Thursday, May 25, 2017

Stay indoors, Icarus!


  Whether you want it or not, I've just got time for a quick photo-update before the weekend. This edition sees a Monument to Daedalus - as photographed in the gardens atop Castle Mall (Norwich) early on Wednesday morning - and last night's wonderful sunset off the coast here in Cromer.

Monument to Daedalus, by Jonathan Clarke

Bird shit and graffitti are optional extras




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Sunday, May 21, 2017

Breakfast Brings Lifeboats and Cormorants


  With nothing in the larder that I fancied for breakfast this morning, I toddled off into Cromer to see if I could find a nice Danish pastry or something. The unexpectedly pleasant weather meant that I stayed out far longer than I intended. I mean, what did I have to go back so quickly for? Yet more sorting/packing/cleaning and that Trek Art Challenge!

I was just in time to see Cromer inshore lifeboat launched for manoeuvres


Saturday, May 20, 2017

Saturday Drift


  As I have loads to do, what better way to try and forget about it all than to drift around the countryside taking photos? Well, it was sunny and warm - It's supposed to heff it down this afternoon, so I can do all my sorting/packing/cleaning then. 
  Unless I work on my TrekBBS May Art Challenge instead...

First up, I walked up Happy Valley to the cliff top...

... and looked out at the lovely, calm sea

Overstrand beach

Friday, May 19, 2017

An Assortment of Aquilegias

Not to be confused with An Allotment of Aquilegias (from 2015)

  Sticking with the Triffidy theme - though perhaps not quite as monstrous as the churchyard Echiums - may I present the Aquilegias (and other blooms) currently gracing the Gardens (and driveway) of Castlette DeVice:

These blue ones had self-seeded in the shingle by the back door.

These pretty bi-colour ones sprout from a pot of Agapanthus

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Of Bugloss and Blowballs

Or: When the Milk Witch goes to seed...

 No, not me. Although sometimes I do feel as if I'm nearly there...

 The Host went to see Alien: Covenant at the Cromer Regal Movieplex this afternoon, so I went along for the ride as I quite like Alien and Aliens. I didn't like this though. What a load of convoluted, hurried, needlessly shaky, Alien-diluting rubbish!
  I didn't like it either! I'm going to try and erase this from our memories.
 Anyway, on the way back, we walked through Cromer churchyard and marvelled at the Giant Viper's Bugloss (Echium pininana), which is now in flower.



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 Milk Witch is another name for the common dandelion (Taraxacum officinale), a veritable field of which I walked through on my way home. They'd all gone to seed, but weren't quite ready for their seeds to blow away in the wind, so their 'clocks' (I think some of the Americans amongst you may know them as 'blowballs' - Is that right, Maddie?) were all primed and ready to tell the time upon the breaths of the curious.

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 The Host has some more flora photos to share, but he's not yet got around to sorting them out, so they'll have to wait for another day.
 

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Shiver me timbers!


  "Shiver me timbers"? What the hells... It wasn't even cold!
 You know, it's really difficult coming up with a new post title for a load of photos, the subject matter of which has been taken to tedium?! Besides, there's a lot of timber.
  Well, at least I'm doing something. You barely do shit all around here anymore!
 Perhaps if you'd let me use your body a bit more, we could do something worth posting about, instead of all that Star Trek stuff! I mean, when was the last time we went out on Broom? Or got up to a little hocus pocus? Or even popped over the Cusp for an adventure?!
  I've been busy, as well you know. Someone has got to sort all our stuff out before we move.
All your dusty stuff...
Don't you start!
Well, is he going to move all his dust from one house to another again?
  No! The dust has been vacuumed up, so let's just leave it and get on with the show, shall we? Right. Here are some photos from Sunday's walk on the beach:




Thursday, May 11, 2017

Underground Owl


A lot less creepy/trippy than Hound's owls
(9th pic down)
 I had reason to traverse the underpass from St. Stephen's Street to Queens Road (in Norwich) yesterday morning, and was pleasantly surprised to discover that not only did it not smell of wee, but that it had been transformed into an art gallery of sorts. 
 Immediately recalling Hound's recent Free Art Gallery posts, I made an effort to really look at what I was hastily walking past. It wasn't until I got almost to the steps ascending to Queens Road that this rather adorable owl caught my eye:


If I was more awake (and could be bothered to go back), I'd've taken some more photos of other pieces, but I wasn't (and I couldn't), so you'll have to take a look at this Instagram page to see some of the rest.

Saturday, May 06, 2017

Doctor McCoy walks into a bar...


"Pardon me. Coming through."

"A glass of Arcanis Lager while you play with your holographic biplanes, Madam? Sir?"

"Well, tickle my Tribble!"

"Hmm... Only one spare seat and it's in the booth next to that creep surreptitiously eyeing up my favourite waitress."

"I'll have an Altair Water."



  The only reason for this little sequence of movie stills is as an introduction to the video clip, which I've posted purely for the background music*. Or, perhaps I should say: Muzak!
  You see, I've recently purchased the 2010 expanded edition of the Star Trek III: The Search for Spock original motion picture soundtrack, and this bar muzak features on it. Track 16 (disc one) is a medley of three pop standards from the catalogue of the Famous Music Corporation - That Old Black Magic/Tangerine/I Remember You (originally by Johnny Mercer, Harold Arlen & Victor Schertzinger) - rearranged by composer, James Horner, for this scene where Doctor McCoy (while suffering from Spock's mind-meld) tries to charter a space flight to the forbidden Genesis Planet.
  While I am awed and moved by the incredible movie soundtrack, the little (or large, perhaps, as it lasts for over ten minutes) lounge muzak at the end is a delightful finis.
  Plus, it reminds me of The Official Plant-Spotter of Castlette Device and its Extensive Witchdom's (Jon), frequent lounge music offerings! 

 *You can see the full clip from when McCoy enters the bar here - although the quality isn't quite as good, but at least you don't get that Movieclips guff at the end. 

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Monday, May 01, 2017

Bank Holiday Blues*

* Contents and colour may vary. Other colours are available.

 Another Bank Holiday befalls us Brits, so what better way to use up some of the yay-I'm-not-at-work time than to have a quick wander around the countryside?

The bluebells of Smallhopes Hill

Red campion

Death comes quickly/Storksbill (Geranium robertianum), aka "Stinky Bob" in the state of Washington, apparently...

Sunday, April 30, 2017

Systemagic


  Because I've got loads of pots coming to the boil, but none of them actually cooked, I only have time for a quick YouTube assisted post.

  First up: Goldfrapp and their new single Systemagic. Previous Goldfrappery can be found a month ago, here.



 Witches. The lot of them!

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  I've also just discovered that a clip/trailer called The Portal - starring the delicious Tahmoh Penikett - that I first watched three years ago(!), finally has a completed series. So, instead of finishing blog posts, artwork and the like (plus all the day-to-day drudgeries that need doing), I shall inevitably be watching the Riftworld Chronicles (as The Portal is now known).




Sunday, April 23, 2017

Messy Maths


 I've just heard from The Mother that after Indescribable, The Little Witch and Babyzooky came to visit us over Easter, they went to see Indescribable's husband's family. And guess what? Both of his brothers along with a couple of others (wives? children? other family members? - I wasn't paying attention) got the two bob bits!
Thankfully, I don't have any
photos of her other end!
 Indescribable mentioned that Babyzooky had been off her food for a few days and had produced some astoundingly messy nappies (diapers).
 Two and two were put together and the resulting four looks an awful lot like that toxic little scumdrop, Babyzooky, was almost certainly the cause of our Game of Porcelain Thrones over Easter. She is Patient Zero. Our own little Typhoid Mary.
 Indescribable is so proud!

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Garden Photos Event preview


  Somewhat coincidentally, I've just been out in the gardens of Castlette DeVice taking some photos of some of the blooms and new growth, and what do I find upon opening up the blog to deposit them all in? A timely reminder from The Very Mistress for all of us Infomaniac Bitches to prepare for her Seventh Annual Garden Photos Event!

  Well, without further ado, may I present a much more comprehensive (and better, in my opinion) selection of triffids and such than the last lot.  And, may I say, the ferns are not quite as scary/vulgar-looking as Dinahmow's cyclone-surviving ferns...

Gorgeous new growth colour from a fern behind the lake pond, in the shady area. The name of which I don't know because I couldn't be bothered to bend down and look at the label.

Another fern at the back of the garden. This one I appropriated from the woods behind the Castlette a couple of years ago.

Monday, April 17, 2017

Game of Porcelain Thrones


 Oog.  There's a reason I haven't been around much this Easter: Food poisoning!

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 On Thursday, Inexcuseable and I prepared a birthday tea for The Father (it was his birthday on Wednesday, but we were both at work late on the day). It was a bit of a rush job, as I was out with Indescribable all afternoon house hunting (some of the larger ones can get up quite a clip, and the smaller ones are a bugger for finding once they've gone to ground) - she's looking for a place up here on the coast as she's got a new job. 
 When we got back to Castlette DeVice, I bunged a load of potatoes in the oven to bake, then set about decorating the cake I'd made that morning. Meanwhile, Indescribable returned to The Parents' to collect them, The Little Witch (née Babyzilla) and Babyzooky. Inexcuseable then arrived to sort out all the trappings to go with the potatoes (cheese, tuna, salad etc.) and try and wake her husband (who'd been at work since ridiculous-o'clock and, upon returning, immediately fell into a sleep deep enough to inspire a maleficent fairy spurned from a royal christening, or something).

The view west from the clifftop at Trimingham - That's Sidestrand in the distance. Indescribable and I looked at a couple of houses near here.

Mind your step!

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Snippets from the garden


  While I'm waiting for that infernal washing machine to eat another of my socks, I thought I'd have a look at the photos I took of the garden at the weekend. I obviously wasn't paying attention to my pointing and clicking as they were a mess, and with terrible composition and lighting. Certainly not fit for human consumption.
  So, after an awful lot of cropping, I was left with these:

Beautiful red tulips. I'm not a fan of tulips but I do quite like these.

Primulas in the shady patch behind the lake pond.

Sunday, April 09, 2017

"Quickly Brad, there are thousands of lives at stake..."

... On second thoughts, they're only Redshirts.




Who knew Richard Dreyfuss could be so callous?

[Original Close Encounters poster via]

Saturday, April 08, 2017

Twisted Gulls and Groynes


  So. I've been whittling the rest of my photos from Thursday's beach walk down for a while, and the following are those that I'm vaguely satisfied with.
  As you can see, Camera loves a groyne or two (don't we all?) - even the bent ones!

This is the view east towards Sidestrand from the Overstrand beach by the Coast Road promenade...

... and the view back west, having walked a little way

A groyne with a wet end

Thursday, April 06, 2017

Flotsam and Jet Sharks


  Well, perhaps not an actual jet-propelled shark, but it made you look, didn't it?!


A smallspotted catshark. Maybe?
  A surprisingly warm and sunny morning had me yearning for a beach walk to make up for the disappointly overcast one last weekend. In a moment of ibuprofen-fuelled charity*, I rang The Mother and asked if both she and The Father would like to come with me.

  They said "Yes".

  Bugger.

  As it happens, they only made it as far as the third groyne before they'd had enough, and went back for a cup of coffee at the Cliff Top Cafe, leaving me to soldier on alone.

  Yay!

Jets. Not Jet-sharks. Unless...

Saturday, April 01, 2017

Not a Shag to be had


 Poor Dinahmow has been subjected to Goldfrapp and Redshirts, but all she wants is a shag on a groyne.


 It's not too much to ask, surely?

 Well, apparently it is. 

 I popped down to the seafront this morning to find only the barest glimpses of groynes and definitely no shags.




 Or cormorants.

Friday, March 31, 2017

"Life, uh, finds a way..."

... except if you're a Redshirt.



Who knew that Jeff Goldblum could be wrong?


Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Moon In Your Mouth


  Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

  Goldfrapp's new album Silver Eye is out on Friday!!!

  Here's the single "Anymore":



  And here's "Moon In Your Mouth" - no video yet, just the song:



  Happiness abounds!!!

Monday, March 27, 2017

Of Commas and Contrails


  During a busy weekend, I managed to escape certain necessities for an hour and get some fresh air. Amongst all that air were these: 

A lone buzzard circling over the scrub across the road from Castlette DeVice

A comma butterfly basking in the sun - Yes, we had warm sunshine yesterday with more due for the rest of this week!

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Redshirts


Beaky feeding a young Redshirt
  Despite it being just an ordinary day of little consequence, chores still need doing, things still need to be done, and plants, pets and other lifeforms still need to be fed, watered, and the like. 

 A little over a month ago, just after Tim's triumphant half-arsed return to blogging, we reluctantly agreed to look after his minions Army of Darkness, as he clearly couldn't be bothered with them anymore. 
And it's a good job we did, as he hasn't been seen since!
  Yes. Castlette Device and its modest estate is now home to some of the prettiest-
 And stupidest!
  And stupidest cannon fodder ever to grace the small screen: Redshirts!

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Squabble


  Eeeek! I'm falling behind! March is already halfway through and I'm still languishing here as if I've not got through the second week yet! I mean, this time last year, I'd bored you with yet another set of photographs from drifting around the North Norfolk countryside, with a further batch hot lukewarm on their tails. And what have I got? Nothing.

  Nothing except for a short list of books that I've read since the last book update.
 Yeah, and you're behind on them too, as you didn't publish a book post in February!
Because he hadn't finished enough to warrant a post. Lazy sod.
  Hey! I've been busy with other things.
  How dare you! That orb and gown were veritable masterpieces! Plus, they were very well received.
 Ha! How much did you have to pay the reviewers?
  Right. That's enough from you. Why don't you two go and plan our next jaunt over the Cusp?
And, preferably get lost there!
  That'd be nice... Anyway: Books. After all the excitement of looking at other peoples bookcases, actually reading the books has been a bit of a slog (except for the always delightful Trillions). Here's what I've read since January:

6. Headlong Flight (Star Trek: The Next Generation), by Dayton Ward

7. Trillions, by Nicholas Fisk

8. The Deep Range, by Arthur C. Clarke

9. A Fall of Moondust, by Arthur C. Clarke

10. The Long Mirage (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine), by David R. George III

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  That's it for now. I'm going out for a walk while the sun's out. Then I might make a start on this month's Star Trek Art Challenge. Maybe...

  See you later!

A boat I saw last weekend.
Posted here for no reason other than there's nowhere else for it to go.


Sunday, March 12, 2017

Nothing you haven't seen before...


  Yes. Yet more photos from Sidestrand, Overstrand, and Cromer beaches. The ones I kind of threatened you with last weekend.

Here we are on Sidestrand beach...

... looking East towards Trimingham with nary a soul (nor groyne) in sight.

The chalk beds have been exposed - this is what happens sans groynes!

Thursday, March 09, 2017

"Pamela Anderson will not be invited."*


  Good news everybody! Ms Scarlet in the Pantry with the Can-Opener, the unofficial and unauthorised biography of our very own Ms Scarlet is published today - Just in time for her birthday!

  And, being the attentive and sharing witch that I am, I have at my disposal an exclusive excerpt from chapter ten "A Day In The Life". You won't find this using amuze.bouke.cusp's 'Look Inside' feature!

  As always, just click the pics to embigulate to, if not prodigious, then at least quite large (and readable) proportions.

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The most hideous painting in the world - Courtesy of original Coven founder member, Dora
For those not in the know, may I present: Lakeland