Sunday, 31 January 2010
One of the many "meanders " in the river Earn as the valley floor is so flat and thus prone to flooding.
A westward view from our path.
A northward view showing some fresh snow on the distant hills.
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
The minute he was left, as went to pack in some more of my belongings, he started barking. Covering his cage did no good but eventually he quietened down, so long as he could see me. We are not talking about some frightened, quivering puppy here. Charlie is as bold as brass. He had his quiet spells and he had his noisier spells.
The buzz and noise inside the show hall made no difference to his exuberance! He was happy but not the best trained show dog in his class.
We had the most disobliging driver for our coach. He missed out our usual breakfast stop and so arrived at the showground at 5.30am, jumped out of his seat and opened up all the luggage compartments with all our trolleys, bags, chairs etc. Did he expect us to stand around in a dark, cold, damp carpark till the halls opened at 7am? We didn't.
He had also parked the bus so that where we exited the bus down steep steps to a side door with dogs and cages we landed in a big puddle of muddy water, which grew as the day went on with the heavy rain, and even although asked politely if he could move the vehicle to a drier place, he merely shrugged his shoulders and wandered off.
On our return to the carpark, one of my friends suggested we use a plastic bakers tray she had found, turn it upside down in the middle of the by now small lake at the bus door, which we did and somehow managed to balance ourselves and push and pull older exhibitors till we were all back on board. I could go on about other mean little things he did like shutting off all the lights and expecting us to leave the bus in the dark at the services for a meal later on, but that is enough for now.........not our favourite driver!
Oh, by the way, the show was fine and my dogs and I had a pretty good day!
Tuesday, 19 January 2010
This is why I have great difficulty photographing my own dogs. The minute I appear with a camera the horde descends on me and in an effort to keep the lens free of smears from little tongues I usually have to stand upright so the dogs always end up having short legs and big heads as I click looking down on them. It's quite difficult to take a solo shot as someone always homes in on the subject! Here I tried sitting on a chair but ended up with Mo on my lap.
Little Roley was taken, alone, into the living room in an attempt to get this elusive shot but he ended up down on my level on the carpet.
He was still for a moment, but I think I moved!
Monday, 18 January 2010
Monday, 11 January 2010
Chic spent the forenoon shinning up and down a ladder, like a yoyo, with kettles of boiling water to thaw the mound of ice in the rhones and at last he freed them enough to pick out the ice, chunk by chunk. That should allow the melting ice now to drain back down from higher up under the tiles as well as from the surface .
I chipped away, outside the back door, at the packed down snow, which had turned to ice and shovelled it into a pile but shortly afterwards I found that Charlie and the pups had been carrying chunks into the kitchen---another mess to clear up.
Sunday, 10 January 2010
The usual dog walking paths are well trodden down with about 3 inches of hard packed snow, but at the side, the snow, even after sinking a bit, is still a good 12 inches deep. Some kind soul has chipped out the long flights of steps which lead up out of the den as it had become quite slippy and dangerous (especially for an old lady/woman!) even with walking boots.
The burn is almost completely iced over and the falls are very picturesque but .......Hurry up, Spring!
Thursday, 7 January 2010
A starling feeding.
..and another hanging from one of the feeders. They are quite bossy and remind me of little soldiers.
A bleary photo of a sparrow (mainly because he does not sit still long enough for me to get the camera focused.)