Sunday saw a lunchtime, post-rain wander up Tower Lane, across the field and down the road to the skewed railway bridge, across to Madams Lane, then back home. Along the way, various things caught my attention, including these closed bindweed flowers on the right which look like they're holding hands.
There were also, baby toads (some of which may have been trampled underfoot - oops!), that mossy post again, a dead tree that Beaky guards for some reason I've yet to fathom, butterflies, and - once home - a bloody massive bumblebee!
~o~
But before diving in, I started a spiral of stones on the revetment steps I was perched on (I had to wait for a dog-walking couple to bugger off out of sight before I got into my trunks - I didn't want to repulse/terrify/blind them).
Aprés swim, I found a belemnite and started doodling Vulcan calligraphy in the sand.
And then it got serious...
(As well as the belemnite, I also used a crab's leg to score finer lines - see the final beach pic below)
~o~
And then there was cake!
Well, the cake was actually from Tuesday (Inexcuseable's birthday). Apocalypse Oven behaved itself and managed to produce a rather splendid chocolate cake (if I do say so myself). I'd bought a box of Ferrero Rocher to go with it, but fearing that Inexcuseable might scoff the lot herself (she is rather partial), I opened it up and plopped them all on the cake, thus guaranteeing that I'd get at least one. Clever, eh?
Full disclosure: I had two! And managed to wangle another slice today!
What a perfect use for Ferrero Rocher chocolates! The cake does look splendid. I am now awaiting my invitation to tea, and I expect the invitation to be written in glorious Vulcan calligraphy. Some say I expect too much.
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"Too much" would be expecting to be wafted here upon T'Lar's sedan chair by three stern Vulcans and a smirking one.
DeleteSquished toads! Butterflies! Klingon sand-art! Cake! Only you could bring all these together in one place, dear... Jx
ReplyDeleteYou should see the end-result-potion that Cauldron concocts with them!
DeleteOMG!!!!! THAT CAKE!!!!!! And just WHAT did you use to write in the and with????
ReplyDeleteAs always the pictures are happy inducing. We must be on the same wave length again. Som of your pictures look like those from my mountain trip this week I posted about. I love a good moss covered, anything, really.
Oh, I've just come from your Mountain Trip post! I won't repeat what I said there, however ;)
DeleteFear not, I don't have sand in inappropriate places.
That cake should be in a refrigerated display cabinet at the Cafe de Paris Puerto de la Cruz, Tenerife for people to marvel and gasp over.
ReplyDeleteWhy, thank you (I think), Mitzi. Although, I should like a proper film maker to capture my cake on video - Francois Truffaut, perhaps? Or Stanley Kubrick, maybe? - not some yob who's only just got up at 4:30 in the afternoon and wandered out to see what's for breakfast...
DeleteYour talents are quite impressive darling!
ReplyDeleteWhy, thank you too, Norma. Toad Trampling is a forgotten art, it seems. It's nice to be recognised for it!
DeleteNorma dear,
DeleteTalents are, as talents do.
Pipe your nips with frosting gel goo.
Fringe dangles, quick to sway,
We sniff the grime of your serving tray.
For while others serve the finest cakes,
yours get scraped with hoes and rakes.
Chocolate goodness explicable indeed!
Such men and flavor feed our need.
DeVice demurs with wit and grace,
protein streaked powder covers your face.
What you'll do, and who for sure,
street walker rejects as homme du jour.
Inexplicable has standards, oh so high,
you, a sperm bank on each inner thigh.
So frost if you're frosty,
your cakes go uncut.
His slices devoured,
celebrated from lips to gut.
Oh, I'm overcome! To be immortalised in a "Norma, dear" verse, by Testosterone, is the highlight of my summer!
DeleteOh! My! Stars! When I saw the title I thought Scarlet was involved.But wait! You're too far from each other for tiffins and I'm sure neither of you would risk the germy hordes for a tea party.
ReplyDeleteAs for your BIG bumble...I think you just want to get one-up on my BIG spider.
I love the sand art.Of course.And Jon is quite right-no one else could put together such an elegant combo.
Oh, I would love to have a tea party with Ms Scarlet - well, with everyone here, really. One day, when Car's feeling up to it and the Germy Hordes have subsided - and whether Ms Scarlet's up for it or not - I shall make the long journey west...
DeletePerhaps between us, we can raise an army of giant bugs and take over the world?! Mwah hah hah hah haaaaa!
The stuff of horror movies. We could be onto a winner..."Hubble bubble[evil cackle] toil and trouble..."
DeleteI was going to comment about how much I like bindweed, the cake, and what Beaky told me about the tree. But hold on, you actually get naked on the beach so that anybody could see?
ReplyDeleteThat explains much of what Beaky says!
I wouldn't believe a word that Beaky says, if I were you. He's a deceitful, stirring little manipulator!
DeleteHowever, yes, I do get naked - extremely briefly - on the beach. While wrapped/draped in a towel. And hidden behind a groyne. Even when no one else's there.
P.S. I like that big bindweed too. Those huge trumpet-like flowers are beautiful.
P.P.S. You realise that if left to its own devices, even for a short while - bindweed would swamp brick & concrete Birmingham until it was just a huge, undulating mound of greenery?
DeleteI do, actually, although it would have to fight the buddleia.
DeleteI won't believe what Beaky told me about your love truncheon either 😳
Oh, yes, the ubiquitous buddleia... Still, the bees and butterflies will be OK in the Green Apocalypse.
DeleteAnd that's very gracious of you to disregard Beaky's scurrilous tales. Besides, he hasn't seen it.
Although I have stuck my phalanges up at him many a time...
Very Roccoco these Vulcans, frisky folks frolicing, I understand.
ReplyDeleteYou must be recalling the Rumarie, dear Mago?
DeleteConsider yourself lucky that nobody sat on the cake.
ReplyDeleteOh, I do, Very Mistress. I do!
DeleteI was taking a chance, and it paid off. This time...