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ashlyme C was lovely enough to venture out last night in Bulwer-Lytton weather and drop off my presents. We chatted for a bit in the garage before she drove off to her girlfriend's. I now have a small spherical hanging terrarium packed with local mosses. It looks quite Village-ish; all I need to do now is find a miniature of Leo Mckern's Number Two to sit among the fronds. I also have a chocolate plaque of the Green Man*. It seems sacrilegious to eat him but C tells me she can create a resin version - and besides, it's seasonally apt.
Enough rainfall now that the ford on Henwood Lane is a yard deep. The footbridge was okay except for the last few feet being under water; I had to inch along the fence itself and hop onto a log to stay dry. It adds a little adventure! I had the lifelong walker's schadenfreude at seeing the driver of an overpriced, overfast car hesitate before going through.
Monday I walked with JH through Kings Norton (which has more Tudor buildings than you'd credit for Brum) and Northfield, where we explored the cemetery at St Laurence's. One grave revelled in the glorious monicker of Eusebius Tyler; isn't that great? Close by is a glacial boulder they had to shift due to roadworks and installed in its own railed-off pen. (Curiously enough the only other glacial erratic I know of here - "the War Stone" - is also located by a graveyard, that one in the Jewellery Quarter.) It gives its name to the Great Stone pub across the road, which looks very rural for such a built-up area. We decided to have a pint there in safer saner times. I bought an 1886 pocket edition of Walton's The Complete Angler for a couple of quid. It's not a hobby I'd ever take up - I disliked eating meat even in my omnivorous days - but I've always been curious about the book. The adverts for Victorian household and health products on the endpapers were the clincher: I'll pass on "Mr. Dredge's Heal-All" and have no idea what "balsam of spermaceti" is but am pretty sure it doesn't belong in cough drops!
I doubt I'll be posting for a couple of days so I'd like to wish you all a good Yule. I hope it's as peaceful and happy as possible for you. <3
*Edit - my eyesight is pants; I unwrapped this just now and it turns out to be a Venetian carnival mask (which is till very much within my interests) with enough feathers that I mistook them for vegetation.. Oops. On the plus side I may've inadvertently identified a gap in the chocolate market.
Enough rainfall now that the ford on Henwood Lane is a yard deep. The footbridge was okay except for the last few feet being under water; I had to inch along the fence itself and hop onto a log to stay dry. It adds a little adventure! I had the lifelong walker's schadenfreude at seeing the driver of an overpriced, overfast car hesitate before going through.
Monday I walked with JH through Kings Norton (which has more Tudor buildings than you'd credit for Brum) and Northfield, where we explored the cemetery at St Laurence's. One grave revelled in the glorious monicker of Eusebius Tyler; isn't that great? Close by is a glacial boulder they had to shift due to roadworks and installed in its own railed-off pen. (Curiously enough the only other glacial erratic I know of here - "the War Stone" - is also located by a graveyard, that one in the Jewellery Quarter.) It gives its name to the Great Stone pub across the road, which looks very rural for such a built-up area. We decided to have a pint there in safer saner times. I bought an 1886 pocket edition of Walton's The Complete Angler for a couple of quid. It's not a hobby I'd ever take up - I disliked eating meat even in my omnivorous days - but I've always been curious about the book. The adverts for Victorian household and health products on the endpapers were the clincher: I'll pass on "Mr. Dredge's Heal-All" and have no idea what "balsam of spermaceti" is but am pretty sure it doesn't belong in cough drops!
I doubt I'll be posting for a couple of days so I'd like to wish you all a good Yule. I hope it's as peaceful and happy as possible for you. <3
*Edit - my eyesight is pants; I unwrapped this just now and it turns out to be a Venetian carnival mask (which is till very much within my interests) with enough feathers that I mistook them for vegetation.. Oops. On the plus side I may've inadvertently identified a gap in the chocolate market.
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Date: 2020-12-24 03:38 pm (UTC)Mist blowing round some headland, somewhere in your memory.
Everyone is from somewhere
Even if you've never been there.
So take a minute to remember the part of you
That might be the old man calling me.'
Have a good holiday
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Date: 2020-12-24 03:53 pm (UTC)