I’m playing with instagram stories and I’ve posted a couple on Instagram including this mornings walk with Boris or was it my walk with him or him with me? You can see what happened if you follow fegrig and check out my Instagram stories. https://www.instagram.com/stories/fegrig/ or they might appear on here automatically. #tinkering
The snow is leaving but like an entertainer, who craves the applause of the audience it made one last comeback. The temperature is rising but snow still clings to the earth, receding like the hairline of someone who needs to shave and go bald. The last patches of snow reminds me of combover hairs. Fine ...
It’s a sleepy weekend here with almost twenty hours of sleep logged and not a spinning wheel in sight. I was tired. No parkrun for me but Boris encouraged the pulling on of my boots for a walk in the haar shrouded woods. We were met with an eerie panorama with none of the direction ...
The morning came and I looked at the results of the “pitch inspection” – positive news, both local events a bit icy and slippery but going ahead, (at your own risk of course). Just a slight problem. After taking junior to work for the start of his early shift I returned home and decided to ...
Today’s walk for Boris and me was to a woodland we haven’t been to for a couple of months. On the last visit we spied the boards that the Forestry Commission had put up, inviting bids from companies to harvest the soft wood forest. A crop grown over the last thirty to forty years now ...
Walking is hugely underrated, so many times it is lost in the need to move faster/harder/stronger/higher that underpins more strenuous physical activity. Nowadays so many of us rush around, head down transfixed by a piece of electronic tech cradled in our hands. The surrounding world just moves by, little more than a back drop. For ...
Neither are in their first flush of youth. The dog rustles around the leaves, sniffing and huffing, convinced there must be a grey squirrel in those leaves somewhere. The man scuffs his boots through the carpet of fallen copper toned beech leaves, that cover the bare earthen floor of the wood. Part of both their ...
Photo’s, like you I’ve taken 1000’s and in this digital age once taken, they sit, generally unseen like some long forgotten artifect in the Indiana Jones repository of important archeological stuff. Like many my phone has become the camera of initial use, the “pocket instamatic” of the 21st Century. However I like the opportunities offered ...
That was the subject line in a recently received email. Initially I was suspicious. Was this an unscrupulous spammer using the seasonal shift for their own ends. Fishing the pond of the gullible, in the hope that they would hook someone in. The hooked in turn would invest their savings into the proposed leaf blowing ...
A meditative meander we had this morning, the only thing that was missing was Louis Armstrong providing the soundtrack. I had I had my companion for this morning Nature was in abundance At half way we stopped by the stream And meditated on the day Whilst cooling down And quickly back before the sky turned ...
