Animal alphabet - S

S 

is for

SKUNK*

*smells lovely.
Just in case you wondered.

Quo vadis?

We do!

Yes, it's Roman Gladiator weekend at Chiltern Open Air Museum, so no guesses about where we went for an afternoon stroll ...

The Madwoman said it would be educational.

We think she just wanted to snigger at half naked men whacking away

at each other, also pretending it was all in the interests of being educational.

Anyway, they say a picture speaks a thousand words, so we'll take you on a pictorial tour, so you can see just what we learned. And you won't be able to complain that our blog doesn't give you value for money.

A dread portal.
No idea why it's dread.
But they always are.

We pointed out the sausage stand to the Madwoman, but they weren't ready. 

The Madwoman moved us on, saying that a watched sausage never cooks.

We were happy to wait and see if there was any truth in this, but

she has no patience.

Pffft. We were in the right place but at the wrong time.

Hmmm... skinned fox ...

Skinned wolf ... barbarians these Romans.
We moved on. Quickly.
Before they were overcome with the urge to
demonstrate how it was done.

Two chips off an old block.Appeared to be making matchsticks.

 

 A bit of practice fighting before
the big fights ...

A half naked man with a bow and arrows

The Romans appear to have invented the mini skirt as demonstrated here.
Not keen on that shade of yellow.
Or those knees ...

The Romans were also very technologically advanced
as shown by their grasp of a a tannoy system

 

We think this was a demonstration of passive resistance

And then we went home. The Madwoman has threatened us with a return visit tomorrow. She'd better remember to take some money for sossidges ... 

If you want to see a bit more action, trek over to the Chiltern Open Air Museum FB page HERE

where the Madwoman has posted a video. 

Animal alphabet - R

R 

is for

RABBIT*

* Yeah, alright SmartyPants. 
Actually it's quite different from B for Bunny.
Bunnies are small, cute and bite size.
Rabbits are altogether bigger, butcher and at least two mouthfuls.

Animal alphabet: Q

Q

is for

QUESTING BEAST*

* also known as  the Beast Glatisant:

head and neck of a snake, body of a leopard -

see TH White's Once and Future King for more details

Election fever. And other stuff

We were a bit disturbed to find that in the recent elections

we hadn't been invited to vote.

And when we tried to send the Madwoman to vote on our behalf

we were even more disturbed to discover that there was no Whippet Party. Or even Dog Party.

It does however, explain rather a lot. 

We shall be prepared for the next election though, and are busy

preparing our Manifesto - or rather, our Doggyfesto.

So far we have:

All breeds are equal (although whippets have a slight edge)

Equal rights for all breeds.

Gravy bones available on demand.

Humans allowed on the bed provided they don't take up too much duvet space.

We also have a slogan: "Whippets of the world unite: you have nothing to lose but your leashes." Although in view of our Doggyfesto point number one, we may have to change 'whippets' to 'dogs'.

While pondering over other items to include, we went for a brain-clearing session at Chiltern Open Air Museum.

Don't care if the May is out, it';s still too cold to cast my clout.
Or my Equalfleece.

We tried Baa-Ram-Ewe and can report that it doesn't work.
Although in a hard-staring contest, Archie wins every time.

Now back to the Doggyfesto. A wippitt's work is never done.

Animal alphabet - P

P

is for

PENGUIN *

*and also for Penguins.

We seem to have rather a lot of them.

No, that is not the same as having too many.

You can

never have too many penguins.

A Blank Holiday

We didn't post at the weekend because it was a Bank Holiday.

Because we don't actually have a bank account of our own we thought we'd

celebrate it by having a Blank Holiday instead and not blogging.

We did get out to Chiltern Open Air Museum for our usual  weekend stroll though.

We hadn't gone far when we found this horse poo.

Normally the Madwoman gets very excited when we do poos, carefully gathering them up

in plastic bags. After all that effort she doesn't even take it home to sniff at later, but stuffs it in a red bin. Beats us. She wasn't at all interested in scooping this one up though. 

Maybe she didn't have a bag big enough ...

We thought this was very interesting though.

Unfortunately we missed the bit where they scattered the heavy horse seeds and

missed seeing them grow altogether, but we did get to see a fully grown one,

so it's obviously a successful scheme.

And less scary than the skeletons from dragon's teeth ...

Proof that growing your own heavy horse is easy.
Although stopping it looks more difficult ...

And on Sunday we caught up on our zzzzzzs ....