Wednesday, March 14, 2018
Sunday, March 11, 2018
In response to Savannah's wielding of the PEEPS Contest reins, may I present:
Jelly Babies from the Black Lagoon!
Meet Baby Blackheart, Baby Terror-Tummy, Cry Baby, Scar Baby, Baby Bear Attack Victim and their cohorts as they emerge from their watery lair and embark on a hunt for prey:
Friday, March 09, 2018
Continued (sort of) from In Space, No-one Can Hear You Peep
Ms Scarlet sighed for what felt like the fiftieth time, peeled back the cuff of her mitten and looked at her watch. Again. He was now even more late.
"Hmmmm..." she said, then having given the sky another once over, Ms Scarlet turned on her Wellington booted heel and went back indoors. Sidney followed her with an expectant look on his face. The look soon faded when his mistress disappeared into the bathroom rather than the kitchen - there weren't any treats in there.
After an almost dainty grunt followed by what sounded like dozens of spoonfuls of trifle being scooped out of a bowl in quick succession, Ms Scarlet came out brandishing the octopus sucker bath mat. Sid's ears drooped. Definitely not a treat.
"Some birthday this is turning out to be. I shall have to find my own way to Lake Como now, Sidney" she said, laying the bath mat down on the carpet. "I hope this thing works."
Tuesday, March 06, 2018
This past weekend might as well not have happened. I'll spare you the details as I don't want to remember it.
However, I did manage to escape for an hour on Sunday with the excuse that I had to give Car a run as the snow had mostly melted and the roads were clear (poor Car had been sitting under a blanket of snow for half the week). We drove along the coast to Happisburgh (pronounced Haysbruh) and spent five minutes at the lighthouse before deciding it was too windy and overcast to walk on the beach and driving home again.
|Happisburgh Lighthouse - once repainted by Anneka Rice and her "Challenge Anneka" team.|
Saturday, March 03, 2018
One good thing about all this snow: Beaky's to-ing and fro-ing is very evident, so one can easily evade him!
The following photos are from Wednesday lunchtime, after our first proper snowfall of the season. I didn't go far - only to the promenade and back - because it was a tad on the cold side.
|Snowfall over the sea|
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Two inches of snow might as well be two feet. As far as Château DeVice is concerned, this is enough not to risk going to work. The fact that the main roads may be relatively clear is neither here nor there - I'm not walking up the road to check them just in case they are clear. Although, Château DeVice has been invaded by sisters, nieces and nephew, so I've escaped upstairs to construct this post, and I'm actively considering going to work to get away from it all once this has been posted!
Anyway, here are the snowbirds:
|Here's Beaky lurking amongst the plant pots|
Sunday, February 25, 2018
I've been thinking about reading recently. This thinking was spurred on by the Host's recent post concerning half-remembered books that may or may not exist. And what I'm thinking is: I should really be reading rather than thinking about reading. Especially as I haven't actually read a book since November's The Very Mistress MJ Diari-
Doesn't count! It's mostly pictures.
Well, what about back in October when I read Delilah Smythe's Pulverised Pumpkins?
No. Deciphering second-hand recipes from the "words" that vindictive cow has strung together using profanities is not reading!
When did we read Anne McCaffrey's The Rowan, then?
"We" didn't read it - I did! You got irritated and restless with the Rowan's caterwauling when she got swept up in that mudslide only a few pages in, and disappeared to torment Beaky, as I recall. And I read that this year. Back in January.
No. Mostly me again. And that doesn't count either as we only looked at the Night Sky chapter for the constellations.
Fine. So I haven't read a book in an age. But other than The Rowan, you haven't either!
Well, no. Ah... It's just that... Well, since November, Evil Edna has been full of great shows that need watching...
Sunday, February 18, 2018
Saturday, February 17, 2018
|I've always liked the look of Scots Pines|
These few (centre) just East of Sidestrand Church
always garner a second glance
Needless to say, I took a load of photographs (many of them quite appalling due to the bright sunshine - Camera doesn't seem to do so well in direct sunlight), some of which almost match up to those I took back in July for the August Clifftop Calamities posts. For your convenience, below, I have posted Thursday's photos with their corresponding July shots beneath them so you can contrast and compare. Even if I hadn't pointed out which is which, you can easily tell because the July shots are the ones full of cloud, as is typical of a Great British Summer.
|At the top of Tower Lane looking back towards Overstrand|
Despite being the middle of Winter, it doesn't look bad
|Almost the same shot from mid-Summer|
Thursday, February 15, 2018
◁◁DING DONG▷▷ ◁◁DING DONG▷▷
Clearly there is.Hang on! Hang on. I'm coming...
Oh. Hello Hercules. Mind your lyre on the door frame as you come in. And I expect you'd better bring your swan in, too, as there's a hungry-looking dragon and a fox loitering in the driveway. Not to mention that creepy Tripod lurking on the corner near the Nightship stop...
|This Tripod is a perv - it peers through the window of the Smallest Room|
For those who need to know, this is how the view from my front door looked before my eyes had adjusted to the dark:
What awaits you when you open your front doors?
Sunday, February 11, 2018
|Cover via Turn to 400|
I've googled (and "Bing"ed) until my fingers are bleeding and sore, and I've even resorted to asking both Indescribable (an avid reader) and Inexcuseable (good memory), but neither was of much use - Indescribable thinks these weren't children's books, but stories for adults (especially the "Death of Adults" one, see below), and Inexcuseable thinks these were all dreams I had. Useless!
Anyway, the following are the stories that I'm most curious about. I don't know what the book titles are, or who wrote them, or whether they're short stories, novels, one of a series etc. or whether they are for children or adults (although, despite what Indescribable says, I'm leaning towards "for children").
♗ "Maxi and the Magician"
A tiny boy, maybe an inch or two tall, and a normal-sized male magician. They are a double act - Maxi helping the magician with his illusions - and a family (child and guardian). Maxi is carried around in the magician's pocket.
In one story, Maxi becomes normal-sized but is not recognised by the magician (who may have another tiny child in place of Maxi). I think this may have been Maxi's dream because I seem to remember him telling the magician about how scared and lonely he felt as a normal-sized boy.
Saturday, February 10, 2018
|The view East from the cliff-top|
As luck would have it, Thursday morning saw temperatures low enough so that Overstrand Beach had something different on show: Ice!
Before you jump to the wrong conclusion, I don't mean that the sea had frozen - the temperature wasn't Canadian Winter cold - no, the ice was from the fresh water that seeps out of the cliffs and across the sand. So, this selection of photos, while including some familiar sights, does have something different from all the other beach photos I've bombarded you with over the years.
|"Oh, it's you again. Keep the noise down as we're trying to sleep."|
|What can be seen through this overgrown orifice?|