Sometimes the brain goes on holiday without the body......
this place here/ear
has knowledge knows/nose
yes aye/eye
navel loo head
dyslexic snail Brian/brain
inheritor heir/hair
Windsor()Bowes-Lyon nee/knee
nautical left - (erm) stern - um/sternum
secret meeting (minus T) (w) rist
Friday 15 September 2017
Thursday 14 September 2017
does Big Ears live at Cragside?
There are a few weeks when summer and autumn overlap, when there are still strawberries to be had, but also plums; green beans and squash; cobnuts and mushrooms, raspberries and blackberries.
Startlingly bright lilies and fiery crocosmia share space with flowering ivy, the last nectar-rich shrub to bloom.
The evenings are getting shorter, cooler and the mornings pinker, damper. There are still a few bats about, but the swallows have gone and the house martins are not far behind. Ducklings have lost their fluff, but not yet grown their adult feathers. Spiders spin their webs in terraces across paths, sparkling with dew, catching the early unwary human.
And the television is full of adverts for computers and iphones (indispensable for the new school term). It used to be school uniforms, but these are either bought at the beginning of the holidays or perhaps not at all.
The landscape entices us to all go out walking, foraging, to return home to turn the bounty in to preserves which will enliven winter meals.
Well, the preserves can be made, with or without the foraging.
It is so satisfying to look at a shelf crowded with assorted jars and bottles, holding the promise of wonderful tastes, shining with the mellow colours of autumn.
Crab apple jelly, Piccalilli, Peach+Apricot chutney, Tomato+basil dip, Damson jam and Damson Gin. Old fashioned bottles of loveliness.
A few days away and a walk which was filled with unusual fungi. Heaven!
And a surprise seen at the edge of the road made me wonder if children's stories had been written in this woodland. A fly agaric, which everyone knows is the home of pixies!
So do you think Big Ears might be from Northumberland?
Startlingly bright lilies and fiery crocosmia share space with flowering ivy, the last nectar-rich shrub to bloom.
The evenings are getting shorter, cooler and the mornings pinker, damper. There are still a few bats about, but the swallows have gone and the house martins are not far behind. Ducklings have lost their fluff, but not yet grown their adult feathers. Spiders spin their webs in terraces across paths, sparkling with dew, catching the early unwary human.
And the television is full of adverts for computers and iphones (indispensable for the new school term). It used to be school uniforms, but these are either bought at the beginning of the holidays or perhaps not at all.
The landscape entices us to all go out walking, foraging, to return home to turn the bounty in to preserves which will enliven winter meals.
Well, the preserves can be made, with or without the foraging.
It is so satisfying to look at a shelf crowded with assorted jars and bottles, holding the promise of wonderful tastes, shining with the mellow colours of autumn.
Crab apple jelly, Piccalilli, Peach+Apricot chutney, Tomato+basil dip, Damson jam and Damson Gin. Old fashioned bottles of loveliness.
A few days away and a walk which was filled with unusual fungi. Heaven!
And a surprise seen at the edge of the road made me wonder if children's stories had been written in this woodland. A fly agaric, which everyone knows is the home of pixies!
So do you think Big Ears might be from Northumberland?
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