Denise: Tilly is unquestionably a very bright and loving dog. But she also has her problems. Mainly it’s that she doesn’t like being separated from me even for a few moments. if I put her out behind the house (with makeshift barricades until Jonathan comes home and makes something better) and I walk up the garden to serve a customer: if she hears me talking she’ll bully her way out and race up the garden to join me, sometimes alarmig the customer! Or if I leave her in the house, then she’ll wet on the hall carpet – even though … Continue reading →
Jonathan: Becky – our eldest daughter – is 3[-] today. She’s a lovely girl. A highlight of her birthday, she tells me, was the annual Aberystwyth Food and Drink Festival (sounds good to me!) on the streets of her home town. She told me of a young woman selling ‘food from the wild’, such as samphire cakes, crab apple jelly and the such-like. I can’t tell you how proud I feel to know that Becky values – is excited by – such things.: for not only does it say something powerful about her values, it also it says these values … Continue reading →
Denise: All hatching from incubators now complete, and Buffy has now been entrusted with 28 chicks, which – believe it or not – all disappear under her feathers at night!
Jonathan: Today has been sparklingly fresh and sunny, and so just as I last week said that I would, I cycled to St Alban’s for the day. National Cycle Route 61 passes very close to the campsite here in Welwyn Garden City: from the A1000 on the south side of WGC it crosses the A414 and then follows the line of a former railway through Hatfield and then west for about 7 miles to St Alban’s, ending near the Abbey Station. The quality of the route – in terms of surface, width, junctions and signing – was highly variable and … Continue reading →
Denise: Ok then, here are the much-awaited photos. Not very good I’m afraid: she is so ‘hyper’ that they come out as a blur! Anyway, they show what we’ve been up to this morning – a lovely walk along Prince’s Beach [in Eriskay] again. Tilly is wearing her new red collar – lead matches, so very smart get up. You see she loves a nice paddle, but doesn’t go in the water too far. We played at throw and catch bits of rope and seaweed and beach combed. Found a huge sea urchin shell – not quite whole – and … Continue reading →
Jonathan: Today, for a change, I’ve come to Chelmsford by train. Walk to Welwyn GC station, train south to Moorgate (but signal failure meant I had to change to another very crowded train at Finsbury Park), walk to Liverpool St Station (no signs to give directions), and then train north-east to Chelmsford, then short walk to office. Time taken 1h 50mins door to door. Driving the far more direct east-west route along the A414 is just 40 miles (and about half that on dual carriageways) – but has never taken less than 1h 30mins, maximum so far 1h 45mins. I … Continue reading →
Denise: I’m sitting in the conservatory and for once I’m not carding wool, spinning it, knitting or anything remotely like. I am making a fuss of Tilly, the sort of gentle fuss that is intended to distract and calm a very excitable young thing. And Tilly is VERY excited because she has just this afternoon arrived at her new home, and there’s so much to discover. Tilly is NOT another cat (7 is a very nice number to have – a pity to spoil that!); and she is NOT a greyhound. Tilly, is a black labrador, about 2 years old, … Continue reading →
Jonathan: Have you noticed that angels always seem to be dressed in white? A golden-yellow white as opposed to an Ariel or Daz blue-white, it’s true, but white nonetheless. I can’t say whether the cut of the cloth, or the tailoring varies much from one angel to another, just they they alway seem to very bright and lacking any adornment, pattern or texture. You’d think that up there – beyond the reach of vanity, envy, avarice, lust or other incidentals to that earthly phenonomenon called fashion – they could indulge themselves a little without falling into sin. But apparently not. … Continue reading →
Denise: Knitting hats went wrong last night and I had to knit backwards a bit where I was decreasing. Difficult to see these days.
Jonathan: And it isn’t even the afternoon yet ;~( Ennui, they called it in the 19th century. Women trapped in unchallenging lives by social mores and gender discrimination. It’s the unchallenging and trapped bit that applies in my case – though hopefully not for much longer. The forecast for the weekend was promising, but in truth it’s just been warm and grey. Not that it would have made much difference if it had been fresh and sparkly: I just don’t have the motiviation, the enthusiasm, the emotional desire to engage in this land of strangers and strangeness. During the week … Continue reading →
Denise: Here’s from an email that makes me have second thoughts – I could not bear the thought of anything happening to our lovely cats, or our hens, or our sheep … These ex racing dogs can cause chaos and blood baths. Our next door neighbour started homing them, what was soon learnt was these dogs will chase anything that moves quickly. As you have 7 cats around the house you may see a dramatic decline in the family,also chichens if they start flapping wings and running round they to would become a target, possibly even the sheep. All these … Continue reading →
Jonathan: Just as a drop of water will wear away a stone, Denise has over the past few months been dropping regular hints about greyhounds. D: Wouldn’t it be lovely … ? D [a few mintues later, pointing at website photo]: Look – Isn’t he cute …?! J: Hmmm. D: You’re not even looking! J: Hmmph! You know the sort of thing. Well the stone must have got so thin you could see through it, because this morning I gave way to the inevitable and said okay, in principle – you can look into it. By this afternoon we were … Continue reading →