Saturday, 22 September 2018

Tarty Grapes

Remember the post I made a few weeks ago about the grapes on the vine out back?

Well they have now ripened to the extent that I was able to taste a few; the nip at night hasn't been sufficient to kill off their development, they have darkened to a deep purple - red.

But how would they taste?

Well, I think it's safe to say that we aren't going to be calling up the juice man from Del Monte, assuming he isn't dead. They were distinctly sharp. But we've never had them grow to any kind of edible condition before.

The first thing I've ever eaten from that garden.


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Tuesday, 18 September 2018

A Silver Y

Turned the light on in what I laughably refer to as "The Study" and all hell broke loose, in a small sense of the word, as a fluttering object erupted out from a corner of a bookshelf and started battering itself against a lightshade.

I had a good idea of what it was, but only after it eventually settled back into its little corner and allowed me to get a camera shot. A lovely silver y moth, in great condition.

They do seem to last late on into the season, I've seen them in October in Scotland.


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Monday, 17 September 2018

A Comma in the Sunshine

I got in another run today, a little quicker but also a little shorter - 7.3km.

I wasn't in time to get to Rumbles for a cup of tea, so I had to go into town for a different treat - a can of Rubicon guava drink, quite simply the best single canned drink there is in my view. Bloody zingy and refreshing.

Of the run itself, one little highlight presented  itself. I'd gone along the cycle path along the railway line to see if the various still flowering budleia bushes were attracting anything in the sun.

And indeed they were, for on one of the larger bushes just by the bridge where the older drinkers go at night; the teenage dope smokers use the bridges nearer the pond. It was a lovely comma, wings with those peculiar leafy points, the grammatical symbol that gives the butterfly its name clear on the underwing.

There's been so few of these late season second flighters this year - barely a peacock or red admiral to be seen either. This strange year seems to have done for them, while others like meadow brown, small copper and holly blue have done well.

2018. Crazy.


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Sunday, 16 September 2018

Back on the Running Game

So, no cricket, a nice day, and feeling a bit more energetic.

It must be time to go running.

So, off I went to get into my too tight running leggings and gilet with the  pocket with the broken zip, and out I went, through the cemetery, past the new sports village where the running track is springing up at incredible speed, and then across the fields to Hawton church.

I felt like I was going  quite well, but Strava later told me otherwise. Sodding gadget! Nevertheless, it felt good, running along the bit of the middle beck they haven't yet started building boxy little houses on. Common darters and migrant hawkers were on patrol, and a solitary green veined white was feeding off occasional bramble flowers.

There is still a bit of valerian at the house at Valerian Corner, and carder bumbles fed on whatever they could in Hawton churchyard. And then there was woman's football on the park, before I drank a well earned tea at Rumbles.

9.2km in all, and who cares if it was very slow.


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Saturday, 15 September 2018

A Small Copper in the Park

No cricket, but boy did I waste the day with a four hour afternoon sleep.

Yes cricket or not it was another of those exhausted days  - well I did do 4 work outs Tuesday to Friday so I probably am that knackered. But it is disappointing to miss free time likethat.

I did go to the  park again this morning  for a cup of tea, and was lucky enough  to spot this slightly ragged but still lovely small copper, not massively active on a dull and  breezy day.

I've seen a few this year, more than the last couple. As for peacocks and commas, forget it.


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Thursday, 13 September 2018

They Destroyed the Passion!

I noticed yesterday evening that there was a magnificent passion flower bush just up the road from here and resolved to wander up tonight and take some photographs of it.

When I did so, I found that they had cropped the bloody thing right back and hacked off virtually every flower on it. So rather than have another blank posting day, I'd just snap a few of the gardens around it.

Don't blame me, blame the aesthetically challenged folk from up the road.

So my Tourette's has been a bit less problematic the last few days but I'm still quite hyper and restless. I have an entire free weekend upcoming and I intend to be a bit more productive than I am now - I am currently watching "Moonraker" on ITV4.


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Monday, 10 September 2018

Nothing but Flowers

So, I've done very little today, apart from have a short wander around to the garden that's always full of flowers just down  the  road, and other gardens too, and South Parade Park, and Ewalina's garden next door.

That's too many "ands" I know.

The ivy down my drive is just coming into flower and the wasps are starting to investigate. Normally at its peak, there aren't any bees around to feed off it and  it is left to grumpy wasps and flies.

I've been to the doctor's today for a meds related check-up. Doctor thinks a higher dose may help me but I will hang fire for now. My blood pressure is good, my heart rate of 64 indicating I'm in good shape for my age. Tourettes aside, lol.


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