have linked the appropriate Flickr page with each set but there aren’t so many extra ones this time.
Round the pond, train to Kiveton Park, up to the tunnel mouth and back down the canal home.
The canal between the tunnel and Cinderhill is the best bit – no argument. So many boaters are deterred by the sheer number of locks to be negotiated (22!) that they go no further than Shireoaks Marina. Shame 😦
Grebe on the nest
Thrush over the rugby field
Wren with tail cocked
First, round the pond and up to the Lock Keeper, down to town to get a sarnie (real shame that Birds butchers have gone!). Up to the station for the 0914 train. Continue reading →