It’s still September

If I’m not careful I’ll catch up with myself, blogging at this rate.

Tuesday 20th September ’16

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

Mapping my walking

Got a new “smart”phone so I’m using map my walklink – a GPS tracking system that’s supposed to let you monitor your fitness. Anyone who knows me knows that fitness ain’t exactly my thang so I’m using it as much as an aide-memoire as anything.

Most of it’ll be my daily walk to town for cat food – you know I’ve four of the monsters, don’t you?
I go the long way round usually – around the north side of the pond, up t’ canal to the Lock Keeper (pub), down canal to town & back via canal and south side of the pond. I’ll link walks and use MMW mileage to show the link in future.
Dunno if there’s other “aps” that do similar but this one seems to do the job. Just gotta work out how to GPS stamp my pics in camera (gizmo from Nikon costs a bloody fortune!) and all will be good.

The eleventh of January was Saturday and apparently I went to town twice although I don’t recall it.
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October, week the second

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Tuesday eighth of October

Dunno if that’s a rush, reed or grass. 🙂
Grebe parent with a fish and junior hurrying to grab a beakfull. Can’t be long before they get kicked out now.
One of the last peacocks.
Ian’s dog in the Ryton and willow leaves showing their silvery undersides in the wind.
Great crested grebe parent and child. Is there a way of telling the gender of grebes?


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