
Coe save our spacious lanes –
Only for famous names –
Coe save our lanes.
Help us drive citius,
Too fast for cab or bus –
Why all the bloomin’ fuss?
Coe save our lanes. Continue reading “An Olympic anthem”

Coe save our spacious lanes –
Only for famous names –
Coe save our lanes.
Help us drive citius,
Too fast for cab or bus –
Why all the bloomin’ fuss?
Coe save our lanes. Continue reading “An Olympic anthem”
I have been away, in the sun. How wonderful. But back in the UK last night I’m had to put on long trousers, a jumper and my socks plus slippers, while I browsed the holiday photos.
It was actually dry as we landed at Heathrow yesterday afternoon, but we’d only been home half an hour when the drizzle started. Then the drizzle turned heavier and the possibility of cutting the rather lush grass turned into an impossibility.
Hey ho.
We stayed in the mountains up behind Nice, high up, in a small village. It was so beautiful. This was the view, on the first morning, which was a little cloudy. After the second day the clouds cleared.

Continue reading “What’s the weather like? Photo competition 29”
A Modest Proposal, with profuse apologies to Jonathan Swift

“A modest proposal for preventing the children of poor people in Ireland from being a burden to their parents or country, and for making them beneficial to the public”
The Irish problem could be solved, there’s quite a simple cure,
By dining on the offspring of the nation’s poor.
Oven-ready babies could be sold when weaned,
They’d fetch a fortune so I‘m told; ten shillings maybe more.

Wiki: Artist, Ian Hornak
Foaled in blood, and blessed with wings,
where’er he lights sweet water springs.
Thus, every ringing strike of hooves
his true Divinity he proves.
After much debate and heartache, Oscar’s off to the big London show
the question we ask ourselves now, how fast and far can he really go?
He’s running the four hundred and the four by four
Fate dealt a cruel cruel blow, not set back by that score
With a buffalo’s grit, the heart of ten lions
we’ll see him compete with fellow Olympians
There is of course, more to The Games, than just winning
respect, treatment as a fellow human being
I’m sure he’ll reminisce as he grows old
of that day, he pulled on the green and gold

So there we were, (yes, we have a panel) four of us mulling over the entries for our current photo competition.
A fine selection of entries indeed. As per my intention subjects were varied and imaginations tested.
After much debate and consideration we had a split decision!… Continue reading “Results of Photo Competition No. 28”

There once was a nondescript swift
(Try this after several glasses)
Whose antics left other swifts miffed,
In partic’lar the swift upper classes.
Problem was: he didn’t do swooping
Or hanging round roof-eaves or gables.
And nest-boxes left his wings drooping,
Like the corners of cloths on fine tables. Continue reading “The renegade swift”


Only 24 hours left for you to dedicate a few well-chosen words to a loved or hated one. So far we have seven worthy entries for the contest, representing a wide spectrum of styles, emotions and of course pets.
If you’ll be the laureate
Then you can’t procrastinate!
PS Extra kudos for poets who can name Andy Murray’s dog
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