Saturday, 31 July 2010

How´s the boat coming along then eh?

This morning, Mr and Mrs Swan plus their 6 babes went for a visit to the boat shed to check up on progress…
 
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The kids sat and watched while dad showed them all how to climb a ladder…
 
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We’re still stuck with the crap cam here. Which reminds me, it’s over 2 weeks now since we dropped the fancy cam off to be repaired by Mr Cannon (Can’t). While we were handing it over to the assistant she asked if we’d like to track the repair. (Eh? Did they want us to go with it?) Then she mentioned the word ALERT for text messages, hmm, that word.
 
Turns out to be rightly so because we haven’t received an informative text or even an alarming alert since we tossed it over the counter. Perhaps we should’ve accompanied it in person after all.
 
So it’s either a typical crap admin setup or they’ve lost the dam thing – which would also be typical because it’s got our name on it…

Saturday, 24 July 2010

Well do you like this?

Just a little something I created as a banner for a boating group that shut down before I had chance to set up a profile, hmm, timing is everything…
 
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Anyway moving forward to last night (eh?) May I present the “Trails in the sky” collection. A new interactive form of modern art whereby you plot the flight path without ever seeing a plane…
 
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No Red Arrows required…

Thursday, 22 July 2010

The rainbow effect with a colourful story

I was going to start by calling this post “Over the rainbow” but that’s just too cheesy even for me.
 
So look what happened last night when them there angry clouds came over. It’s at times like this when one wishes one’s fancy camera was um, available for duty. But alas, it’s indisposed at the Cannon hospital, so we’ve only got the crap cam.
 
Awesome with the human eye this…
 
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And this…
 
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And this…
 
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And this…
 
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And this sunset later on…
 
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Today:
 
Tony the Mop came round for a visit to let us know he got a set of spanners for 20 quid from B&Q, apparently they should’ve been twice the price. (The excitement was underwhelming).
 
He also shared the heart warming fact that he’d be testing them out later today when he takes his “toilette apart,” so he can get rid of a blockage in his macerator (Ouch).
Mop quote: “Nothing’s going down even though it makes the right noise.” Now that’s the kind of news you really need to know first thing in a morning isn’t it? More “crap” and corny jokes that were so good I can’t remember them. Nothing wrong with OUR facility though,, smug He He…
 

Saturday, 10 July 2010

A cut by the cut

I remember when I was a kid, my dad used to cut the hedge round our garden with what looked like a GIANT pair of deadly scissors. It used to take him about 3 days to do the whole lot. But they didn’t have any hi-tech stuff in them days, or Alan Titchmark, or landscape gardeners who were always hidden away in the undergrowth of stately homes somewhere. Still, it looked great when he’d finished…
 
When Dave and me got married and we moved into our house, the back garden was something else, I mean those hedges were about 10 foot high and 5 foot deep. By then electric hedge trimmers had been invented and by god he needed them. We used to fill our brown wheelie bin, and (very kindly) two of our neighbours loaned theirs out. He used to hate doing that job, and I used to hate picking up all the debris. Still, it looked great when he’d finished…
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hen there’s this, beautifully manicured hedges next to the canal (towpath side) done yesterday, by a little man sat in a mini tractor thing with a deadly mechanical attachment. The deadly attachment  twirled in every direction you can think of. It was like watching the mechanical version of Edward Scissor hands, easy, no effort required. Still, it looked great when he’d finished…
 
Andy does a lovely job of landscaping the marina, but this guy did a great job of getting the hedge at the other side of the canal straight on a bumpy towpath,.Even if he did have a giant deadly penknife to help him…
     
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Bet he couldn’t do that with a grotty pair of garden shears…

Wednesday, 7 July 2010

This was supposed to be about cutting a hedge

But, mom and pops here brought the kiddies round for a visit so any topiary talk (yawn anyway) was cut off. By gum the little ones have grown a bit since last time we were out on the canal.
And there’s still 6 babes…!
 
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Here’s dad teaching his youngsters the snap trick; how to sneak bread directly off the jetty when your big enough to reach it...
 
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And we didn’t forget the water hen family, 4 little survivors out of 6, doing well considering none of them survived last year…

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Well surprise, surprise, news just in: “THERE’S A HOSEPIPE BAN COMING INTO FORCE ON FRIDAY IN THE NORTH WEST.”
 
So now it´s official...

Monday, 5 July 2010

Unpredictable Weather

I took these photos last night as the sky was clearing, just to show how quickly it could change in one day. Without even realising at the time they’re proof of how the predicted “downpour” disappeared as quick as it arrived…!
 
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Hope I’m not turning into a boring old fart who’s become obsessed with the weather and photos of the sky. Wouldn’t want to be the canal equivalent of a “train spotter's anorak” when there’s no need for one…

Sunday, 4 July 2010

A wet and windy welcome to July on the waterways

Well I wonder if we’ve had our summer and that’s it for another year? After all, the longest day has been and gone, we’ve had the mini heat-wave, mandatory water shortage, so I suppose floods are on the horizon now after 24 hours of drizzle.
 
Oh dear has Heth the optimist turned into “Heth the pessimist?” Well no, but it’s easy done when it comes to weather prospects. I think perhaps we’re all conditioned to expect the worst now. Especially when we get told it will be “changeable for the rest of the week” straight after mentioning the weather front for today…
   
What we woke up to this morning…
 
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But it was a great excuse to sit down and watch the master tennis player of all time (with the most gorgeous smile in the world) win Wimbledon. Ah, well done Nadal. The ACE quip of the day was when someone in the crowd shouted “C’MON ANDY” at the top of their voice, clever sarcasm aimed straight at Mr Murray Mint there.
 
Yes, I realise we got the bum end of the weather here today. Comes as a big shock to the system when it’s been so nice for so long, then it changes dramatically overnight. We usually manage to avoid the worst here but not this time.
 
Talking of drama It didn’t go amiss that the sun shone down on Wimbledon for a full two weeks, I mean that’s just not tennis…
 

Friday, 2 July 2010

Cute Kestrel

Dave spotted a kestrel doing a fantastic aerobatics display over the marina this morning. So he grabbed the camera and here’s the upshot result, (no cropping required), well ok the church spire got trimmed a bit but that’s all.
 
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Spot the kestrel on the church clock tower – looks like its part of it…
 
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But I guess that’s the idea when carrying out a covert operation, camouflage and patience is a virtue. Lets give some credit to the expert photographer himself who stalked a kestrel while stalking its prey.
 
News just in: No worry’s about my broken timepiece anymore, I setup a portable sun dial on the roof of the boat this afternoon. Accurate to a hundredth of a second, well that’s what it said on the box…

Thursday, 1 July 2010

Foibles and Flowers

Amongst the ever increasing list of failing gadgets and gizmos on this boat, (laptops, mobile phones etc). My watch stopped last night at precisely 12pm – weird or what?
 
Of course I didn’t know this till I woke up this morning and thought it was 12 noon. Somehow it didn’t feel like 12 noon and I was aghast that we were both asleep for so long. Hadn’t even got up for a wee in the night which is unheard of.
 
So I put the kettle on and started mooching about, then I heard Dave mumble “Heth, what you doing?” I began to explain how we’d overslept by about 3 hours, in mumble language he told me it wasn’t yet 6am. I thought he was just winding me up, (puny puns rule) but the microwave told me otherwise.
 
After a quick inspection of said watch the second hand wasn’t moving, then the brain cell ordered me to (have a wee) and crawl back into bed NOW. Later on I dug out my spare watch which had also stopped, surprise surprise... I’ve kept looking at my naked wrist all day. It’s made me realise just how often we check to see what time it is, even if there is no important VIP function to attend today…
 
This all begs the question(s): Is TT up to her tricks again? After all, if she can’t turn herself into a floating disaster zone anymore, because with great patience and hard graft lasting MONTHS. We’ve foiled all attempts at mutiny, does this mean she’s now gained the power to control how other objects misbehave aboard? A frightening thought indeed…
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And at the other end of the spectrum – here’s a natural chain (of observed) events that doesn’t raise any worrying questions at all:
 
Water iris behind the boat (well all over the place really) just a month ago…
  
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This is how it looks now – all fluffy, still pretty…
 
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Looking down the pier a bit to the right, spot the bull rushes…
 
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There, a nice note to end on for today’s post, well better than it started anyway…