would you look at that

Now this is what you call a classy door knocker, some lovely styling, shame the door is looking a bit tired but the knocker lovely.

a change is as good as a thingy

Well its simple really the gloves are proving harder to find, obviously better camouflaged these days or they see me coming soooooooo.

Socks especially as these two just leapt up in front of me demanding to be seen by all and sundry, hows it going sundry, alright.........

 The one above is obviously getting itself into camo mode and is almost concealed, but

Well this one has just not go it yet well quite yet anyway.

you know youve missed them, its the first glove for ages and ages bless its cotton socks

Hang on Malcolm calm down its got no socks cotton or otherwise its a glove, blimey boy have you been taking the medication.

Anyway he said, trying to be calm after finding a glove again, look how this one is trying hard to blend into the background, cunning eh, is that why I haven't seen many lately now there's a thought there could be loads of them out there cunningly concealed and waiting there chance to take over the world.

Ents in the land of Story

And there it stands, it and a few more in a shelter belt planted up to a hundred and fifty years ago. This one is an Alder it stands there looking older than its age. I think its roots have gone down into the clay beneath, as the peat soil has eroded away and dropped the roots have been exposed and have developed a bark covering. Look carefully and you can see through at ground level. I might be wrong but thats my guess. Do you know a better answer???

There be giants in the land of story

I cant keep away from the land of story it draws me time after time, and today was especially tough with the rain lashing down while I was on site. Mind I could and did leave after a short while which is more than the veg pickers could do. All day in waterproofs picking celery and cabbage  in the rain and cold a lovely way to earn not a lot.

Then on the way home and thinking about what stories to tell a group of carers over their lunch, I saw these three golf balls, yes look close they are there, and giants had to feature in the stories somewhere and they did.

The Essex Tiger

Had a look round Beth Chattos gardens a few days ago, looking round I came across this character asleep in the cover afforded by some grass at the base of a Swamp Cypress.

It didn't move a muscle while I got closer and took a photo, talk about carefree. A nicely marked Tabby without a doubt.

a bit of a wandering history moment

You know what its like, you go sightseeing and taking in the story and all of a sudden you're there. You dont!

I was standing on the bridge over the A11 where Fleam Dyke is cut through by it.

I was thinking of Anglo Saxon England and the role of Fleam Dyke and Devils Dyke and the others in this area when this idea that this is a modern representation of the invasion of East Anglia by the Mercians leapt into my mind. Then I woke up!

A bit James Stewart in the Rare Breed

Came across this scene beside the Little Ouse and couldn't help thinking of that film with James Stewart The Rare Breed.

A good herd of young Herefords grazing , further upstream I suspect I saw the father or at least the father of some of them, a lovely beast he was really dark red in colour and exuding power without even trying.

Cambridge Witches 2

Now I know I have posted about these before.

Those grand ladies who stand east of Cambridge on the hills, yes hills this is Cambridgeshire after all.

But once again it is a case of how many are there 12 or 13. Spooky stuff.

apparently i'm cool

That's what this bloke said, mind he was standing outside a pub in Cambridge having a smoke after having a drink and trying to chat this lady up. So perhaps it does'nt count?

He had seen the signs on my car about the work I do and was saying tha'ts really cool man (nufsaid?) do you like do it in libraries, I humoured him with a reply and got back, that's really cool and the gang. I was speechless. Shame he wasn't.

now I know my english usage and grammar is poor but......

I was walking through ramsey t'other day and saw this pub with a well known name.

The question is horse shoes or horseshoes, or can it be either

is it local......

Now dont get me wrong I totally support the whole local food and cutting food miles campaign, but and yes there is one I have to laugh at a certain advert faced by a famous chef where he asks where the beef comes from and the veg stressing the localness and then goes onto say the stock pots he uses are the best you can get.

How many international companies do you think make stock at a local level from local ingredients, I am going to guess very few.

aint that the truth

Just got home from telling ghostly stories to a group of folk from over the county boundary. After I had done scaring them and making them laugh I got to chatting to an elderly lady and it comes out that she grew up in the Newnham Cambridge area. I asks her a few questions about growing up in Cambridge as a young girl, she was 6 when it started and at Newnham Croft School.

She tells me about a bomb that was dropped and fell on Newnham and killed her teacher Miss Barton her mother and there dog. She then talks about not liking Cambridge much, she moved out to a vilalge when she married before moving further out later on where she likes the town and the whole area.

Its not the university itself she says about Cambridge, its the wannabees. And I sit here thinking I think I know what you mean.

Another Jones van what.........

Oh yes indeedy there is another Jones the Butcher van, this one is at the Bressingham collection in there Dads Army area. If you are into Dads Army and want a bit of nostalgia get yourself there its great, old scripts, where the scenes were shot and episodes running through the day.

Onto the van this one was used in the film version or so the blurb says.

This Dads Army link takes us onto a story I was told last weekend about the last person to be executed at the Tower of London the german spy Joseph Jacobs. He landed near Ramsey in Cambridgeshire breaking an ankle in the process, attracted the attention of two farm workers who got in touch with the Home Guard and was taken into custody by a Private Godfrey, or so the story goes anyway.

The things you see eh

Wandering in Lakenheath Fen a few days ago I came across this discarded finger, I did have a look.........

Frisky little devil it was when I touched it to move it off the track it reared back its head and pushed my finger.

What is it, its a Goat Moth caterpillar and yes they are that colour but as they live inside trees chomping wood for years on end you dont see them.