Wednesday, 30 November 2005
Tuesday, 29 November 2005
Monday, 28 November 2005
Sunday, 27 November 2005
Saturday, 26 November 2005
that's better. I think all those grumpy folk mocking the Bodmin Jam 1000 are being very unfair. The boss says the weatherman forecast snow showers turning to rain. Some shower and no rain! And he says that if you live in Cornwall you know it's going to rain. And how else can we get to Trago Mill. Did Trago shut? I feel that this photo shows me in my more raffish mode, keeping one ear back ay my age is difficult you know.
Friday, 25 November 2005
the boss insisted on just one more snowy lane picture, he thinks the sinuous curves rest easy on the eye. Cornish lanes seem very rounded when you stop and look, maybe it's the way the hedgerows are trimmed (like this earlier post http://tamar-valley-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/cornish-lanes-near-my-house.html ) and more to come.
Who would live anywhere else? It's not exactly a dog's life here.
Thursday, 24 November 2005
talking of nightmares, here are two we met earlier this year, plus lesser spotted heath orchid, wild camera and book on flowers, all in a field of Cornish bladderseed (eaten in this case by the villains in the picture)
good night all
This is the view from the bottom of my garden. Stoke Climsland Church looms over us all sending out ringing messages to the faithful. Lily and Frodo live on Kit Hill (just visible in the background like a great geological breast feeding Cornwall). And there is still no news of the missing ducks. Is there anything that young farmers won't eat? Am I safe?
Autumn is late but now it is deep and colourful, tomorrow it will snow, and everything will stop.
I am looking out of the window, waiting for the snow. It never snows on my birthday.
The boss has fenced us in, who will come and let us out? Lurchers unite, down with 6 foot fences. This is my barkist manifesto. More biscuits, down with the walking classes .... must go, supper is calling
Wednesday, 23 November 2005
Some feathered friends keeping an eye on the big boss down below. These are not the missing ducks. Where are those ducks and does no one care??
This mutilated tree is very photogenic and the boss likes snapping it. Why chop off its head, who is to blame? I want to know.
Tuesday, 22 November 2005
Max is examining this attractive yellow oil can, might as well leave it in the hedgerow as pick it up and take it back. along with the beer bottles, coke cans, take away polystyrene hamburger boxes. How about fining every fast food joint for every item of litter found within, say, ten miles of the premises. it would stop then. And a tenner for every tesco's bag. Or, bright idea, they pay 10p for each one returned?
Or let,s just sod the planet and disappear under a mountain of rubbish.
Monday, 21 November 2005
Saturday, 19 November 2005
Friday, 18 November 2005
who has taken these ducks. The Venterdon Ducklings liked feeding them, the children at Stoke Climsland primary liked feeding them, we liked them. Who stole them and why? What is the point of people who steal ducks? Why is an agricultural college full of students knee deep in beer cans and litter? Spot wants to know. Does anyone at Duchy College care? Is there no hope for you all? Is sociopathy an evolutionary strategy to exploit social cohesion? Why do they have to steal ducks?
Thursday, 17 November 2005
Wednesday, 16 November 2005
I found this pic of a hunk of meat at the bottom of Harriet's basket. Looks kinda moody doesn't he, maybe an Elvis of dogs, or even maybe a Hendrix. Anyway no poodlefaking round here. Apparently his dad can't blog his pictures. When he can we'll name his blog.
Monday, 14 November 2005
I thought I might help out some of the less well favoured blogs (for example see http://frodoandlily.blogspot.com/) by providing pictures of flowers they think they have seen in the woods. According to the boss it was known to the anglo saxons as aelfthone and they used it as a protection against elves; it does not appear to have worked well locally. It is a very small flower and has only two very notched petals. It likes dark woods. At the top left of this pic you can see the seeds covered in bristles which are specially designed for lurcher coats.
here we are, all four of us gobbled up by the beast. Harri is petrified and trembles at the knee at the mere thought of another trip, I simply refuse to get in. This produces a steady supply of gravy bones; with further training the boss may become quite biddable although he is a bit slow at times.
Sunday, 13 November 2005
Saturday, 12 November 2005
we found this lichen on our walk up the hill in Greenscombe woods. It doesn't look anything like my teeth. The boss tells me that dog generally means useless in this context as in no scent like dog rose and dog violet. All that means is that they can't smell them. Actually I think they smell very sweet.
Friday, 11 November 2005
the boss was very pleased to find this, it took him ages to identify it but eventually it turned up in one of his favourite books, Flora Britannica, by Richard Mabey. Poor Mr Mabey got depressed after writing his book. The boss says it's not that surprising because anyone who loves the wild should be feeling down about it just now. I think there are too many of them for the good of the planet. Mind you there are quite a lot of us.
She wouldn't talk to anyone afterwards. This is in a field by the river Inny. In it grow some beautiful double Cuckoo Flowers (Cardamine pratensis). The flowers have many alternative names milkmaids, lady's smock and the double form is rare except around here. Not that mum could give a cuckoo.
It's raining today. Boss says his water rates are far too high, and look at all this water going to waste. You can't see me because I was swept away. Mum says great great great great grandad was an otter hound which is why she can swim like a fish. My family tree is very interesting and includes dear hounds and bedlam terroirs. Dad was a blue whippit (of him more later). Harri's dad was a faroe.