Showing posts with label mud. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mud. Show all posts

Monday, 20 March 2017

A bit of education

Yes, we missed posting a blog last week.
We know.
As usual, the blame can be laid firmly at
the feet of the Madwoman, who had failed to tell us
in advance that she has decided that in future
Sundays will be computer-free days.
So, plainly we cannot be held responsible.
We did put the time to good use though:
We took the Madwoman out for a brisk walk.
 
We spotted a seat that we'd never noticed before 
And yesterday we went to visit the ginger one at Bath.
We stopped along the way for a bit of education.
We are now recovering from car lag, which is a bit like
jet lag only without the jet, or having to travel to other countries.
Although Bath is a bit like another country:
we have noticed that there are lots of hills, but they lack the graceful elegance
of our own local ones. Bath hills are rather lumpy.
And much, much muddier and slippier.

Saturday, 7 July 2012

Further education

We furthered our education at the Open Air Museum again today:
Sharpe's Rifles this time.
The Madwoman kept us away from them while they were doing the noisy stuff with the guns. We're not bothered about bangs and fireworks and stuff, but the Madwoman said she'd like to keep it that way, so we humoured her.
Even at a distance it all looked very impressive. The trumpeter sounded very professional too and stirred our blood. We managed to contain our inner dogs of war and didn't join in with a group howl, although it was tempting.
Angel did find a nice muddy patch though, and took full advantage of the Madwoman's distraction to get down and dirty wippitt-style.
Her raincoat (yes, it's still pouring with rain here) is now brown and she has matching muddy eyebrows and ears too. 

The Madwoman says we should add a link to the Open Air Museum in case you want to visit too. Sharpe's Rifles are there all weekend, and there's other stuff happening on other weekends.
So here it is: