The Lotus Break

Whelk egg cases

 I hope you're all rested and have a cup of tea/coffee/glass of wine/flagon of gin to hand, as there are four days worth of photos to wade through, here. A four day extravaganza, no less!

Ha! Hardly an extravaganza. Most of these photos are pretty much the same as those you've already seen in previous posts.

 No! They're taken on different days, at different times, and in different weather conditions. Why don't you bugger off back to Witchface and let me get on with this?!

Hmmmph!

 Right. Now that Witchface's SubC has quietened down, we'd better get on with this.
 For your information, the first set of photos (from the 21st) were taken with Phone, all the rest were captured by Camera. And, as always, click to embiggen.  

Two Days Today

 Following on from A Conglomeration of Cormorants and Today and Two Days, may I present this, the third in the series of photo-bloggery: Two Days Today (so named to link with the last post, and because it covers some antics of a two-day period. Clever, eh?).
 The first five butterfly photos were taken with my camera which then promptly ran out of battery, so I had to nip home and get my phone to take the remaining triffid and moth photos - hence the reduction in quality. The camera battery was all charged up again the next day, so I used that to take the beach photos, although I'm not so keen on them as the ones from A Conglomeration of Cormorants. Maybe because they seem dull as it was so overcast on the 28th?

The Warren, Cromer/Overstrand border, 27th July 2016

A small skipper (female, I think?) on ragwort

Today and Two Days

 As I mentioned in the last post, this will become a photo-blog for a little while as I have a glut of photos from the past month or so that I'm going to post here as I have no where else to put them. 
 I made matters worse this morning by taking yet more photos as I walked back home after undertaking gruelling hard labour (painting The Mother's potting shed - the one that I helped construct here, here, and to a lesser extent, here) at The Parents'. So, this post consists of today's photos, and some from last weekend (when Indescribable, the Little Witch, and New Babyzilla were here). 
 Look away now if you can't abide pastoral, sunset, and beach views (some of which may contain hideous sea monsters).

Overstrand, 7th August 2016

A Conglomeration of Cormorants

 Before I fannied around with the press releases* yesterday's not-so-triumphant return post (that bloody 'bot is still linked to those eight posts, so I've reverted them all to draft for now), I popped down to the beach for a quick swim before the holiday-maker crowds arrived and ruined everything.
 For expediency's sake, I drove from Castlette DeVice through to the far end of Overstrand and the Coast Road, where I parked Car. From there, I made my way down the cliff and on to the beach (what little there was as the tide was in) heading east towards Sidestrand. I didn't go that far along, so I probably ended up on the border between the two 'strand parishes.
 Anyway, I didn't swim for long as there was a very strong current that threatened to wash me away, so I ended up taking loads of photos instead. Having resized some of them to email to The Mother, I thought I'd post them here, too, to make good use of all that photo-editing (as always, click to embigulate):

Looking east towards Sidestrand from the foot of the cliff at Coast Road, Overstrand
(about 9:30 in the morning)

There's a witch in the house, and she's living there still...

 ...Yes, that's right. I'm still here!



 Sorry for the sudden disappearance. The Host and I decided to shut-up-shop for a little while due to some unusual happenings. You see, certain posts were getting an inordinate number of page views from France which started at the same time as that horrific attack in Nice, which was worrying.

Eek! Leave me alone, France. Don't make me take out a restraining order!

"We know what takes up your time!"*

* said Norma (in the comments of the last full post).

Oh my gods! They know. They know!

Stop panicking. They don't know anything.

But what if they do? What if they do?!

Oh, shut up!

We'll tell them half-truths and omit certain incriminating events - They'll be none the wiser.

Shhhhhhh! Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! They're here!

Ah. Um. Hello?

::sigh::

 
Well, for those of you that didn't know what myself, the Host, and the SubC's get up to, this post should explain some of what we've been up to over the last couple of weeks or so.

So, pull up a chair, grab a coffee-

Yeah, you'll need something to keep you awake throughout this snooze-fest now that the interesting stuff has been edited out.

Quiet you!
Let's get on with it, shall we?

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w-w-w-WOW! Princess Souvenir Edition

Scratch-n-Sniff Catch-n-Kiss centrefold only - Click to embiggen.

Happy birthday, Princess!

Apocalypse Oven

  Oh, dear. It seems as if Apocalypse Oven's even-more-evil twin is acting up again...


[video from Random Acts] 

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 I'm a bit busy at the mo which is why this is all you get, and why I haven't been 'round to your blogs yet (and why I haven't replied to your comments in the last post). I hope to rectify that in the next day or two - certainly by the weekend, anyway.

 Ta ra, for now.

Verging on Summer

 Today's torrential downpours have reminded me that British Summertime is only a week away, and what better way to mark the occasion than displaying some "before" photos for The Infomaniac Garden Photos Event that The Very Mistress MJ will be hosting later in the year.
 Most of the following photographs are from mid-late May, and early June, so I won't be surprised if the bleakness means you need to pop off to fetch a nice warm cardigan. And possibly an umbrella.

A Terrible Fairy Cake Related Disaster!*

 It's bad enough cracking an egg and getting a bit of shell in the mixture (which is why I always crack one out into a bowl or cup, first), but when a half-formed cockatrice embryo plops out into one's Denby-ware, then maybe it's time to call it a day?

 §

Published

 Yes! At last! My literary something or other (I'll come back to this later once I've had a flick through the thesaurus) has come to fruition. My debut book - Walking Through Rain and Not Getting Wet - is now published. And it features nearly two of my own spells - including this one!

 Fame! Wealth! Power! All shall be mine. Mine! Cower before me puny mortals!

 OK. So it's only available over the Cusp.

 For now...

Calvin is a pig-faced smelly fat-head*

 I'm not usually one to jump on a bandwagon-

 Except for when you are!

 Oh, shush.

 Anyway. Bandwagons and not jumping. Except that this particular bandwagon was travelling at a sedate enough pace to leap on without sustaining injury, and because the driver (Pilot? Controller? Just what is the title of someone in charge of a bandwagon, runaway or otherwise?) happens to be a blogger I admire.
 I'm also hoping that this bandwagon works as well for me as it did (and still does) for Ms Scarlet, as the photos I took were with Phone (as I couldn't be bothered to faff around with Camera) and aren't that good because of poor light levels.
 Oh, The Very Mistress MJ also sat astride the bandwagon, but didn't quite get the point.
 So. We'd better get on with the show. May I present:

Books on chairs and other seating conveniences

 

28. ATTACK OF THE  

Deranged Mutant

Killer Monster 

SNOW GOONS 

A Calvin and Hobbes Collection,
by Bill Watterson

 Snow Goons is seen here reclining on the soon-to-be-rid-of sofa, and I last read it here, and featured it here.

* Post title from the Kidnapping of Binky Betsy Debacle on page 33