I woke this morning, put the espresso machine on and fired up my computer. I am a creature of habit so first checked what the weather had in store for me and then went to have a look at my Blogger Dashboard.
I was delighted to see John A.K.A. Scriptor Sennex was feeling better and back blogging. 
I have not decided on what idiocy to pursue today. I fancied some long exposures of the waves but there are precious few of them and those that there are fiddlin and small.
That’s all for now.
HI Adrian I am sure you will find something to find to photograph today. The sea looks calm today so I hope your weather is good.
ReplyDeleteMargaret, it is okay but until lunch time was a bit grim.
DeleteAlso a quiet day is a good Adriaan.
ReplyDeleteBas, I'm having a day off today.
DeleteBueno, ya habrá días que esté mas enfadado.
ReplyDeleteSi puedo vendré a verte, si no...hasta la vuelta;)
Un abrazo.
Have a good journey see you when you return.
DeleteYour picture make me long to swim in the sea, though I imagine it's pretty cold where you are?
ReplyDeleteFrances, it is freezing. Children go in but they are a race apart.
DeleteI don't do espresso, but I do fire up my tassimo within minutes of awaking.
ReplyDeleteAC, mine isn't that posh it is just a pot that sits on the stove top.
DeleteLooks like a nice spot for a wander. Fun to see the young birds about, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteIt is Hilary. They are far less nervous.
DeleteThese waves would not be piddling small for me! In fact, these waves would be interesting for me to watch.
ReplyDeleteRed, the word is fiddlin it comes from a wonderful poem by Marriott Edgar . Called Albert and the Lion. It is not for the faint hearted but what the hell I'll reproduce it in full.
DeleteThere's a famous seaside place called Blackpool,
That's noted for fresh-air and fun,
And Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom
Went there with young Albert, their son.
A grand little lad was their Albert
All dressed in his best; quite a swell
'E'd a stick with an 'orse's 'ead 'andle
The finest that Woolworth's could sell.
They didn't think much to the ocean
The waves, they was fiddlin' and small
There was no wrecks... nobody drownded
'Fact, nothing to laugh at, at all.
So, seeking for further amusement
They paid and went into the zoo
Where they'd lions and tigers and cam-els
And old ale and sandwiches too.
There were one great big lion called Wallace
His nose were all covered with scars
He lay in a som-no-lent posture
With the side of his face to the bars.
Now Albert had heard about lions
How they were ferocious and wild
And to see Wallace lying so peaceful
Well... it didn't seem right to the child.
So straight 'way the brave little feller
Not showing a morsel of fear
Took 'is stick with the'orse's 'ead 'andle
And pushed it in Wallace's ear!
You could see that the lion didn't like it
For giving a kind of a roll
He pulled Albert inside the cage with 'im
And swallowed the little lad... whole!
Then Pa, who had seen the occurrence
And didn't know what to do next
Said, "Mother! Yon lions 'et Albert"
And Mother said "Eeh, I am vexed!"
So Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom
Quite rightly, when all's said and done
Complained to the Animal Keeper
That the lion had eaten their son.
The keeper was quite nice about it
He said, "What a nasty mishap
Are you sure that it's your lad he's eaten?"
Pa said, "Am I sure? There's his cap!"
So the manager had to be sent for
He came and he said, "What's to do?"
Pa said, "Yon lion's 'eaten our Albert
And 'im in his Sunday clothes, too."
Then Mother said, "Right's right, young feller
I think it's a shame and a sin
For a lion to go and eat Albert
And after we've paid to come in!"
The manager wanted no trouble
He took out his purse right away
And said, "How much to settle the matter?"
And Pa said "What do you usually pay?"
But Mother had turned a bit awkward
When she thought where her Albert had gone
She said, "No! someone's got to be summonsed"
So that were decided upon.
Round they went to the Police Station
In front of a Magistrate chap
They told 'im what happened to Albert
And proved it by showing his cap.
The Magistrate gave his o-pinion
That no-one was really to blame
He said that he hoped the Ramsbottoms
Would have further sons to their name.
At that Mother got proper blazing
"And thank you, sir, kindly," said she
"What waste all our lives raising children
To feed ruddy lions? Not me!"
Perhaps you could have photo-shopped in a word balloon - springing from the starling's beak. I wonder what he would have been saying? "I'm a starving starling darling!" or "I'm gonna poop on Adrian's battle bus!" ?
ReplyDeleteYP, They do too. I was up on the roof cleaning the solar panel yesterday.
DeleteI could have done with that sea today. So hot down here and also slow so I too have done a poem for all.
ReplyDeleteOn top of a mountain
All covered in grass
Was a Golden Eagle
Scratching his.....
Now don't be mistaken nor misled
The Golden Eagle was scratching his head
:-)
Douglas, excellent.
DeleteI hear it's been a bit summery down your neck of the woods.
I don't feel clever enough to be a follower of yours today. No further comment.
ReplyDeletePauline almost everyone is clever enough to follow my posts. Perhaps tomorrow you will be feeling brighter. Lets hope so.
DeleteI like the foto with the bird...
ReplyDeletethe colors in that pic are so nice and nostalgic
It was just lucky Laura. Flowers are beautiful now.
DeleteBeautiful image!
ReplyDeleteMaria, one of six and just pure luck. I flipped it horizontally as I prefer the flowers leading from the right.
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