I wanted to post something else, but my innate laziness kicked in, so you're going to have to put up with this.
After a whole morning yesterday - and half the afternoon - spent gazing into the depths of the Demonbox and eating fruit jellies and chocolate, I hauled my carcass out the door and into the woods behind Castlette DeVice for some fresh air. I didn't go far, only venturing on to Smallhopes Hill, and didn't even take any photos of note, but, as I have a conspicuous absence of anything else to post at the mo, I'm going to show you, anyway.
|The two halves of a flint stone. One of them was lodged in a tree branch, the other was on the ground further up the hill. I'm suspecting human intervention...|
|The whole flint|
|Just a small marker sigil I left|
|These are the saggy remains of a boundary marker sigil I left back in January.|
As it's not completely ruined, I imagine the sagginess is as a result of the local wildlife
(mainly deer, as it's right next to a deer path), rather than humans
|This is the same sigil back in January. The 'before', if you will...|
|That scary pillbox|
|A witch wringer - one of those that I first reported on here|
|Bloody hells! Unicorn hoof prints. I hope we're not going to get an infestation...|
|Another witch wringer. This one is closer to home - I can't believe I missed it before.|
I hope they're not very slowly sneaking up on me?
|The sneaky witch wringer and some bracket fungi|
|A horridly lit, blurry mess of the undersides of the bracket fungus.|
I really do need to get a new camera as Phone is only any good in a select few conditions
There. That's that done.
Oh, and just a few updates from the last few days:
Wednesday : Drove down to Indescribable's to do some decorating. She's eight months pregnant (and the size of a small planet), and is in the process of preparing her home for the imminent arrival. Most of it's done - gathering the sacrificial virgins, terrorising the villagers, putting rubber sheets and tarpaulins down - you know, the usual stuff. However, her and her husband need to move Babyzilla out of the nursery so that whatever monstrous creature emerges from Indescribable can be locked away in there. This means that bedrooms need decorating, and with her husband's time limited, I "volunteered" to help out.
Thursday : Finished glossing the woodwork that I'd primed the day before, went with Indescribable to pick Babyzilla up from pre-school, then drove back up to Norfolk and home.
Friday : Car got clonked (again)! I'd driven in to Norwich for work, parked Car in a residential street just around the corner form where I usually park (there were no other spaces available), and toddled off to work. When I got back at about 5:40pm, I was greeted by a young man who admitted to scraping Car's right flank with his hired van. Luckily, the hire company's insurance should sort all this out.
Saturday : Other than the lazy walkies, in the evening I went out with some friends for a meal at the Recruiting Sergeant in Coltishall. There was no waiting around: drinks were administered (I had Hendricks G&T with cumcubis*) and orders taken. The food was served quickly - in very large portions - and was delicious (I had a warm brie, bacon, avocado & new potato salad to start, and fish pie as a main course). Despite the noise (it was very loud - the acoustics were horrendous which made everyone seem like they were shouting), we managed to hold several conversations and catch up with what we'd all been doing, as well as reminisce on old times.
Sunday (today) : As it's a reasonably nice day (so far), I'm going to potter around the garden for a bit. Other than that, I have no other plans. Yay!
* The late SP's word for 'cucumber'.