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”.
More of the same,
Don’t forget to click on pics to see ’em bigger.
Walk to Lindrick DaleGoogle map. Round the pond, up to Cinderhill via Shireoaks Woodlands (tip), across to Brancliffe Farm, Moses Seat and Lindrick Dale then round back down the canal via Fan Field Farm and Thorpe and Turnerwood locks. Had the obligatory ice cream cornet at Turnerwood; I must photograph one sometime.
You know what’s coming don’t you?
Just pics of the pond and canal.
May – second chunk
Deep lock and back is all.
“The Nobby Ferchar”
Tatty Speckled Wood
Orange tips are increasingly common.
Now here’s a boat name I’ve not come across before: “The Nobby Ferchar”.
The speckled wood was rather battered – presume it was an overwinterer.
Blackbirds are so common that I don’t often snap ’em but this one posed. Continue reading →
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 →