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Saturday, 22 October 2016
After the lovely summer, autumn seems to be blowing kisses at me when I get up each morning. The darkness is about for around an hour and a half, plus the leaves are turning various shades of bronze and gold.
The foliage looks very appealing but the chill in the Fenland air lets one know that the beginning of the bleak seasons is upon us.
The fields are now just muddy furrows awaiting crops to be planted in the spring. Soon the flat fenlands will have a hazy mist over the fields with bare trees in scattered lines here and there along the dykes.
This is the time of year that Carole and I book a cruise to the Canary Islands. We start off from Southampton to Madeira and then to the various Canary Islands each day, returning via Cadiz in Spain and Lisbon in Portugal. It is our two-week break that clouds the bleak winter for us.
When we return, it is soon Christmas and from here on, the spring is but a few weeks. Or at least, it seems to be. The last time we were in Grand Canaria, we watched people on the beach playing football in the sand. We also saw a man dressed as Father Christmas sweating because it was still warm. We laughed and made a vow that we'll always cruise in the winter to the Canary Islands, just to break up the monotony of our English winter.
The Rose fair comes to Wisbech every July. It is a big event and a number of stalls are set up in the old church grounds. I clean and empty the bins around the small park and the blind gardens. From here it is a few paces to the steps where the old museum is and onwards towards the circular crescent where neat terraced Georgian buildings are.
One of the main historical names from the town, is that of a man called William Godwin. He was a political philosopher from Wisbech and was active in social circles of London from 1790 onwards. He had a daughter who caught much controversy and scandal back in that day and age. Her name was Mary Godwin. As a young woman she ran off with one of William’s political followers. His name was Percy Bysshe Shelly.
By the church in the above picture, one can see a small plaque to the right of the church archway. It is of the lady who was William Godwin's daughter. Her name became Mary Shelly and she wrote the famous novel, Frankenstein.
In a remote Fenland town, outside an old church archway, Mary Shelly is remembered with proud affection.
Sunday, 16 October 2016
Saturday, 15 October 2016
This single episode story was a prelude to THE DALEK MASTERPLAN. The Doctor was not in this introduction story, but what followed was a twelve episode story. Thirteen episodes if one includes this single introduction story.
My wife, Carole, was pottering about in the garden this morning. I was surfing the web and doing twitter etc. After a while, I decided to go out and see her. She was deadheading many of the withered flowers and generally tidying up as I upset the ducks by daring to walk into their little domain. For some reason, they always start to get alarmed when I first set foot in the garden. After a short time, they calm down.
I was rather surprised to see that there were still a number of flowers in full bloom. I do like the look of all the grand flowers but I'm not too good on remembering their many names. I looked down at some small blue ones. They looked very striking. Because Carole knows more about them than me, I decided to ask.
"What are these flowers called?"
She looked over and frowned. "Oh err... They're like Forget Me Nots, but they're not," she answered.
"Oh," I replied. "Like Forget Me Nots But They're Not?" I knew flowers had some strange names but I was taking the mickey out of her.
We both laughed and I decided to get my camera and get a few autumn snaps of some of the remaining flowers. As we went out the front, I saw a vivid blue flower and a passing dog walker wandered in to talk with us about it. He did not know what it was either but agreed it was rather striking. Like a cornflower but not! :D
Tuesday, 11 October 2016
Downham Market is full of odd little passageways and courtyards. They always look inviting and I can't resist going down them. I enjoy having a wander around the town. It is upon a hill and the little town centre looks as though it is captured in time. We were going to buy a house here when moving up from Essex. However, we settled upon the notion of moving to March in the end.
We still venture to Downham every now and then. Sometimes we do our grocery shopping there. It all makes for a nice afternoon out.
Monday, 10 October 2016
Red Mite is a blood sucking parasite. A flea that sucks the blood of chickens and can harm egg production. We bought an anti-Red Mite powder for our chickens and we had to clean the inside of the chicken hut with it a jet wash. We then doused it out with Jeyes fluid. This needs to be done every five to six weeks. I never realised how many things chickens are susceptible too.
Friday, 7 October 2016
I joined my son, Lloyd, on the Fishing lake. I was to get my grandaughter's birthday present. I wanted to get a move on, but he kept saying, "Do you mind waiting for an extra five minutes?"
He kept repeating that his bait would be taken and he could see the ghost carp, as he called it. He missed that one but hooked another. Suddenly his bite alarm went and as he struck, there was a huge splash by the reeds.
He battled for about a couple of minutes when I had the sudden idea of putting it on the phone video.
Thursday, 6 October 2016
Bashful Bert is called Bashful because he is very bashful indeed. A man full of bash and employed by me to grab your attention or be very bashful indeed. He tries to get you to look at things and if you forget, he gives you a friendly reminder. A bit like the Post Office. HE STICKS ONE ON YOU!