Photo-a-day 2014

Happy New Year! As a new years resolution/attempt to blog regularly here are the first 2 shots to kick off this simple challenge…

0011 Walking back from the pub, new year’s day morning. rain, river, victorian gentleman



2 Christmas greenery.

It should be easy enough. I shouldn’t be struggling to find subject matter on day 2!




My New Favourite Artist:

It all kind of seems to be taking shape

Saturday Sounds


Corvus corax

Morris on the Meadows

Something of opera and dance about today

Magic work I came across today in my web wanderings; Lotte Reiniger’s silhouette films are the ‘oldest surviving animated feature length films, from 1926. J commented that the above was more suitable for T, since she’s the one doing animation, but then later I discovered Etsuko Ichikawa, which is sort of more relevant to my own work. First her Firebird piece- more opera, and then this- She blows glass wearing dance shoes!

particularly from 1:23


The first food bucket item to cross off the list!

It’s intrigued me for years, since a family nature holiday at Malham Tarn.

I was about 11, evidence of foot and mouth was everywhere- car sized disinfectant mats at every gate, foot dips at every stile- and we were on holiday in the Yorkshire Dales. Thankfully I don’t remember seeing any slaughter or burning of livestock.

It was a fantastic anyway; the week leader, a brilliant man called Noel Jackson, knew absolutely everything, and all of us children were utterly enthralled, bringing him every little discovery to identify. Watched a fungus turn blue as it came into contact with the air, We tried milkcap mushroom, saw a pipistrelle bat up close, ate yew berry flesh and baited small mammal traps with maltesers and bran flakes.

And that morning, following the recommendation of the instructor, I was making myself marmite, peanut butter and honey sandwiches, apparently the perfect explorer sandwich filling. And there it was. This monstrous jar of viscous fluorescent yellow glowing from the other side of the communal kitchen.

I didn’t go anywhere near it, but I vividly remember its presence. Which makes it sound almost sentient.


We’ve always had a jar of Branston pickle on the go at home. It lives in the jam and spread bit of  the cupboard (in between the breakfast cereals and the baked beans and tinned tomatoes). Various other chutneys and relishes come and go, Brinjal pickle has gained an almost equal standing- originally repulsed by us kids, now the obvious companion of cheese and houmous, but Piccalilli never put in an appearance.

Then last year our flat went vegan for lent. And we hosted some variously themed shared meals throughout the 40 days. For the Indian Banquet we made a vast extremely overly hot curry and rice and requested our friends bring chutneys etc.

And the A-team, our american friends, first years uneducated in many British things of which I should write more of when I have time…, brought a jar of Picalilli

which I found hilarious.

and it went to the back of the top cupboard of random communal things that have been there time unknown.

until I decided today was time to have an adventure and break the seal…


what an odd ramble, hmm tbcompleted


Three bags full

I feel a bit like unravelling knitting at the moment.

tangled wool between my ears….

oh well,

better have another cup of tea

4 lettuces and 18 Tomatoes

That’s what I have to buy today, as well as a couple of bags of fruit.

And I better bake that 9th loaf of bread and try not to forget the houmous hummus humous hoummus humus  hommos, humos, hoummos

Smiley-Veg-man looked a little bemused “that’s a big salad”.

But it isn’t. It’s feeding 15 for a weekend conservation project.

4 jars of pickle

2 kg cheese

and that’s just lunch!

It’s a lot a lot of biscuits too, essential for keeping the troops happy while they work

Two Bullfinches

So far so good, now I just need something to write about.

Looked out at the back garden on Monday morning, to see a couple of bullfinches gobbling nyger seed on one of the feeders.

Bold as something exceedingly pink, and something slightly less so.

Edit: they’ve become quite regular visitors now, appearing out of the blue even in last week’s snow!

So Pink.

A more worrying development is a new cat. It’s very pretty, tortoiseshell, but it likes to climb, in our buddleia, where all the feeders are hanging.