Tilly took me for a nice walk along the Wales coastal path between Black Rock and Mathern this morning…
Old Severn Bridge – view from Black Rock
It was all a bit wet and muddy heading off from Black Rock, but that didn’t stop Tilly trotting off to see what she could find. Ever one to explore she wasn’t content to stick to the path at ground level and soon found herself some rocks to climb… Tilly tells me she’s always wanted to be a mountaineer!
Tilly the mountaineer
Climbing rocks is all well and good, but when you’re a small dog large rocks can be quite daunting… and once you’re at the top there’s only one way to go… down!
It’s a long way down!
Having overcome the big rock thing, the footpath and surrounding marshland became the next object of fascination for Tilly… especially when it came to flushing the pheasants hiding among the reeds.
Old Severn Bridge – view from Mathern
The coastal path leaves the Severn Estuary and heads inland toward Mathern village crossing the South Wales/Midlands railway line and bypassing Mathern Pill before eventually heading back to the estuary embankment… you get one last good view of the Old Severn Bridge before you leave the embankment though… and doesn’t it still look good in the morning sunshine?
I think we both enjoyed our morning walk today, even if we did get a bit wet and muddy… nothing a drop of warm soapy water and a nice lunch couldn’t cure of course.
So went walking this morning Tilly and me and guess which demon hunter decided today would be a good day to go mole-snagging? Yep, you have it in one… it was Tilly!
Did Tilly snag a mole?
Did Tilly get dirt up her nose?
Did Tilly manage to get her whole head in her hole?
Did Tilly get dirt in her eye?
Did Tilly get dirt in her ears?
Did Tilly have fun digging her mole-snagging hole?
She the dog!
Since Halloween has rolled around again, bringing its threat of weird kids demanding treats with menace, I thought it fitting to share this image with you.
Protective Garlic Ring
Spotted several of these woven garlic strings hanging in odd places while I was on the island of Zakynthos recently… people hung them beside their doors and windows… one place had them hanging from the verandah roof… even the hotel I was in had strings woven into rings hanging from the porch lights beside the main entrance. So of course I had to ask what was for me the obvious question, “What’s with all the hanging garlic? You guys afraid of vampires in the night or what?”
Well dear reader a satisfactory answer was not forthcoming. The guy who worked in the hotel bar told me it was traditional… well I’ve visited the Greek mainland and islands on many occasions and never seen the like before so I didn’t believe a word of that let me tell you! Yes I have seen garlic hung up to dry before storage on fences, from olive trees and occasionally from overhanging low roofs, but I didn’t think this was what Dionysus meant when he said ‘traditional’. So I’m a bit puzzled, at a bit of a loss for a sensible explanation… perhaps the Zakynthian locals hang garlic around their doors and windows for just this reason… to confuse their tourist visitors. Alternatively, maybe they really believe garlic will keep those nasty Vampires at bay!
This double fungi reminds me of a Weeble that has fallen over.
See what I mean?
But it can’t be true…
Because as we all know…
Weebles wobble, but they don’t fall down!
Let me ask you a few questions…
- Are you inquisitive?
- Do you an enquiring mind?
- Do your ears prick up at each and every new sound?
- Do unusual smells get your juices flowing?
If you answered a resounding ‘yes’ to any/all of the above you may be related to this young lady:
Tilly the inquisitive Dog
Of course you’ll need to be on your toes to keep up with an inquisitive Tilly
heared me a noize… gots to go ‘vestigates
Once on a mission there’s no stopping Tilly!
If I was an actor one of the lines I’d love to say is “I’m getting the Hell out of Dodge!” No particular reason other than Dodge City always looked like one of those places it would be better to leave than arrive in… especially in those old western movies. So anyway I saw this old Dodge truck abandoned in an olive grove while I was walking in Alykes, Zakynthos, early one morning away and couldn’t resist grabbing an image while saying…
I’m getting the Hell out of Dodge in this 1950s Dodge Truck
I know, I know, I’m just a sad old fart
One of the things I like about some of the larger fungi growing wild in the UK is the way they age, change shape and texture and take on a whole new life…
Just a few weeks ago these were looking fresh, smooth and fleshy… just look at the wonderful way the caps are drying out still on the stalk.
I only wish I could provide you with the texture and smell of these beautiful wood mushrooms.
Lovely word that isn’t it? Fecundity… I could say it all day long!
I have no idea what tree these seeds belong to… didn’t recognise it at all. The tree is obviously full of life though, wouldn’t you say?
Seed bearing twig
The seeds themselves reminded me of grape pits and I dare say they are spread far and wide by the birds who seemed rather interested in the opening pods.
Spider of Evening Primrose
“Come in to my parlour” said the Spider to the fly…
Fly on Tansy
No dears nothing to do with our shabby, worn out government… it’s all about having an abundance of seeds, just like the little sycamore tree at the end of my street.
I used to love playing with these when I was a kid…
Of course life was so much more innocent in those days with no X-Box or Play Station to corrupt young minds with games like Grand Theft Auto etc…
Parents were happy to let their kids roam free…
And dinosaurs stalked the earth…
Back then us kids were happy to play ‘helicopters’ with sycamore seeds.