31st August 2011 
I'm out and about
On posterous
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
Tuesday, 30 August 2011
Shadow...
30th August 2011
Job done, result achieved, allowing myself the time to sit and reflect, smiling and happy, without a shadow of a doubt...... 
Job done, result achieved, allowing myself the time to sit and reflect, smiling and happy, without a shadow of a doubt......
I'm out and about
Light @ the end of the tunnel
> > > 29th August 2011
> Almost there, follow the light they say, tunnel vision required no interruptions 12 stages to complete.......
> 
> Almost there, follow the light they say, tunnel vision required no interruptions 12 stages to complete.......
>
> > > > > I'm out and about
Light @ the end of the tunnel
> > > 29th August 2011
> Almost there, follow the light they say, tunnel vision required no interruptions 12 stages to complete.......
>
> Almost there, follow the light they say, tunnel vision required no interruptions 12 stages to complete.......
>
> > > > > I'm out and about
Sunday, 28 August 2011
Head down......
28th August 2011
And read, read, read, study, study, study, write, write, write and reflect, reflect, reflect ........ 
And read, read, read, study, study, study, write, write, write and reflect, reflect, reflect ........
I'm out and about
Saturday, 27 August 2011
The Discovery Line?
27th August 2011 Lots of interesting discussion and sharing of ideas in Castle Fegrig today. The start of some lines of conversation not reaching their expected end but finishing somewhere else altogether. Other lines took the conversation along new unexplored routes stopping at places to view web sites, video and still images. The most exciting line of communication was the one that to my mind was like a mystery tour not sure what might be said next. The creative juices were given free rein to explore. Happy and enthusiastic travellers traversing the intellectual network with the abandon that a pre paid and secure travel card brings. Unlike this image of a deepening stair to a seemingly empty travel system, I'm pleased to say my travel card was a family one. 
I'm out and about
Thursday, 25 August 2011
Bright or night?
25th August 2011
The continual struggle the dark side or the light side.
Some are drawn to the bitter some to the sweet.
Disciples see it as a test of strength.
Religion, Star Wars, Vampires.....
No of course not, more fundamental
TEA!
With milk or not, sugar or are you sweet enough, tea bag in for a quick dip or a tea bag wrinkling long soak?
Where are you in relation to the yellow line?
Taken with picplz.
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
Just the thing?
23rd August 2011
Trawling around the internet looking for things I came across this.
This could be the answer to the question
"How to enable winter, cold, chilly evening sitting on the patio looking at the view type behaviour?"
I could off course have considered this but I feel that this is more flimsy and perhaps not up to the winter westerly that blows in these parts.
Another alternative could have been this too silly perhaps and the neighbours looking over the fence may think a large furry creature inhabits our back garden leading to all types of embaressment and confusion when the joint police , SSPCA, Edinburgh Zoo response team arrive.
The price though is a bit steep, perhaps for Christmas, it's cold then.
Monday, 22 August 2011
It's getting cold!
22nd August 2011 I'm sitting waiting, take off delayed by technical problems on the inbound plane. I've had some tea and toast and am quietly working away, the only background noise of note coming from the occupants of an adjoining table. A couple (I'm assuming married to each other) face each other hardly any words passing between the two. What is the point? He sits making calls, sending emails, sorting out his business plans before his holiday. Although the impression is that this would continue to be his default situation during their sojourn to sunny climes. He told various people the phone would still be on when he was away. She sits and waits. The breakfast arrives she starts to eat. He is on the phone.
"it's getting cold" she mouths. Perhaps a comment on her marriage? He breaks and they eat in silence. The phone rings he converses between mouthfuls of bacon, beans and egg. Perhaps she tolerates this because of the life style and the holidays that his work provides? Perhaps she only needs his money and she has a life elsewhere with someone else? Whenever holiday calls for me the contact with work is cut and the blackberry consigned to the rest home for work mobile technology. I'm on holiday. She's gone now perhaps to the rest room, perhaps with her bag, the credit cards and the money. Perhaps she was saying nothing as she waited for the final pieces of her plan to fall into place? Too excited to speak, not that he would notice. She has now boarded a flight, zooming off to a continental hub and from there to anywhere in the world. How long before he realises that this is a rather long "look at the shops"she is having. Or perhaps he'll never notice, his phone just rang and he's off again. 
"it's getting cold" she mouths. Perhaps a comment on her marriage? He breaks and they eat in silence. The phone rings he converses between mouthfuls of bacon, beans and egg. Perhaps she tolerates this because of the life style and the holidays that his work provides? Perhaps she only needs his money and she has a life elsewhere with someone else? Whenever holiday calls for me the contact with work is cut and the blackberry consigned to the rest home for work mobile technology. I'm on holiday. She's gone now perhaps to the rest room, perhaps with her bag, the credit cards and the money. Perhaps she was saying nothing as she waited for the final pieces of her plan to fall into place? Too excited to speak, not that he would notice. She has now boarded a flight, zooming off to a continental hub and from there to anywhere in the world. How long before he realises that this is a rather long "look at the shops"she is having. Or perhaps he'll never notice, his phone just rang and he's off again.
I'm out and about
It's getting cold!
22nd August 2011 I'm sitting waiting, take off delayed by technical problems on the inbound plane. I've had some tea and toast and am quietly working away, the only background noise of note coming from the occupants of an adjoining table. A couple (I'm assuming married to each other) face each other hardly any words passing between the two. What is the point? He sits making calls, sending emails, sorting out his business plans before his holiday. Although the impression is that this would continue to be his default situation during their sojourn to sunny climes. He told various people the phone would still be on when he was away. She sits and waits. The breakfast arrives she starts to eat. He is on the phone.
"it's getting cold" she mouths. Perhaps a comment on her marriage? He breaks and they eat in silence. The phone rings he converses between mouthfuls of bacon, beans and egg. Perhaps she tolerates this because of the life style and the holidays that his work provides? Perhaps she only needs his money and she has a life elsewhere with someone else? Whenever holiday calls for me the contact with work is cut and the blackberry consigned to the rest home for work mobile technology. I'm on holiday. She's gone now perhaps to the rest room, perhaps with her bag, the credit cards and the money. Perhaps she was saying nothing as she waited for the final pieces of her plan to fall into place? Too excited to speak, not that he would notice. She has now boarded a flight, zooming off to a continental hub and from there to anywhere in the world. How long before he realises that this is a rather long "look at the shops"she is having. Or perhaps he'll never notice, his phone just rang and he's off again.
"it's getting cold" she mouths. Perhaps a comment on her marriage? He breaks and they eat in silence. The phone rings he converses between mouthfuls of bacon, beans and egg. Perhaps she tolerates this because of the life style and the holidays that his work provides? Perhaps she only needs his money and she has a life elsewhere with someone else? Whenever holiday calls for me the contact with work is cut and the blackberry consigned to the rest home for work mobile technology. I'm on holiday. She's gone now perhaps to the rest room, perhaps with her bag, the credit cards and the money. Perhaps she was saying nothing as she waited for the final pieces of her plan to fall into place? Too excited to speak, not that he would notice. She has now boarded a flight, zooming off to a continental hub and from there to anywhere in the world. How long before he realises that this is a rather long "look at the shops"she is having. Or perhaps he'll never notice, his phone just rang and he's off again.
I'm out and about
Sunday, 21 August 2011
The Chickens - " Tea"
> > 21st August 2011
> Finally the last of the new birds this time a Cream Leg Bar type we have called > "Tea"
> 
> Finally the last of the new birds this time a Cream Leg Bar type we have called > "Tea"
>
> > > > > I'm out and about
The Chickens - "Milk"
21st August 2011
The second of the new birds is a white Leghorn we are going to call her
"Milk" 
The second of the new birds is a white Leghorn we are going to call her
"Milk"
I'm out and about
The Chickens - "Coffee"
21st August 2011
The first of the new chooks an Indian Game Hen we have called
"Coffee" 
The first of the new chooks an Indian Game Hen we have called
"Coffee"
I'm out and about
Saturday, 20 August 2011
Let me out!
20th August 2011
The best laid plans for an introduction to the chickens went off plan this morning with some rushing off the door type behaviour.
Watch this space though once calm has been restored.......
I'm out and about
The best laid plans for an introduction to the chickens went off plan this morning with some rushing off the door type behaviour.
Watch this space though once calm has been restored.......
Thursday, 18 August 2011
Chicken update
18th August 2011
Evening from Castle Fegrig the chickens old & new are settling into a little flock.
Beaky the older re homed battery chook with the cross beak has settled down and accepted the squatters. Her pacing and high volume clucking now consigned to history. Although as oldest resident she seems to be ruling the roost and her younger chook mates seem at times intimidated. Barriers are being broken down though.
Twig the chook who decided she would try the arboreal approach, now has two claws firmly on the ground.
The other two the white one and the speckly wavy one have still to be christened. Having said that Twig may not be Twig.
It's all up to the Hen Mutter who is still deciding.
Pictures and video will be coming soon though after they have finished their media training.
Although the three youngsters have adopted a sleeping position of head to tail in some type of fan arrangement in the nest box. It's quite endearing but will this harmony reign ? As they grow bigger they will find it increasingly difficult to squeeze into the same space.
Wednesday, 17 August 2011
Red please!
Want a van?
You can have any colour, we've got
Cherry
Apple,
Winter cheek,
Flush,
Fire,
Fall,
Sunset,
Post box,
Embarrass,
Blood,
Strawberry,
Crimson,
Oh and Red!
Tuesday, 16 August 2011
Chicken tree?
15/08/2011 A new batch of chickens have arrived. First night and we've had some interesting behaviour thus far. But all good things come to sleep in the end and with the night falling we went out to put the chooks to bed. 1 (old one) present
2 (new one) present
3 (new one) present
4 (new one) absent! A look here and there and everywhere in between came to nought, a situation that lasted 10
minutes. Then a suggestion followed by a possible sighting led us to a young chook nestling in the branches of a tree looking down on the hen house. Not a little tree, a proper 10 year old one and there she was sitting on a branch getting ready for the night, 6 feet above the ground. She was extracated, chased and caught then placed in the chook house. From now on we shall look skyward quicker if a chicken is AWOL at curfew! 
2 (new one) present
3 (new one) present
4 (new one) absent! A look here and there and everywhere in between came to nought, a situation that lasted 10
minutes. Then a suggestion followed by a possible sighting led us to a young chook nestling in the branches of a tree looking down on the hen house. Not a little tree, a proper 10 year old one and there she was sitting on a branch getting ready for the night, 6 feet above the ground. She was extracated, chased and caught then placed in the chook house. From now on we shall look skyward quicker if a chicken is AWOL at curfew!
I'm out and about
Sunday, 14 August 2011
Chillin' with Clapton
14th August 2011 Sunny day, relaxin' and chillin' to Clapton..... Turn up the volume Dog! 
I'm out and about
Saturday, 13 August 2011
Food of the gods?
13th July 2011 I've had a notion for a while. It's been calling on me for some time like some long lost memory. Each time the drawer was opened it gave me a wave to say hello. Next time you say, the weekend perhaps, definately then you promise. All in the end they are filed in that part of the rain marked "later". This morning however in a internal filing error the "later" file seeped into the "yes please" file. I gathered my ingredients and began the process under the inquisitive eye of junior, who watched with interest. I had offered this to him to eat, hoping there might be enough in the store cupboard for me too. Add, splosh, stir, sticky, pour, cook, water, sultanas, soften , swell, plump and rest. I thought I would get into the cookery description style of the moment, all suggestive double entendres, licking lips and sultry eyes. I have and they are. After a while with the food cooked junior served himself and ate. Ate in that style that would suggest you have just given a mouse with a gastric band the run of the rice store. The excuses tumbled forth
"too rich"
"you made it with milk"
"it's different"
"I'll have it later" Not wishing to see good food going to the pigeons I told him to leave it and move on. As it had barely been touched it offered reinforcements to the meagre surplus that had been left for me. What am I wittering on about? It's one of my comfort food and if one believed advertising it is the food of the gods - Ambrosia. However home made is far better than the tinned stuff which in my opinion is too soft. This is the same fate that befalls the oven baked variety.
With me it's all cooked on the stove top in a pot. It's rice pudding! And in my case with added sultanas yum, yum. 
"too rich"
"you made it with milk"
"it's different"
"I'll have it later" Not wishing to see good food going to the pigeons I told him to leave it and move on. As it had barely been touched it offered reinforcements to the meagre surplus that had been left for me. What am I wittering on about? It's one of my comfort food and if one believed advertising it is the food of the gods - Ambrosia. However home made is far better than the tinned stuff which in my opinion is too soft. This is the same fate that befalls the oven baked variety.
With me it's all cooked on the stove top in a pot. It's rice pudding! And in my case with added sultanas yum, yum.
I'm out and about
Food of the gods?
13th July 2011 I've had a notion for a while. It's been calling on me for some time like some long lost memory. Each time the drawer was opened it gave me a wave to say hello. Next time you say, the weekend perhaps, definately then you promise. All in the end they are filed in that part of the rain marked "later". This morning however in a internal filing error the "later" file seeped into the "yes please" file. I gathered my ingredients and began the process under the inquisitive eye of junior, who watched with interest. I had offered this to him to eat, hoping there might be enough in the store cupboard for me too. Add, splosh, stir, sticky, pour, cook, water, sultanas, soften , swell, plump and rest. I thought I would get into the cookery description style of the moment, all suggestive double entendres, licking lips and sultry eyes. I have and they are. After a while with the food cooked junior served himself and ate. Ate in that style that would suggest you have just given a mouse with a gastric band the run of the rice store. The excuses tumbled forth
"too rich"
"you made it with milk"
"it's different"
"I'll have it later" Not wishing to see good food going to the pigeons I told him to leave it and move on. As it had barely been touched it offered reinforcements to the meagre surplus that had been left for me. What am I wittering on about? It's one of my comfort food and if one believed advertising it is the food of the gods - Ambrosia. However home made is far better than the tinned stuff which in my opinion is too soft. This is the same fate that befalls the oven baked variety.
With me it's all cooked on the stove top in a pot. It's rice pudding! And in my case with added sultanas yum, yum.
"too rich"
"you made it with milk"
"it's different"
"I'll have it later" Not wishing to see good food going to the pigeons I told him to leave it and move on. As it had barely been touched it offered reinforcements to the meagre surplus that had been left for me. What am I wittering on about? It's one of my comfort food and if one believed advertising it is the food of the gods - Ambrosia. However home made is far better than the tinned stuff which in my opinion is too soft. This is the same fate that befalls the oven baked variety.
With me it's all cooked on the stove top in a pot. It's rice pudding! And in my case with added sultanas yum, yum.
I'm out and about
Friday, 12 August 2011
Norwegian Blue?
11th July 2011
Oh dear! The black arm bands are out one of the chooks has gone to the great chicken coop in the sky. We had suspected for a while that she was a bit "hingy". She wasn't laying and her appearance was a bit unkempt, but she still seems interested in eating and rooting around. Tonight we went out to close them up for the night and we found one in the laying box and one flat out under the Scots Pine. I hope the one remaining bird doesn't get lonely.
Perhaps she needs a bit of cheering up?
Is this suitable, do you think? [youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vuW6tQ0218]
Oh dear! The black arm bands are out one of the chooks has gone to the great chicken coop in the sky. We had suspected for a while that she was a bit "hingy". She wasn't laying and her appearance was a bit unkempt, but she still seems interested in eating and rooting around. Tonight we went out to close them up for the night and we found one in the laying box and one flat out under the Scots Pine. I hope the one remaining bird doesn't get lonely.
Perhaps she needs a bit of cheering up?
Is this suitable, do you think? [youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vuW6tQ0218]
Thursday, 11 August 2011
Tuesday, 9 August 2011
Ants anyone?
9th August 2011
Perhaps bizzarely to some, I consider myself an ant person. I admire how they work together for the common good, their strength in numbers, their community and co operative approach to life. I've been known to sit for ages looking at them scurrying around foraging and recovering creatures and inanimate objects alike taking them back to their colony nest. Fortunately I've not been bitten, stung or infested by them so I'm quite positive about them.
Earlier on I found this trailer from the BBC I'll tune in to see more.
It's been viewed and shared a fair number of times so there must be more pro-ant people out there. Knowing the quirks of the webby world there are probably web sites, blogs and other things out there for ant liking folk but perhaps that's for another day.
Saturday, 6 August 2011
Toad or tomatoe?
There I was today in the greenhouse watering the tomatoes and the winter veg seedlings when I became aware of movement.
The movement was at the base of the bushy tomato plants but the source was difficult to see, camouflaged as it was.
On closer scrutiny I found this little chap scrambling about the earth probably more scared than I was inquisitive.
The picture was taken and it was off, not sure where, but there's enough vegetation around and with the rain pouring yet again he should be moist enough.
I now just need to discover what this particular amphibian actually is.......
The Zen of Fegrig
Always happy to provide a service this evening we have running water, gently tumbling over the pebbles.
Wether you lose yourself in the passing of time, contemplating the source of life, appreciating the calm and peace. Perhaps you stumbled across this and view it as serendipity or maybe you'll have the feeling that you need to pee!
Enjoy.
Umm umm umm umm.......
Friday, 5 August 2011
Where in the world?
20th July 2011
Dinner scoffed (spaghetti carbonara, if you're wondering) and sitting with a weather programme burbling over the telly waves. They're banging on about how wet and rainy the UK is during the summer.
Personally I don't mind I've been here for so long now it's just the price one pays for living here in the UK. Sometimes it's wet and sometimes not so......wet!
If you had the choice though where would you stay all year around instead of here?
Some of you may plump for some place hot but having spent 18 months living and working in Saudi Arabia I can assure that it rains there too, warm rain. When it's not raining it's hot, anyone for 40c plus in the summer?
Australia?,
around the Med?
Tropics?
Personally Sweden has an appeal. Cold, dry winters and warm, dry summers. Maybe I'm wrong?
What about you?
Thursday, 4 August 2011
What is this?
I was in the garden a few moments ago giving the chooks their dinner. I was aware of a buzz behind me and turned round to find this winged beastie about 2cm sitting on top of the chook run.
Anybody any idea what it is please?
Thunder.......please!
It's sticky, icky and muggy in these parts tonight. The type of climate where it needs to rain. Not just wee piddly showers of rain but big heavy serious thunder storm type rain.
The air needs clearing and I think that should do the job nicely.
Wednesday, 3 August 2011
Right down the line
Things seem pretty busy at the moment the end just out of reach but coming closer.
Only one way forward though in order to get to the end of the line and some respite.
Onward, onward then a bit like this overhead rail line and it's not my stop yet.
Tuesday, 2 August 2011
Right down the line
Things seem pretty busy at the moment the end just out of reach but coming closer.
Only one way forward though in order to get to the end of the line and some respite.
Onward, onward then a bit like this overhead rail line and it's not my stop yet.
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