As I live quite near Rogiet Countryside Park I often nip down there just for an hour, to see what is happening. Whilst I was down there in the summer something gave me a good old bite on the leg, through my heavy duty trousers. I didn’t feel it at the time but when I returned home I found that I had three quite large bites on my right calf. So that was about the end of August. I am still trying to get rid of them, I think I am on my third lot of different ointments and potions!
But there are some really quite nice and quite aggressive flies down there so I guess I will have to take more care in future.
This was a shot of one I saw today, I haven’t ID’d it yet but thought you may be interested.
I am slowly but surely getting through my sorting from the summer, but wow! And what is worse, I am planning to go back in November, so I will have another few hundred to sort. Boy I am glad I don’t do weddings! A friend of mine regularly sorts 1,000 photos every week, of the wedding he has taken that weekend.
I’m not telling anyone anything they don’t already know, when I say, if you keep putting off what you should be doing today, you will be lost! And that is exactly what has happened here. I was in full swing, with all the right motives, sitting quietly in the caravan in the middle of a beautiful quiet valley, aiming to write each day as it happened at The Gigrin. But no, I decided to do the things that I enjoyed doing, opposed to the things that I should be doing. Consequently, I have 100’s of photos of the stay at The Gigrin, but I can’t remember what happened day-to-day, you know..the news, the exciting bits, who said what to whom.
So, I’m just going to have to dig deep into the old grey matter and try to recall titbits of the trip, (Anyone remember that weekend newspaper called Titbits?)
When I first visited The Gigrin in 2005 there was this great big Peacock who was a little on the grumpy side – on second thoughts he was a lot on the grumpy side – he was a sight for sore eyes. Big, blue and with a tail to die for, and he knew it of course. He would prance about the farm occasionally yelling at the top of his screeching voice. This trip, he is gone, passed over to greener and sunnier fields. However, he has left a legacy behind, a young son who has already started to accumulate a Harem of pretty little females.
I know I did get a couple of pics of him, but I haven’t got to them yet, as soon as I do I will post them. But, meanwhile here is a photo of one of his lady friends and their children.
She was a really great mum, no matter what she was doing, eating, sleeping or cleaning, she always had one eye on the chicks. And when my mini dachshund ‘Rosie’ quietly sauntered over to check her out, she quickly lifted herself up to her full height, plus a bit. Then puffed up her chest and feathers until she looked like the size of a small car and turned to square off with Rosie. Nothing was said no shouts, no barks nothing. Rosie just stopped on a sixpence, checked out the VW Beetle that was looking at her, and then quietly, but swiftly walked back to me. Mother hen just turned around and carried on with whatever she was doing, showing that this was not the first time she had to confront a possible enemy.
You will no doubt recall that at the beginning of my trip to Gigrin Farm I was invited into the rehab aviary to look at an injured buzzard. Well it seems the Vet saw the bird and prescribed some medication, I think for the birds’ right eye. From what I can gather the bird appeared to respond, but the bad news is, that today I was informed that he didn’t make it. I was so disappointed! That is why I don’t think I could work with animals. I don’t mind all the gory bit, I can do pretty much anything (I think!) but I would have great trouble getting use to losing a ‘patient’. It is obvious that all concerned at Gigrin are sad at the loss, nobody wants to see an innocent animal die. But of course they live with these animals 365 days a year, year on year….mind you I have been here a week…..and I spent a week here 5 years ago! OK, so I don’t have a voice when it comes to the day-to-day caring for ‘wild’ animals….but I was so sad (wiping tears from my bloodshot eyes).
This is a photo of one of the products I shot for a new client recently. It is of an old fashioned ‘Cut-Throat’ razor. Apparently once you have a shave with one of these you will never be satisfied with any other blade. My client says he sells a very large number of these on his internet site. He doesn’t know who the persons are who are buying the product or what they will use it for! I just wondered if there should be some kind of check in place. For example one is not allowed to sell any kind of blade, knife in the UK to anyone under the age of 18 (I think) could even be 21. So even if you have a young apprentice chef, he or she would not be allowed to purchase a set of knives for their work if they were under age. Yet anyone of any age can log onto the ‘Razor-Site.Com’ and purchase this lethal instrument.
Just completed the design and production of the Door Magnets for DB Stonemasons, part of a whole re-branding for this busy small business. When one thinks of how old the art of stonemasonry is, I think it is really good news when you hear of these new young businesses, practicing this ‘ancient’ skill starting up. They don’t have a web site as yet but they come highly recommended if anyone wants a lovely olde worlde patio for the summer! 🙂