Blue Bird (it’s child’s play really)

This is Boris, he is very beautiful,

 

I have more photos to show you, but for now I can go to bed happy that I have managed to  adjust, crop, copy and get a  photo to this blog, having today unwrapped a copy of Lightroom photo editing software, it seems mightily sophisticated compared to what I have been using, I felt a tad over whelmed so I did what all grownups should do at such  a time; ask a twelve year old to help, Joe was whizzing around the histograms, resetting  the tone control and waving the adjustment brush, whilst I was still trying to read what to do, sigh.

Now and Then

‘Modern houses they all look the same’ a popular perception

And old ones?

 

I couldn’t date this terrace, can any one help?

 

I’m teetering on the edge of a migraine, I think I’ll go and lie down. Stay cool.

Here be Dragons

I found this wonderful beast clinging to an iris leaf, up at the pond on Sunday afternoon, I took it be a dragonfly emerging from its status as a nymph into a fully fledged flying machine.

 

I had absolutely no idea how long the process would take, minutes, hours, days? So I pitched camp up by the pond for a couple of hours to watch (this was no hardship whatsoever, after so many weeks of busyness.) I was brought a succession of  cold drinks and I had books to read, it was all a bit of a luxury actually.  My concern was that a bit like a mammal in labour, an important bit would be ‘delivered’ and woosh, suddenly its all over, probably when I was looking the other way  and  I thought it might be the wings in dragonflies’ as they emerged from their casing that was the tipping point. Well I can report that nothing happened.

There were other mini beast to watch though.

 

 

It was still there the next morning, nothing seemed to have changed, not to the naked eye at any rate, I checked a couple of times more during the morning, and there it was gone, disappeared, I never did get to see it take to the air, I missed it. (I’ve since read that they don’t develop their magnificent colours for a few days, so maybe the moment wouldn’t have been quite as dramatic as I hoped.)

The legacy of time lounging by the pond is I have a number of nasty insect bites, that kept me a wake last night ( I’ve got a swollen finger that looks like a pork sausage!) and the  resulting antihistamines have kept my brain asleep for most of the day! I suffer for this blog you know, but not too much, as I write its late evening and the smell of honeysuckle is wafting through the open window, delightful.

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In the cool of the day

After a hot sticky night and with a very warm day (and week) forecast I took to the footpaths at 7:30 this morning, the visibility was very poor, I’m not sure if you could describe it as a heat haze, but I do know it was hot and humid, I pitied the poor commuters who would taking the train into town.

If you would like to see some much clearer views of the Peak District,  learn how to build drystone walls,

or see the WW11 aviation wrecks on the Kinder Plateau, take a look at  last nights ‘Country File’, BBC1 on iplayer  ( sorry guys, this episode does not feature the pin up for men of a certain age, Ms Julia Bradbury)

Bovines have been getting a bad press lately, it’s not a load of old bull

But something to be aware of (especially if you have a dog with you)  rather than terrified of.  This bull was as happy as  a cow in clover, as he had his ladies for company.

No bull over ten months old, should be kept in a field that has a public footpath crossing it, without being accompanied by cows or heifers, because he will be a tad frustrated and get grumpy and no bull from recognised dairy breed (Ayrshire, British Friesian, British Holstein, Dairy Shorthorn, Guernsey, Jersey and Kerry) is allowed in such a field because dairy bulls  ARE nasty and grumpy, period.

Mr Uhdd is home from his Three Peaks Yacht Race, having had a whale of a time and is planning the next adventure, this comes as no surprise to me.

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Still

In the stillness of a sultry summer afternoon, yet more photos of damselflies, they are hypnotic.

Not as many as earlier in the week, you might remember this dinghy, it featured last autumn (without the damselflies) it still drifts around the pond

If I could have got this pair of damselflies to face the other way (and got them in focus) they might have passed as a tableau of Kate Winslet and Tony De Thingymebob  on the bow of the Titanic

The Wit and Wisdom of White Van Man Continues

You may remember a few weeks ago a courier was so inspired by the view from our doorstep that he took to quoting Churchill? Well today I took deliver of a new mattress for Tom’s bed, after the two guys had hauled the thing upstairs for me (and lugged the old one back downstairs, so they could take it way with them, how useful a service is that?!) They too paused to take in the view.

‘You could never tire of looking at that view’ said one.

‘The last guy that made a delivery here’ I told him ’said that this view was was what Churchill was talking about when he said ‘we will fight them on the beaches.’

‘Humm’, said the other one thoughtfully, ‘if Churchill said that, who said ‘Defeat is bad?’

‘I don’t know, who did?’ I asked.

‘Nelson Mandela’s chiropodist.’ he replied.

Getting Warmer

It’s been a warm and muggy day today, with a few heavy showers, in fact it got so warm  outside that we considered opening some windows to let some heat in. With small windows and thick stone walls the house is tardy to warm with the heat  of the sun and whilst the outside world has been trotting around in T-shirts, indoors, sat at the PC, I’ve donned a fleece.

Some photos from the pond, the blue damsel flies are prolific, I’ve never seen so many and at the rate at which they were mating  it would suggest even more for next year.

 

And a couple of odd shots; the ‘oil on water’ colours come from the reflections on the water of the purple and yellow Iris and the blurry look from the frantic wing flapping.

 

 

Let’s Dance

Morris Men strut their stuff

As it’s the Summer Solstice today, a post that shrieks summer (and the  drinking of draught bitter)  you can read more about Morris dancing here or watch some dancing over there,

For some very different looking Morris men, try

Andyholmfirths photos on Flickr

I’ve read that Morris dancing is in danger of extinction, however this little girl was showing future potential, dancing just like  her grandpa

I quite fancy owning a pair of clogs, its the sound of the clog irons I like, I think it goes way back, to the child in me, and I must have been less than five, I used to  love shuffling round the kitchen in my mums shoes because I like the clicky klacky sound they made on the quarry tile floor, not sure about the bells though.

As well as fathers day (Mr Uhdd is not around for that, he’s got other things on his mind, The Three Peaks Yacht Race is under way) apparently it is Naked Hiking day, I’d seriously suggest you don’t try that around here, as the nettles are thigh high at the moment, the farms dogs are nippy and the locals would not be friendly, but if you want to see what it is all about. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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First Floor Office

 

I’m not very good at settling down and cracking on with some work when there are distractions around, I just can’t shut out background noise very easily and other peoples phone conversations derail my train of thought. So a couple of weeks ago Joe and I hauled some furniture around and made me a little private space, the box room is now my office, my very own padded cell: I’ve got a pen tidy, a pot plant and an angel-poise lamp, my books on the book case and of a pair of binoculars and the camera, you see my new ‘office’ has  a view over the pond, it’s a bit of a distraction. I can watch the heron basking (and panting) in the sun.

as I looked on, it stalked the edge of the pond and then made  a dramatic ‘belly flop’ dive into the centre of the pond, I missed the shot,

but I’ll be ready next time.

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And Ships are Tossed at Sea*

 

It was very wet and windy yesterday, Mr Uhdd tells me it was blowing up to 43 knots off the coast of Wales, which sounds very unpleasant to me but then I can feel queasy when stood on a pontoon, let alone on board a yacht in rough seas; the latest info on seeing the killer whales swimming alongside was that they were so close they could feel the spray from their blow holes, now part of me think WOW that is amazing and part of me thinks ughhhh whale snot!

Here the heavy rain felled the meadow grass, more crop splats than crop circles

The field has something of a ‘bed head’ hair look about it, but very cleverly the grass  will right itself as the weight of water lifts, time lapse photography would be interesting.

I was accompanied on my circuit of the field by the cats, who walked with that prissy ‘I’m getting my paws wet’ gait

Usually they will use the top of the wall as a dry walkway, but they seemed a bit edgy, neighbourhood cat wars are ongoing and they were taking no chances, you never know who is hiding in the long grass..

*And ships are tossed at sea, from a poem by Robert Louis Stevenson