I’ve been lucky to avoid taking medication until recently when I was obliged to start on some to get rid of an infection. As a bit of light reading I took a glance at the side effects for these anti biotics which were going to rescue me from pain and discomfort. Who writes this stuff? It’s all very careful and as a result I was tempted to the following a cartoon. Laughter being the best medicine and it’s the only one with multiple side effects that are not remotely harmful apart from deep guffawing which might put your back out, but a good sneeze can do that too.
Howard Hughes the American entrepreneur who alledgedly went a bit of the rails later in his life, invented a plane which was nicknamed ” The Spruce Goose”. It was apparently huge, made of wood, and did fly now and again. I wonder if Hughes was inspired by the pigeons on an allotment plot. The beasts that frequent my allotment are more than well fed. Only American Style Federal Penitentiary style protection will save crop from decimation.
These pigeons are so big they can barely take off, and it looks like quite a lot of effort goes into getting them up to a reasonable flying height. With their guts full of not just mine, but other plotters produce.
This is a drawing done for a small book I’m working on for my grandchildren, all about the monsters on the plot. It’s intended to be in colour in due course, but I always like doing the line bit as it’s all without computer. I’ll be posting more of them as we go along and might post the odd spread from the book.
This one inspired from a recent visit when one of these beasts seemed to be flapping in a panic to get way from an empty plastic bottle on top of a cane that had spooked him. Once in the air they fly and swoop like swallows, it’s just that take off and landing can be a problem with all that excess weight of my vegetables.
You’ve heard the excuses and you just know it does not ring true. In the case of Dominic Cummings here in the UK, he broke the lockdown that he himself had advised on. He came up with the very feeblest of excuses which included testing his eyesight by driving to Barnard Castle. It was even worse than the dog ate my homework as in his case he cannot find the word sorry in his dictionary. So we are adding a new word to the dictionary. The word: a noun, is Barnard Castle, and I’m sorry for anyone living there that from now on it means something else.
This graphic and others explaining the use of the word is now available on Red Bubble on everything from T shirts to facemarks. Lets get the word adopted into the English language so that no-one forgets what a feeble excuse looks like.
A day out by the River Severn at a social distance from my good friend and melodeon player Robin Burton. We had a programme, song first, then a circular walk from the Old Passage Inn on the banks of the Severn. A light lunch on the banks of the river, complete with a small glass of Stroud Brewery Tom Long Bitter beer, before turning back to the village of Arlingham, and then back to the cars at the Inn. Another great day out and a fine rendition of what sounds a tad like a sea shanty but isn’t, and is in fact a modern song.
I’d recommend singing by a river to anyone. I chose not to join in on this one, apart from a grumble about a helicopter coming to spoil the peace at the end. Enjoy.
I could not wait to publish this, so apologies for leaving in my unintended intro and my comment at the end about the helicopter. The middle bit needs no cutting.
This impressive barn was on our track back and in the village, it looked like it has been abandoned, broken doors and no sign of the animals, just what they left behind. Rather a sad site really. The wagtails liked it though.
In these times of lockdown, now being relaxed, so a sort of parole where the parole board are a bunch of people who should really be locked up, I’ve taken to fish.
I was used to buying fish from the supermarket, but as I’m not visiting these places any more and will try not to for many months now, I had to look for another fish source. Fish sauce? No stop it.
Some of the country’s best fish comes from Cornwall and I found a supplier who said they would send me a box of fresh fish and would deliver the next day. I was not disappointed. The fish was simply superb, and what we did not eat then could easily be frozen on the day. It came packed in a polystyrene box with ice bags and insulation inside, and it came the next day. I told my sister in law all about it and as a treat ordered a box for her. This is when this starts to unravel. She lives in Shropshire, not the dark side of the moon, but a bit out of the way. My order came as promised the next day. Her order did not turn up. She’d taken the day off work to receive it.
I don’t normally spend my days watching parcels on tracking ‘wotsits’ but was obliged to do this now. The fish, both hers and mine left Cornwall, drove past the end of my road in Gloucestershire, and went to Newcastle. That’s around 400 miles. Mine then turned around and swam back to Gloucestershire, another 250 miles. Hers stopped in Kidderminster for the night: 230 miles before its eventual delivery the next day to Shropshire, another 45 miles.
She, wisely, thought better of eating the fish. Our was fine, delicious. Despite this I have had second thoughts about buying fish from the same….source. The suppliers tell me they send fresh fish to Dubai, and that it arrives within 72 hours and is fine. Both these facts are madness really. I’m sure the fish they send to Dubai arrives and is edible, I know the fish sent to me has been superb, but I just can’t bring myself to make these fillets go all that way to get to me. It’s all just too far fetched.