Sunday, August 31, 2014
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Post script 23/08/2014
After another two days in the nest this martin appears to have fledged. Having held this scrap of life in my hand for a few brief moments, I can only marvel that it can make it all the way to somewhere in Africa (no one knows quite where, see this link for more information).
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Friday, August 15, 2014
link to UK moths)? Or on further research a grass moth crambus pascuella.
Lack of activity recently has been caused by stifle injury to Spot's secretary. On the mend to some degree. He might get out.
Thursday, August 07, 2014
Monday, August 04, 2014
Sepia, that strange Victorian colour
Fills the August photographs
Of the Great War's early Summer days.
It gives the uniforms an army hue,
A hint of the coming Glories
That would leave so many acrid mouths
And mud enough for everyone.
Those carefully polished buttons
The dainty waxed moustache
A bullet for your troubles...
And a photograph for us.
Like most English families we lost relatives in the First World War. Great Uncle Earnest died, aged 23, in the battle of Loos in October 1915. He played rugby for Blackheath Rugby Football club along with his several brothers who included my own grandfather (who was wounded in the same battle). What leapt out of this photograph when I first saw it in the 1960's was the strong facial resemblance to living members of the family. The poem is part of a longer poem written, with some artistic licence, in his memory; the photograph is of the man himself, Earnest Lennox Robertson. Today we commemorate the beginning of that dreadful war. Tonight the lights across Great Britain will be turned out once more.
Posted by Spot at Monday, August 04, 2014
Sunday, August 03, 2014
It was Stoke Climsland Flower Show on Saturday and once again we were blessed with fine weather (it feels like every day this year has been fine). Every one is very creative round here. Especially with potatoes.