I am all anyhow today. A friend popped round and we indulged in a little too much campanology. The Bells tasted much better than they sounded. Nevertheless we rang in the New Year.
This morning I awoke to the sound of sweet rain pounding on the roof. Before I had fully come round I’d pinched a half smoked rollup from the ashtray and lit it. Three resolutions down and only three to go, it was not yet six o’clock.
At half eight the skies had cleared and off we set for a wander. It was short lived…a brisk shower had me limping back to the truck for a jacket. I have pulled a muscle in my right leg…..I blame the Bells ringing.
Out we hopped again. The clouds were thwankin across the sky. Yes it is a real Scottish word. It does not mean what you are thinking…..I for one have a pure mind. It means the clouds were mingling in thick and gloomy succession. ( Another wonderful word from ‘The Horologicon’). I didn’t realise that clouds thwanked. I must check my waterproofs.
I took Big Bertha for an outing. By the time I had her out of the bag and mounted the sparrows had gone so I took a snap of the other side of the valley.
It is possible to hand hold it…..Keith did say to me yesterday that an acquaintance of a friend of a friend hand held his. At the time I was confused, I thought the lens must be far too heavy, I thought the acquaintance twice removed was a thwanker. I decided to try hand holding mine and it works.
Enjoy the rest of the week.