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Here is Spud the dog, reflecting on 2016. There’s been a lot to think about.
Category Archives: Spud on Sunday
Animal Tales
Where would the media be without a tale or two about animals, where would this blog be come to that, Spud the dog and his adventures always seem popular.
A couple of stories have caught my eye in the last week or so. Ahaaaa! I thought,you read that first on Uphilldowndale.
First there were reports of peacocks fighting their own reflections, yes we’ve covered that.
Then there was a tractor driving sheep dog on the M74*, which caused only mayhem and not carnage, fortunately; and whilst the sheep dog featured here didn’t know about handbrakes,it did know how to ‘give it some welly’
The M74 has made it here before too.
Here are Spud and Dodger, its not news, because it happens on a regular basis, but it is usually entertaining.
Dodger the kitten cat, claims ownership of Spud’s bed, Spud politely suggest he leaves.
That doesn’t work, so he tries to squeeze him out.
Nope, that’s not working, he tries pushing next.
Eventually they agree to share.
Land of Snow and Ice
A selvedge of snow still remains, banked up against the drystone walls, it lies in dips and gullies (or ‘gips’ as I used to call them as a child, no point wasting words when you can blend).
There are lanes that are still full to the brim, some with cars still entombed! Our lane was cleared of snow this afternoon, by man in a JCB digger.
Tom has returned home from a geography study trip to Iceland*, it has been warmer there all the time he’s been away than it has here. How silly is that. On his return he said how ‘green’ everything looks at home, but this is only in comparison to Iceland, not ‘as it should be’, at this time of year, in this part of of the world. It is dire for livestock.
Here are Joe and Spud on our walk on Sunday
Mr Uphilldowndale wanted to show me some mine workings that have ‘opened up’ recently: as a child I used to play no more than a stones throw from here.
My Mum has said for over fifty years that she is convinced the loud crash she and a friend heard one summers evening could only have been to do with the old mine workings, of which there are many around and about, both coal and lead. It’s not really what you want at the bottom of the garden.
Making them safe is the remit of The Coal Authority.
* I’ve been envious of Tom, I went to Iceland in the early 1980’s with my friend Bob’s-mum; it seemed a bit off beat for a holiday destination back then. I loved it, however unlike Tom, I didn’t get to swim in The Blue Lagoon, or see the Aurora Borealis… sigh.
The Further Adventures of Spud the Dog, March 24th 2013
Well you can guess who has enjoyed this weather, Spud the warrior dog with his icy breast plate.
The rest of us may be finding it all rather difficult, not Spud the adventure dog
I know that in many parts of the world, this amount of snow is not a big deal. But it is here, and so late in the year, I’ve not seen this much snow in the lanes since my childhood
(which wasn’t 1947 since you ask). It is the winds that have caused the drama, Tom and Mr Uphilldowndale spent hours digging out the lane yesterday, it was all back again in a few hours. As Tom wryly noted, it won’t stop filling in until every field east of here is empty of snow or the wind drops.
We went to visit Mrs Bee and her boys, they are not very happy. Mrs Bees road is worse than our lane, it is not going to plough out, it will be a snow blower, digger or a long wait for it to thaw.
We took emergency supplies of cheese and wine (essential do you not think?) and Tom helped carry a bail of hay for the farmer whose sheep are in the next field. Brownie points all round.
The space between these two drystone walls is the road, the walls are about five-six foot high at this point, full to the brim.
Spud and Ice
Not really the further adventures of Spud the dog, but we thought you might be pining for him, so here he is surveying the state of play of any remaining snow.
A little left under the walls. But the temperature remains chilly.
Mr Uphilldowndale tipped me off that there were some very blog worthy icicles over the hill. In fact he insisted we go take a look this morning before breakfast.
Tucked away in a deep clough, that sees not much in the way of sunshine at any time of the year. The icicles have formed from water that oozed from between the rock and roots,
dripping on to vegetation they seem to defy gravity at times; the Circ Du Soleil of the icicle world
as the growing weight of ice shifts the centre of gravity.
And the icicles head off in a different direction.
Splashes of water on moss, freeze before they have chance to soak away.
I feel this one has a touch of the Dale Chihuly about it.
The Further Adventures of Spud the Dog 17th February 2013
This week we’ve had snow and gales, sunshine, fog and everything in between.
Spring however is just starting to peek out from behind its lace curtain. Look here is a kitten-cat, some snowdrops and dappled sunshine.
This week is half term, and I’m very much hoping to extract this blog from its winter stupor. A visit to The Yorkshire sculpture park is on my radar. But it looks like we’ve missed the Mark Hearld exhibition, which is annoying.
But, where is Spud the dog? That is all you want to know.
The Further Adventures of Spud the Dog 10th February 2013
Poor spud the dog has been upstaged by his feline friends this week. Spud can’t really see what all the fuss is about with snow,
It’s tricky these days to take a turn around the field without the company of the cats, whether Spud and I like it or not.
The kitten-cats however are less keen to get their paws to deep in the stuff. They prefer to tiptoe along the wall wherever possible.
They only came down to play when I pulled the mono-pod out of the bag, then quite frankly they were a pain, the idea is it helps steady the camera, not when it has two cats trying to run up and down it, doesn’t.
It is quite frankly enough to drive you up the pole.
