Trust you both had a good journey and are now enjoying glorious Wexford sunshine before the BIL’s Birthday hooley.
Seems that fish are into doing the “why did the chicken cross the road” drama…but they do have a valid reason for risking gills and fins
Near Skokomish River, Shelton, Washington, USA, there is an Unusual road sign warning to “Drive Slowly, Fish Crossing, speed limit 40.
Almost every year if the river floods the salmon take short cuts swimming across the road to go upstream to spawn. As always nature finds it’s own way regardless of what barriers man chucks at it…
(amazing how the two dogs in the red pick up stayed put with all those wriggling fish about)
This latest crime wave in London is nothing new as if you go back into London’s murky past, you’ll find all kinds of dark and dirty deeds. The University of Cambridge’s Violence Research Centre have released the Medieval Murder Map charting the grisly killings that happened within the City of London in medieval times, the map is a fascinating, albeit gruesome peek into the capital’s past.
There is a brief descriptions given to each individual death. You’ve got unexpected murderers, as seen in the tag marked ‘Hampshire clergyman murders retired soldier on their way to visit bishop‘. There’s lots of anti between different professions, as with ‘A deadly fight between members of the fishmonger and the skinner guilds‘…and even more chilling are the murders of those who deserved nothing more than a slap on the wrist for their crimes such as ‘Vicious attack for dropping eel skins outside a shop‘.
The murders where the researchers have decided to sharpen their comedic wit with a good pun such as ‘Cripplegate cobbler boots city messenger into eternity‘ is a surprisingly literary description, but it pales in comparison with ‘Welsh tailor kills Irish Will and goes Scot free‘.
I would say “you couln’t make that up” …but someone did .
How weird is that! It looked as though a couple of them copped it towards the end but I hope not. You’d think that the authorities would provide something more suitable really.
Catching after spawning is illegal but before spawning they are anybody’s game so did you not see them there locals lurking in the bushes and behind trees waiting to scoop up the yearly free salmon catch. Would you build a bridge knowing that was on offer to stock up your freezer!
I think the drivers were being as careful as they could but them fish had other things on their mind than road safety…if you get my drift.
That sounds like when I try to use a supermarket shopping trolley…you know those contrary basket on wheels with a mind of it’s own. I am sure they were micro chipped to annoy humans the minute they touch them. Got yer money now let the fun begin.
Wouldn’t mind trying one of these though except I do tend to prefer keeeping my knees together. .
Me too Mags and after attempting to use those self service checkouts you would certainly need a silly streak with your shopping trolley.
That David R Humble who invented that darn checkout till had it demonstrated by an 11 year old to prove how easy it was to use…which is no doubt why it speaks to us oldies like naughty kids when things go wrong …as they so often do .:shock:
Cor you missed out on a good earner there. Fortune favours the bold and you could now be a wealthy jeweller with all those throwaway circuit boards going to waste. Earings, Rings, bracelets, cuff links etc …still wasn’t to be so keep solderering on hey
We have all got horror stories of those ‘gone wrong’ deliveries but this has to take the prize. :shock:
Our Hermes hero no doubt in training for the next Olympic shot put trials tries chucking the parcel onto the balcony but can’t quite make it so…thinking quickly as you do, gets onto the van top for a better shot at it…and still misses. You could not make this up in your wildest dreams
Thanks Solo and Mags for your good wishes on our departure to Wexford.
We enjoyed ourselves down there and the weather was good considering the way it’s been on these isles recently.
I always enjoy the train journey down there, not too short and not too long, the track runs along the east coast with some beautiful scenery.
We got talking to a lovely elderly couple from Leeds on the train down, his grandfather came from Gorey town and he still has some relations there, this was his first trip to Ireland and he was as excited as a child at Christmas, I’m sure he’ll enjoy it, Gorey is a lovely little town with excellent pubs and very friendly people.
Plenty to bite on and chew here now, so I’ll let it all sink in and come back later.
Would you believe the hedge has grown another 6 inches high since I last cut it? that was about six or seven weeks ago, I’m astonished, must have been all the rain we had, ah well I’ll soon put a stop to that when she unleashes me with my trusty new trimmer, the Texas chainsaw massacre will be left in the ha’penny place.
Who was that when asked did he like flowers said “Yes I do, I like children too but I don’t go chopping their heads off” WC Fields I think it was, sounds like something he’d come up with.
Good to hear you are both back safe, sound, and having enjoyed your break…
I loved train travel but like everything else ours have gone to the dogs and when they eventually do turn up having to pay extortionate prices to risk life and limb standing it is now nowt but an insult to say “let the train take the strain”…mind you they dare not say that now do they.
(A gardening nod. Talking of W C Fields and chopping orf heads…always thought you left cutting hedges between 1 March and 31 July for bird breeding season!) :shock:
One of the hardest things I ever had to do was to assemble my broken heart, it happened when I was a teenager and my girlfriend ran off with a circus worker who’s job it was to assemble the printed circus boards, thankfully I managed to get over that OK, then I made contact with Phyllis at “The Junction” (a small dance hall in Henry St.) she got a shock when she saw me, she turned me on in a flash and it transformed my life.
Thanks for the gardening tip Solo, never knew that.
Robins are the only birds that nest in the hedge, they have had their young this year, they grow very quickly and I don’t see them around anymore, Robins have been coming to us for the past seven or eight years now, I’m always very careful to spot where they nest when doing the trimming.
They are very clever and nest well inside where the thick branches are, safe from the Wood pigeons who nest in a big tree next door, the dog helps to keep them away too, last year a chick got out of the nest and fell onto the grass, the dog sat beside it and barked until Phyllis came out to put the chick back into the nest.
Phyllis would have me life if I made them homeless, she practically has them eating out of her hand and they are not a bit shy of her.
Some people are just plain weird, just put the TV on and an old episode of the Chase was on, a contestant was asked what she would do if she won the money, she stated she would watch Primates having sex!!! well, she said she would like to see Mounting Gorillas.
Robins seem to know who they can trust more than any other bird. I found one of my robins in the kitchen last week. He pops in to remind me if I have forgotten to fill the bird bath…and the little fella is always spot on.
Those clever Greenlanders knew how to make life simple back in its 18th century colonial era when they colour wooden buildings and houses which were sent up from Scandinavia as timber kits. Bit like Ikea flat packs today… only huger
Buildings were painted in one of five colours…red, black, yellow, green and blue and each colour had a specific meaning. The reasoning behind the colour coordination was to make it easier to distinguish between the houses before street names and house numbers were used. Clever hey
Red was the most used colour as it represented not only the church and anything related to it but also trade.'Later on the trade lot shifted over to its own colour black. Yellow represented anything health related. All hospitals were painted yellow as were the houses where doctors and nurses lived. Green was at first the symbol for radio communication and with the development in personal communication devices it later became the colour of telecommunications and Blue was for GTO (The Greenlandic Technical Organisation) and factories.
As red was already taken by the ‘heaven forbids’ lot…We don’t know what colour pubs and brothels were painted so perhaps they used the left over paints to do stripey colours…ok maybe not. .
NB Colour helps with navigation too, for example as anyone who has driven into Fishgaurd will know there is (or was) a very shockingly glaring yellow house on the hill which you cannot fail to see as it blinds you…so if you have not crashed your car in shock you know you are not far from your hotel and ferry
