2009 — 23 August: Sunday
Tonight's picture of Christa. A perfect demonstration — yet again — of my apparently unerring ability to focus on background details to the detriment of my main subject. In this case, the diabolically naff wallpaper we "inherited" in one of the spare bedrooms of the first house we bought in Old Windsor in April 1976. Still, at least she smiled at me (again):
And that's it for a while. G'night.
The game commences...
... usual fee, plus expenses. It's 07:46 and off to a sunny start. I have a lunch to pack (for which I grilled sausages last night, succumbing to the temptation of 33% of them on, as it were, the spot). Then it's off to the races, or at least, over to Winchester to rendezvous with Mike and set off for destination currently unknown. Will I be able to stay away from my new amplifier for all this time, I wonder? No doubt a cuppa will clear my brain a little.
Time marches on. It's 09:29 and time to pack that lunch, get dressed, and set off on the fresh air trail.
A bit later...
The sky was very blue:
We walked not too far from the village of Selborne, quite near Four Marks golf club (at one point) for around 6.5 miles. It was practically deserted — where does everybody go, I wonder? — very peaceful, and (being a pair of old codgers) we took it easy across the many contour lines as it was also rather warm. The little porch thermometer here was reading 38C when I got back about 90 minutes ago. So it was straight into the shower. Then, a cuppa or two while I took the time to finish pondering what to reply to young Brack as he ventures into the world of pain that is post-VHS video recording and streaming.
And now, Stuart Maconie is playing us BBC 6Music listeners the entire first half of the David Bedford music I mentioned here. Cool!
It's amazing what you can sometimes see through a gap in the hedge, isn't it? My own childhood garden toy was limited to a swing:
One wonders if what's left of the Manson family lives anywhere near. (My thanks to Mike for both photos. I rotated the first through 90 degrees for obvious reasons.)
Thanks for nothing...
... Ireland. Personally, I'm a great believer in the principle of "live and let live". Others obviously lack this belief:
A statement is blasphemous only within a religious context, and the systematic avoidance of blasphemy is part of religious practice. Thus, a law against blasphemy is an obligation to live your life according to the religious beliefs of others.
Nicely put. I would have said "in a nutshell" but that's probably blasphemous. It's 20:10 and time for some mindless entertainment, methinks. Just don't go too near the water! And this will probably make your eyes water... More good fun here, too. That will do for now.