These are for Jaime, Steam Punk Barman at Ferments, Xabia, Spain.
Thursday, 23 April 2020
Tuesday, 21 April 2020
Hidden Honley
Cycling into work, deserted roads, outdoor sketching with pupils during the Lockdown, discovering hidden paths........
Saturday, 18 April 2020
Captain Tom
Congratulations to the intrepid Captain Tom on completing his 100 laps and he's now raised over £20 million for the NHS. Outstanding effort. Inspiring stuff. Oh and he's opening the new Nightingale Field Hospital in Harrogate...not bad for a 100 year old!
When Ants Attack
My Gardening Misadventure recreates 1970s B Movie (Empire of the Ants).
No prizes for guessing where they stung me!
Wednesday, 15 April 2020
Fornicating Toads
Nature red in tooth and claw..... toads on Sunny Bank crossing to the pond, squashed on the way to spawn. The hares I saw at last (put my glasses on in bed during morning cuppa), curlews too, plus a wonderful grey over-coated heron also looking for toads.....
Tuesday, 14 April 2020
Monday, 13 April 2020
Sunday, 12 April 2020
Saturday, 11 April 2020
Thursday, 9 April 2020
A Letter from No. 10 and a whole bag of worms
The strangest combination in the post, brought by our brilliant postie Daz. A letter from 10 Downing Street.....and I kid you not, a bag of live worms. For Robin's worm composter.
Wednesday, 8 April 2020
Boris and the Queen (5th April 2020)
5th April 2020: A surreal day.
The Prime Minister in hospital and the Queen's Speech is televised to the nation.......
Early Birds and Conspiracy Theories
Here's the first birds I saw every day in March. The winning bird was wood pigeon, followed by crows and magpies. The oyster catcher was in a field up by Blackmoorfoot reservoir. No oysters there last time I looked!
Meanwhile, the strangeness ramps up each day......
Monday, 6 April 2020
Saturday, 4 April 2020
Time, Gentlemen, Please
Lockdown :
And I couldn’t escape the waking dream
of infected fleas
in the warp and weft of soggy cloth
by the tailor’s hearth in ye olde Eyam.
Then couldn’t un-see the Boundary Stone,
that cock-eyed dice with its six dark holes,
thimbles brimming with vinegar wine
purging the plagued coins.
Which brought to mind
the sorry story of Emmott Syddall and Rowland Torre,
star-crossed lovers
on either side of the quarantine line
whose wordless courtship spanned the river
till she came no longer.
Simon Armitage
The Plague Stone
I'm reposting these sketches from my walk round the Peak District in May 2018. I stayed at Eyam, famous for self isolation back in 1666 and walked past the Plague Stone between the villages of Eyam and Stony Middleton. Villagers left food on the stone and the 6 holes drilled in the top were for vinegar to disinfect coins left in payment......
The Plague doctor. A whole different kind of face mask.....
Friday, 3 April 2020
Corona Virus Diary
I hesitated before starting this......things are moving so fast , it's hardly something to make light of.
But then, in the spirit of New of the Stews, I thought, I'll start it whilst I can.
Those headlines from a week ago already look dated......
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