We're fairly sure it's the same male (Arthur) that has been visiting us each year. A little research suggests that mallards mate and stay mated only until the chicks hatch, then Arthur and his pals go off and gang-bang any female in sight. Behaviour here is slightly different from past years, though: most days, they fly in at daybreak, eat, swim, sleep, shit, and don't fly off until dusk. Today, though, they have pushed off in a huff because we'd run out of bird seed. The wren is less demanding, but noisy! It's amazing that such a tiny creature sings so loudly. We've had a few sightings of goldfinches, but on one visit, the presence of the mallards at the base of the bird table seems to have dissuaded them from feeding on the nijer seed we put out at the last sighting thereof. The blackbirds are raising a family, and the juvs are feeding themselves - except when there's a mug of a parent nearby. Apologies for my inveterate anthropomorphism!
Today we have been to our neighbouring semi-homophonous town to visit an exhibition of paintings by the people who use our Thursday venue on Fridays. Some jolly good work in there (we bought two) at very modest prices. You're too late! It closed at 15:30.
Highly frustrating day yesterday at the hobby, but of course I can't say why. Suffice it to say that I shall not be too sad when I reach the mandatory retirement age, unlike many of my co-hobbyists.
We have taken a deep breath and instructed landscapers to deal with our uneven and amateur paving, and to do some of the muscle work on the bed by the new fence. Given this and the work in something akin to progress in Another Place, don't come looking for a sub.
Saturday, 26 April 2014
Wednesday, 16 April 2014
Communications through the ages
It occurred to me a while ago that the box of stamp albums I came by at UPU Congresses and elsewhere over the years might have a value other than its nuisance value in taking up space. The local stamp shop man called in today and went through them, concluding that they might fetch £320 at auction, hence that he'd give me £180 for them. Well, some of the albums are quite attractive, and they remind me of happy (as well as less happy) times at UPU bashes, so at that price I'm disinclined to part with them until I'm really short of a bob. If that's their current value, one wonders why Stanley Gibbons sent a representative to Rio de Janeiro etc to buy them up from Congress participants. (I had hoped they might pay to repave the terrace. Pauvre con.)
Turning to how we communicate forty years later, I'm having the usual frustrations with machines. The upstairs desk computer developed a serious dose of the vapours this morning, refusing to hook up to the router. I've given the network adaptor (the computer is so old that it lacks a built-in thingy) a good smacking, and it is hooking up again satisfactorily. The laptop meanwhile declines to connect to facebook other than via a text-only screen, having pulled a similar stunt with yahoo mail last week. The iPad does what it does as well as it usually does, which is usually not very well. Paciência.
Our spies report that work has begun in Another Place, and the builder has been in touch to confirm the same. We'll see what has been done in just under three weeks' time.
Meanwhile, spring is bringing new colours to the garden every day. While I was out playing at my hobby yesterday, Martyn added some rocks and chippings to the rock garden, together with a few new alpines. I've killed the antirrhinum seedlings by overwatering, dammit, but have sown more, as well as some cosmos. Probably a bit late, but they'll do one thing or the other.
Turning to how we communicate forty years later, I'm having the usual frustrations with machines. The upstairs desk computer developed a serious dose of the vapours this morning, refusing to hook up to the router. I've given the network adaptor (the computer is so old that it lacks a built-in thingy) a good smacking, and it is hooking up again satisfactorily. The laptop meanwhile declines to connect to facebook other than via a text-only screen, having pulled a similar stunt with yahoo mail last week. The iPad does what it does as well as it usually does, which is usually not very well. Paciência.
Our spies report that work has begun in Another Place, and the builder has been in touch to confirm the same. We'll see what has been done in just under three weeks' time.
Meanwhile, spring is bringing new colours to the garden every day. While I was out playing at my hobby yesterday, Martyn added some rocks and chippings to the rock garden, together with a few new alpines. I've killed the antirrhinum seedlings by overwatering, dammit, but have sown more, as well as some cosmos. Probably a bit late, but they'll do one thing or the other.
Monday, 14 April 2014
Priorities
Splendid veggie lunch yesterday with our friends in Faversham - now there's a handsome oasis in a sometimes depressing North Kent. Mérite un détour. Our route takes us along Seven Mile Lane, and as we come down to the junction with the Tonbridge-Maidstone road, the outlook is depressing. The attractive rolling countryside is liberally coated with polytunnels, no doubt a means of producing uniform fruit and veg for the 2:2* Management Trainee twats in supermarket chains who think their customers want such produce. Welcome to the plastic County of Kent, Garden of the Land of Mediocre Consumerism. We were afflicted by other forms of lurid plastic en route: a gang of bikers came hurtling past us at various points, taking awful risks. Sunday in the spring. Hope they made it to supper.
I sat at the machine a week or two back to try to set priorities for the necessary projects here at Forges-l'Evêque. It is seven years and a day since we moved in, and we're still living with many of those 'well, that's the first thing to go!' items that we identified back then (though the pelmet and the front door curtain were easy early targets). With the passing of the years priorities vary, and we're now looking at the terrace out the back, since uneven paving slabs are not a great idea at this point in the curriculum vitae. Some years ago, Martyn slapped down some leftover slabs at the top of the garden, where we enjoy sitting in the dappled shade of some young trees (though too many of them, planted far too close together by the Previous Administration). Time, we think to get it paved properly. In the course of a stroll round the block the other day, we nabbed a landscaper who was doing a bit of work in the next street, and he came for a look today. He has nice ideas for the top terrace, and we'll await the estimate... As a dear friend says, what's the point of saving for a rainy day? It's drizzling now.
In Another Place, my spy tells me that Mr Builder and his friend have been there today, bearing vast lengths of rope. They used to work on oil rigs in the Gulf of Mexico, and hence are experienced cordistes, which saves them having to put up scaffolding. This approach is likely to be somewhat demanding on the roof tiles, but those are two-a-penny. We'll be there three weeks today to see how it has all gone.
We're at last able to get out to do some gardening, even though the unusually mild and wet winter brought its own problems. The grass is fed and weeded (at great expense), and cut. Between us, following application of shears and the half-moon cutter, we've defined its edges better than of late. We've hauled out a bin's worth of edgings, weedings and clippings (including, at a conservative estimate, a mile and a half of brambles), and are starting to look at cuttings, sowings and prunings. Some of last year's cuttings have already moved on to friends' gardens, and those with vacancies for penstemons and cistus purpurea should address themselves to yr. obed. servt., who will report in due course on the fortunes of the fuchsia cuttings. Next target for cuttings: Pieris.
*Desmonds ain't wot they used to be, and my degree was of course nowhere near such a level.
I sat at the machine a week or two back to try to set priorities for the necessary projects here at Forges-l'Evêque. It is seven years and a day since we moved in, and we're still living with many of those 'well, that's the first thing to go!' items that we identified back then (though the pelmet and the front door curtain were easy early targets). With the passing of the years priorities vary, and we're now looking at the terrace out the back, since uneven paving slabs are not a great idea at this point in the curriculum vitae. Some years ago, Martyn slapped down some leftover slabs at the top of the garden, where we enjoy sitting in the dappled shade of some young trees (though too many of them, planted far too close together by the Previous Administration). Time, we think to get it paved properly. In the course of a stroll round the block the other day, we nabbed a landscaper who was doing a bit of work in the next street, and he came for a look today. He has nice ideas for the top terrace, and we'll await the estimate... As a dear friend says, what's the point of saving for a rainy day? It's drizzling now.
In Another Place, my spy tells me that Mr Builder and his friend have been there today, bearing vast lengths of rope. They used to work on oil rigs in the Gulf of Mexico, and hence are experienced cordistes, which saves them having to put up scaffolding. This approach is likely to be somewhat demanding on the roof tiles, but those are two-a-penny. We'll be there three weeks today to see how it has all gone.
We're at last able to get out to do some gardening, even though the unusually mild and wet winter brought its own problems. The grass is fed and weeded (at great expense), and cut. Between us, following application of shears and the half-moon cutter, we've defined its edges better than of late. We've hauled out a bin's worth of edgings, weedings and clippings (including, at a conservative estimate, a mile and a half of brambles), and are starting to look at cuttings, sowings and prunings. Some of last year's cuttings have already moved on to friends' gardens, and those with vacancies for penstemons and cistus purpurea should address themselves to yr. obed. servt., who will report in due course on the fortunes of the fuchsia cuttings. Next target for cuttings: Pieris.
*Desmonds ain't wot they used to be, and my degree was of course nowhere near such a level.
Sunday, 6 April 2014
Cost of living
The concept these days has to include computing and related costs. My desktop and laptop machines are getting a bit long in the tooth, and for example are at that stage of life at which they take forever to boot up and shut down. Indeed, the desktop often refuses to shut down until I've pulled the plug on it. I hate to think how many printers I've thrown away over the years. We took two unserviceable printers to the tip yesterday, and returned with a new one (from the shop, not the tip...). When I connected it to the power, it made ghastly noises that told me that the paper transport gears were not meshing, and the thing sounded a bit like a Morris Minor being asked to engage reverse while going forward. It then put up a message saying that the printer head was damaged. On setting it up, I found that the paper guide was about as substantial as one of those plastic cups you get at the water cooler, so on returning it to the shop, we decided to look for something a bit heftier. So was the price tag on the one we chose (a small office-grade machine), but at least the bugger works. It's clever enough to work wirelessly from the desktop computers, the laptops and the iPad. It says it also copies, scans and faxes, so I just hope it continues to do so for a while.
In the course of our double-length travels yesterday, we saw no fewer than three old double-decker buses decked out for weddings. This seems very much the fashion at the moment, and quite fun I guess, if your wedding party numbers 65 or fewer (of whom not more than 8 may travel standing). Reporting the fact on facebook brought numerous other such sightings from friends. Talking of double-deckers, I looked out yesterday morning to see a skip truck teetering down the street with two fully-laden skips full of rubble, and the upper one was rocking alarmingly. I hope it either got to its destination or was stopped before it killed anyone.
In the course of our double-length travels yesterday, we saw no fewer than three old double-decker buses decked out for weddings. This seems very much the fashion at the moment, and quite fun I guess, if your wedding party numbers 65 or fewer (of whom not more than 8 may travel standing). Reporting the fact on facebook brought numerous other such sightings from friends. Talking of double-deckers, I looked out yesterday morning to see a skip truck teetering down the street with two fully-laden skips full of rubble, and the upper one was rocking alarmingly. I hope it either got to its destination or was stopped before it killed anyone.
Thursday, 3 April 2014
Flora, fauna etc
Much of the remaining eleagnus is now in the bin, together with a lot of bird-sown cotoneasters. The former is starting to revert, so as its main reason for survival is the variegated foliage for winter colour, its days may be numbered. We've put out a feeler or two for the muscle work needed to dig over and improve the bed in front of the new fence and to reshape and edge the grass. Overgrown for so long, a lot of it's now mostly moss or bare earth anyway. We're also thinking of some slightly more radical landscaping: we put down some spare slabs in the shade of the trees at the top of the garden some years ago, and find that we enjoy sitting up there on warm days, so a bigger, professionally paved area would be nice. The terrace at the back of the house needs to be lifted and relaid, and the retaining wall to the back garden is looking sorry for itself in places. And there's also the small matter of the leaking pond...
The magnolia is starting to look really good, but the crocuses and daffodils are getting to the untidy stage. Fritillaries are in flower, as are the tulips. One potentilla is in flower, but the others seem to be debating whether to live or die, and the question remains unresolved. Martyn chopped back the penstemons the other day, and I've potted up the cuttings taken from them last August (most now well rooted). I seem to have taken cuttings with some enthusiasm that day last August: I have also potted up box, sage and a couple of varieties of cistus.
Our neighbourhood wren is much in evidence, more aural than visual, although it was down at the primrose pots on the terrace just now. Blue tits too are around: there was quite a racket from their alarm calls at lunchtime, when we had a visit from a sparrowhawk. Another visitor around the same time was a goldfinch, which we rarely see here. Nijer seed and feeder now on shopping list. We see far fewer squirrels at the moment. I think they used to nest in the ash tree, the removal of which has made a big difference to the light. We stopped feeding the badgers, much as we loved to see them each evening, when they started digging the garden up. They've been at it again to a modest extent, so I've been filling holes and sowing grass yet again.
Of the taller fauna, no further signs of life from the conservatory people, and the double glazing fitter who was due to replace a sealed unit in my study yesterday has thrown a sickie. Rebooked for the middle of the month.
Nice lunch here yesterday with Immy, Jon and their youngest daughter, Lottie. Ages since we'd had them here, though we have hosted them for lunch in Lagrasse a couple of times when they have been returning from Spain. We knocked out a big home-made pizza and salad, followed by a fresh strawberry crumble, and had a pleasant couple of hours catching up. They now run a smallholding twenty minutes or so from here, and arrived bearing a dozen fresh eggs and a couple of chorizos: their latest venture. I sometimes feel I'd like to send some of my feckless customers down there to hear how our friends have coped with financial and health shocks in recent years. Another recent venture is the purchase of an Airstream caravan with a view to letting it by the week in the summer. There is no end to these guys' enterprise: I wish I had an ounce of it.
The magnolia is starting to look really good, but the crocuses and daffodils are getting to the untidy stage. Fritillaries are in flower, as are the tulips. One potentilla is in flower, but the others seem to be debating whether to live or die, and the question remains unresolved. Martyn chopped back the penstemons the other day, and I've potted up the cuttings taken from them last August (most now well rooted). I seem to have taken cuttings with some enthusiasm that day last August: I have also potted up box, sage and a couple of varieties of cistus.
Our neighbourhood wren is much in evidence, more aural than visual, although it was down at the primrose pots on the terrace just now. Blue tits too are around: there was quite a racket from their alarm calls at lunchtime, when we had a visit from a sparrowhawk. Another visitor around the same time was a goldfinch, which we rarely see here. Nijer seed and feeder now on shopping list. We see far fewer squirrels at the moment. I think they used to nest in the ash tree, the removal of which has made a big difference to the light. We stopped feeding the badgers, much as we loved to see them each evening, when they started digging the garden up. They've been at it again to a modest extent, so I've been filling holes and sowing grass yet again.
Of the taller fauna, no further signs of life from the conservatory people, and the double glazing fitter who was due to replace a sealed unit in my study yesterday has thrown a sickie. Rebooked for the middle of the month.
Nice lunch here yesterday with Immy, Jon and their youngest daughter, Lottie. Ages since we'd had them here, though we have hosted them for lunch in Lagrasse a couple of times when they have been returning from Spain. We knocked out a big home-made pizza and salad, followed by a fresh strawberry crumble, and had a pleasant couple of hours catching up. They now run a smallholding twenty minutes or so from here, and arrived bearing a dozen fresh eggs and a couple of chorizos: their latest venture. I sometimes feel I'd like to send some of my feckless customers down there to hear how our friends have coped with financial and health shocks in recent years. Another recent venture is the purchase of an Airstream caravan with a view to letting it by the week in the summer. There is no end to these guys' enterprise: I wish I had an ounce of it.
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