It’s been a very dull, misty, rainy couple of days. I went out goat hunting but neither I nor the dogs could find them. Perhaps I took pictures of ghosts.
During the last week the trees have started to change from a collection of twigs on sticks into trees.
Spring Leaves or spring arrives. The goats are somewhere in these woods but the forest and the moorland and mountains above it cover several tens and hundreds of square miles. It’s like looking for a ghost in a haystack or whatever the expression is.
It was gloves weather this morning but I forgot my gloves. We passed the van on our way to look for Nessy and picked up a macro lens and strobe so that I could have a photographic record of my first don’t knows of the year. It had warmed up a bit so I didn’t bother with the hunt the glove malarkey.
Dog’s Mercury, Mercurialis doggus. It’s more than possible it’s something else. It didn’t smell of anything much to me but Alf was cocking his leg all over the place; one place being my camera bag. I was prostrate at the time and before I could assume a vertical posture to kick his arse he had wisely realised the error of his ways and cleared off.
Wood Anemone. Even though it looks a bit like a Snowdrop it’s leaves are like a Buttercup. Unless I hear differently a Wood Anemone it is. They should open right up but, wisely they show no inclination to do so. It’s freezing here.
We got back to the van to find the wine box of Chardonnay had been rained on. I left it to chill under the van but not far enough under. I now have a wine bag.
I’ll continue the goat walks. The forecast is for some snow again. The pub is a good hike away, I’ll go for a drink at lunchtime tomorrow and take the camera goat hunting.
Enjoy Mayday and sing along with me are you ready? All together now……………………….one, two, three…“The people's flag is deepest red,
It shrouded oft our martyred dead, Umm na um na umm na um and so on”.
I’m a bit like Dithery Dave his Christianity and my Marxism are a lack of conviction we have in common.