Friday, March 31, 2006
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Spring has been very slow in coming this year. These are some small native Cornish daffodils, growing right where the Inny runs into the Tamar (the river in the background) near where we saw the multiple snowdrops (see February)
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
mum receiving some affection. I should point out that the only things edible in this picture are the gardening gloves on the table. Boss's hole in one ball is apparently inedible although he has never allowed us to test this out. Have thought about eating bird table.
Monday, March 20, 2006
goodbye Morocco, hello world. Fiona and John came to stay for a week and we were very sorry to see them go only for old grumpy to come back. Now there's no more jumping up, running about barking or refusing to get into cars. I will persuade boss to get out and start snapping, so to speak, away.
I'm back !!!!!
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Hip hip hooray, it's our holiday, Fiona and John have sent Mum and Dad to Agadir and are coming to stay in my house. That means lots of treats and walks and birthdays and NO discipline for weeks and weeks and weeks. They treat us like puppies.
Unfortunately I will not be able to blog for a bit, but there we are.
ps this is where I went for my first serious attempt at drowning, between Luckett and Latchley. I'll be back on 20/3/06, so don't miss it. LOVE Spot and H
Monday, March 06, 2006
which is more than can be said for the young people who go to Duchy college. This is the little lane that runs between the Post office and the college. It is full of litter, dropped as the last crisp goes into the gob, thus establishing a neat distribution curve, along the lane, of time against size of packet. They even bother to stuff the cans in the hedgerows, presumably it is easier to see them at eye level to check they are still there. What is wrong with human young? Agricultural students? Rubbish, I say.
Friday, March 03, 2006
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
We don't do Devon much, Cornwall is enough for most lurchers, but the moor looks very pretty with a little snow on it, and the village of Sydenham Damerel in the foreground on the other side of the valley. And the radio mast which sends instructions to everyone in Devon according to the boss. Very cold this morning.