Apart from the horror of the word, let’s pause to consider the sheer madness involved in reintroducing species which man deliberately wiped out long ago.
I like the article’s final line: ‘The Scottish government has said there are no plans to reintroduce large predators’.
But what about fish? The little Sturgeon is quite enough, thank you; not to mention the untameable Salmond.
It’s Jazz’s idea. Pick those blooms, find that vase, compose that floral decoration, snap that pic, post it here.
Simples, huh?
Some of the promised weekend visitors strutted their stuff among the sunseekers by the seaside on Saturday, revving in unison and exerting their peer pressure on anyone caring to watch.
Anyway, here’s a memento of our little holiday sojourn.
My fifteen year old granddaughter has her GCSE results – excellent stuff, luv!
Over here, the silence of the beechwoods will be shattered by the attentions of 200 bikers who can’t resist temptation to camp nearby.
But summer has also appeared!
So we’re off for the weekend. Seeya!
It’s true, doesn’t matter if it is lumbago, rheumatism, arthritis, sciatica or a bout of the gout this is guaranteed to cure the lot in two days.
Firewood, cut it, split it, stack it on the woodpile.
There are three trees worth here, a Hickory, an Oak and a Maple, all hardwoods, probably totaling about three cords when cut and stacked, seasoned it should weigh about six tons, wet as it is it probably weighs twice that. The big stuff with the dark heartwood is the hickory. Bitternut is the variety that grows around here and it is very heavy wood, and one of the best in terms of heat content for firewood.
Continue reading “The Wattage Two Day Cure for all Ailments”
Cold here today, -20 C at 7am when I went to breakfast. Not often we get that kind of cold and it sounds like it might be around for a while. Creek is frozen right to the middle and the only open water is where the ice eater is working around the pilings.
Nice? I thought so, not my picture, taken by the organizer of the “Downrigging Weekend” in Chestertown, Maryland, an annual event for wooden boats and tall ships. I like the remains of the morning mist drifting off to the right. Continue reading “Maritime Picture for the Weekend”
Is this not a wonderful photo? I just had to share.
It was on the front page of one of my Sunday reads today, it was accompanied by an article explaining that Kruger are relocating over a thousand rhino from ‘high risk’ areas (read close to Mozambique border) to other parts of the park, other parts of the country and even other countries (Botswana and Namibia were mentioned.) Good luck to them.
There was more good news on my 1 o’clock news bulletin. Continue reading “Relocating Rhino”
I was reminded of this epic video this week. I know that it’s rather lengthy (8 mins) but if you have a bit of spare time this weekend it’s well worth a watch.
Well that’s what I’m telling people.
It happened two Sundays back about eleven in the morning.
I was working on the boat, tearing out and replacing old waste water piping. Most of the pipe is in the bilge, not the healthiest spot in which to spend time, and I was lying on the galley floor reaching into the void to thread some more pipe when I must have kicked the companionway steps. The steps are a heavy wooden four step flight that mount into clips on the bulkhead and have pegs that drop into holes in the deck. Having done what was needed below I needed to climb the steps into the main cabin.
Thinking only of the next job I was off up the steps, well I got to the top when they let go, sliding down the bulkhead and onto the galley floor. My left leg caught the left mounting clip, opening up an seven-inch gash from ankle to mid calf. It felt as if I had been hit in the leg with a hammer, and my first thought was “I’m going to have quite a bruise there”. Then I saw the extent of the damage, kind of like a busted watermelon. I took off my dirty gloves and pushed the wound shut with both hands to see if it was something I could fix with a few band-aids or some electricians tape, but it was clearly beyond that. I took off my t-shirt and tied it around the leg and started off the boat, up the dock and into the house in a kind of Quasimodo hobble. Nobody home of course, and as far as I could see, nobody on the creek.
(There are pictures coming up, if you do not wish to see them STOP NOW.)
Continue reading “Shark Attack, with pictures. Not for the squeamish.”
Boadicea's Chariot 
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