Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Popping Up

Poppies popping up everywhere.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Roots Manoeuvre

Harvested a few early carrot thinnings.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Pilton Pop Festival

TV coverage of Glasto was looking a bit uninspiring for my tastes until The Prodigy and Blur turned up on Sunday. Of course, for me, most of the joy of the festival is being lost in a field discovering something for the first time, being privy to an impromptu 3 a.m. performance by an insomniac genius or contributing to or working for the festival, rather than being a punter.

It's a shame that Oxfam, Greenpeace and Water Aid didn't appear to be given a slot to spout some positive propaganda and we really should have had an in depth exploration of all the innovation that goes on, including solar and wind powered generators.

Despite knowing most of the words to Bruce Springsteen's 1980 album, The River, musically, I'd rather have been at the Sonar Festival or All Tomorrow's Parties but then again, the subtleties and textures of electronic music tend to get a bit lost when heard live in cavernous marquees and buildings.

One of the best things about this year's Glasto was that my neighbours went, leaving in their wake a wonderful tranquillity, allowing me to enjoy the butterflies, moths, damselflies and night scented stock in the garden while still being able to hear myself think.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Jam Session

Spent an hour this morning with my head in the fruit bushes before a jam session at home.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Spud We Like

First early new potatoes.

Monday, June 22, 2009


I was going to blog about accidentally deleting some important preference files and losing my internet connection, email, trackpad and whole set up, which required half the night to rectify, but then I thought I'd post a photo of this frog, who hopped out of the strawberry bed this morning, instead.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

20 20 Vision

The end of a remarkable couple of weeks for cricket lovers, culminating in Pakistan beating Sri Lanka in the final of the 2020 World Cup and the England women's team triumphing as World Champions. I can't remember a more intense period of radio cricket commentary or TV highlights and don't know how the viewing public - let alone the players - are going to cope with five day Test cricket after gorging on two matches a day for the last fortnight.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Bad Hare Day

OK, so it's probably a rabbit.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Bristol Airport EIA

Environmental Impact Assessment of Bristol Airport.

The water sounds really loud to start with, like you've flushed your head down the toilet or something, but then it gets drowned? out by the overwhelming roar of the jet. The crows appear riled, defending their territory from the great beast in the sky, as they do many times an hour. The expansion of Bristol Airport will increase the frequency of this din throughout the Mendips.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Monday, June 15, 2009

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Avon Calling

(If you can't hear anything, try refreshing the page)

Friday, June 12, 2009


In an attempt to pollinate some tomatoes which are growing in an outhouse (over the moat in the east wing) I've been beenapping. There's no point using a paintbrush because of the way that tomato flowers are formed. What they need is the resonant vibration of an insect's wings - or a specialised horticultural vibrator.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Monday, June 08, 2009

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

River Tripping

Gurt lush view on the way up the Avon.

Beeses Teas - you'd think they should have one less 's' or 'e' or an apostrophe maybe, but they do have a ferry.

Cow parsley

Paddling point

Graffitti on path reads 'Boycott Bitton Station'.

Eco warriors not welcome here : thinkofengland.blogspot.com

Mr Angry rants here : thisisbath.co.uk

An old puffer. Coal might be crap, but you've got to appreciate the engineering innit.

No more woggles for this cub. Quite some way from the road. Didn't do a post mortem so can't say how it ended up like this.

The first time I cycled through this tunnel on the Bristol-Bath cyclepath about twenty years ago, it fair blew my mind. It didn't have any lights back then, so you really had to concentrate on the light at the end of the tunnel. Besides that nice metaphor, on a hot sunny day the experience was and still is, like cycling through a fridge.


Tuesday, June 02, 2009


Take three a day.

Take eight a day.

Monday, June 01, 2009

First Of June

Sweetcorn - Badger bait

Evening Primrose - Moth magnet