You Know When You’re Getting Old #179: You go to a gig, find yourself surprised how old everyone seems, and then realise that they’re your contemporaries…
December was a quiet month, at least photographically speaking. The only daylight I saw during the week was through the office window, and even at the weekend the days were short and typically gloomy. I have three unfinished rolls of film in three different cameras, desperate for opportunities to be used up.
Basil The Border Collie came to stay for a few days. He may be smart and agile, but in a play flight his considered and tactical approach is no match for Coco’s somewhat less thoughtful blunderbuss routine.
In this month’s Chicken News, I’m very excited to report that all four ladies are now laying. And best of all, Beaker has fulfilled her destiny. As a Skyline she had an 80% chance that her eggs would be blue. And so they are. Nice one Beaker. You just need to sort out your ridiculous floppy comb now.
I’ve got the ladies eating out of my hand. There’s a first…
Beaker and her comedy comb:
November’s round-up of random bits and pieces…
OK, so strictly speaking these two are from the end of October, but any pics of Ella are worth including.
My mum & niece
I went to visit my mum in Herefordshire. It’s great walking country, even in the mist and rain.
Coco & Daisy both seemed to have perfected the stare that somehow makes me feel guilty, even though I don’t know why.
Dobble is apparently all the rage with the kids, although by the time I’ve heard of something it’s normally deader than disco.
This month’s chickens news is much the same as the last month’s: Domino and Dorothy are laying; Bluebell and Beaker need to get their finger out. Possibly quite literally…
November hasn’t disappointed; the weather’s been as completely grey and miserable as you’d expect for this time of year. But it still can surprise from time to time, and in the middle of the month was an uncharastically spectacular weekend of sunshine. We took a long walk with Coco The Cocker in the South Downs.
I’m thinking maybe Bo & Luke Duke live here….
The last time in I was in Glastonbury was way back in 1986 for the renowned music festival. Except that’s not strictly true, because the festival actually takes place seven miles down the road in the village of Pilton. Nevertheless, the town of Glastonbury appears to be populated by people who got lost on their way back from the festival sometime in the mid 1970s. They clearly drifted along in a haze of weed and never got up the energy to leave. The town itself is peppered with hippy-dippy shops selling everything from wholemeal sandals to organic tie-dye chakras. But our main motivation for visiting was to climb to the top of Glastonbury Tor and see the remnants of the ancient church. The original wooden church was apparently destroyed by an earthquake in 1275. The stone church of St Michael’s church was built on the same site in the 14th century, but all that currently remains is the roofless tower. But it’s certainly worth the trek.