Tuesday, 31 March 2009
The music shop had advertised for secondhand accordions so it was plucked from its place of refuge in the loft and off we set, Chic with high hopes and me with some nostalgia.
My younger brother and I had been given this instrument in our early teens but neither of us persevered to master it. I reached the dizzy height of staggering through the Thunder and Lightening Polka, but not with the customary timing!
We had been reared on a diet of Scottish Country Dance music on the radio and I rather fancied myself leading a band in all the local hotspots,(village halls in the district with their monthly dances). I still like the accordion sound---I know, it's not very cool but it takes all kinds!
Chic humphed the big box into the shop, and the old master opened it up, took out our exhibit, examined it, ran practised fingers up and down the keyboard and said, "It's pretty old." I was a bit miffed, but when I did a quick calculation it was indeed a few years over 50! "But it is in very good condition, with perhaps a slight bit of tuning required"....hardly surprising since it has lain untouched, except for a brief encounter with a friend who played a few jigs and waltzes on it a couple of years ago. "You could advertise it in the Free paper. You might get £50 for it." Apparently, like everything else, accordion construction has "moved on".
The attempt to purchase the drive belt was no more fruitful. "We don't stock that make anymore. You could try ringing the phone number on the instruction leaflet." That's what we get for buying a £20+ piece of garden machinery, when all other models were over £50! So our crop of lawn moss grows unabated with no predator to keep it in check.
Monday, 30 March 2009
They have bright lights fixed to the rear of the tractor cabs to enable them to watch the machinery.
I passed by a field today where rolling was taking place and at times all I could see was a cloud of dust. It reminded me of one year when I was a youngster and had been given the job of rolling a field-----with horsepower!...these were the pre tractor days! (Yes, I'm Methuselah's sister!) The reason I wanted the job was so as I could ride the Clydesdale, Queen, back to the stable at lunchtime and teatime. Queen was an old experienced worker and could have done the job herself. What I remember most was the awful dust that seemed to get everywhere...in my hair, in my ears, up my nose and in my mouth as all the clods had been broken down to a fine stour,(ie.dust) and the fierce winds blew it mercilessly. However, after I had unyoked her from the roller, with the help of a neighbouring worker in an adjoining field, I clambered aboard the sweating animal and still remember the pleasure of riding her the half mile home, even although the sweat stung my bare legs. There were no jeans, as we know them, back then.
When I'm at the computer I look out on these crows' nests, perched precariously in the tops of these tall trees.
A closer view of the heap of twigs that passes as home to the crow chicks. They manage to survive all the buffetting of the March gales and are only occasionally blown down. The chicks or eggs in these nests have been whipped about during the past week. I bet they're glad to feel the wind abating!
Friday, 27 March 2009
Bronco and Cooper are the holidaymakers and the puppy has come to stay. As yet I have no pet name for him......any suggestions?
Tuesday, 24 March 2009
Sunday, 22 March 2009
Saturday, 21 March 2009
Best in Show was a Maltese with Reserve going to a Chinese Crested.