three visitors

first a fat hen pheasant, then

a fat rook


then a young jackdaw.

come to my party

how do they know it's my birthday, I haven't told anyone. And I hear that there is an enormous celebrity opening the fete. Could it be me? It must be, surely. And there's a special screen saver with lots of these pictures on sale on a CD. Fame!

Blair's rain

these daisies are out everywhere. One small detail should suggest that this is out of the family archive. Will it rain on my party? Will it ever stop raining?
was this poem written by a Cornishman?
"All b****y clouds, and b****y rains,No b****y kerbs, no b****y drains,The Council's got no b****y brains,In b****y ........... ." (Put in your own wettest place). Thank you Hamish.

stannary towns I know

Tavistock from Kit Hill, Dartmoor in the background. Terrano somewhere in the centre of the universe. Pylon marks Spot. Aren't England and Cornwall green and pleasant lands? Plenty for those of us "chewing on a grassy blade" like http://duckyouduckme.blogspot.com/

Kit Hill

Kit Hill is still very bleak at the moment. Everything has stopped growing again except grass. This stack is visible for hundreds of square miles around here, and is strangely iconic for the hidden secrets of the Tamar valley.

Kit Hill twinkles

further to my reflections on the Terrano (our four wheel drive monster) you will notice that there appear to be stars in the water. Is this another galaxy? Is this more evidence for alternative lurcher universes where I am called Blaze and was invited to THE party? It reminds me somehow of the snow last year (see http://tamar-valley-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/twigs.html )