What a day! Dad's been trying to finish his digging and put the rotovator across the allotments and has been dodging between the hail storms by hiding in a nearby plot holder's shed. The goons apparently run for cover and then spend the next 10 minutes waving and grinning and exchanging banter from inside their various open shed doors.
We get our walk when a particularly big blue patch of sky comes over the horizon, and we decide to "risk it for a biscuit", the Rec, the Parish Church and back down through the boat yard, where we are surprised to see S.B.Greta still moored up. Steve is on deck and Alfie is barking at us from the starboard bulwarks. He didn't want to risk the sail he says, on that dodgy weather yesterday evening, so he sat tight and they'll head for Whitstable Monday or Tuesday.
We meet Molly the beagle on the way home. As I race in circles and Molly shows every sign of wanting to join me, Dad suggetsts she is let off the lead and is amazed to find that the lady has "not yet plucked up courage" to let her off because some helpful soul has said "Oooh - Beagles - they have a reputation for taking off and never being seen again". We've not heard of that at all and don't beleive it but the idea is fixated in the lady's head and the dog is now stuck on the lead. We suggest some places and situations where it could be low risk (out in a "pack" with us, and along the levee where the opportunities to scoot are limited. We'll see
Treat tonight. Mum's cooking duck in Guinness for a posh dinner party, so we get the cooked giblets.
That's the life!
Deefs
Showing posts with label Hail. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hail. Show all posts
Saturday, 12 April 2008
Monday, 17 March 2008
All Hail!
Beannachtai na Feile Padraig - one for all the Irish readers. And poor aul' Mammy's gotta work late. Yo Silverwoods! Yo Steak lady! Yo Theo!
We're no sooner indoors from our walk, than the heavens open and a hail storm blasts down, turning the terrace white (briefly). Winter has not quite lost its grip on us yet.
The frogs in the pond - after what seemed like a month of messing about and croaking, have finally produced some frog spawn. Just one lump, but it's a start. It seems like a full month since First-Dad announced theirs and Pud-Lady even longer. We may be NE facing on this bit of Kent, but that seems like a very long delay for a distance of 25 or so miles. We have seen toads too, in the pond, but so far none of their long strings of spawn, just a froggy lump.
We like frogs - we patrol round the pond encouraging them to leap in off the sides, with a splash. The we look in wonder and amazement in the direction of the splash, apparently unable to suss where the leaping thing has vanished to.
We have a new tree. Our poor old flowering cherry was struggling the last few years to produce any flowers or leaves, and was a bit of an ugly shape - one huge thick trunk, then a "starburst" of inch-thick mini branches all coming out of one boss 3 feet off the ground in all directions. Mum and Dad decided they'd had enough, so that's been decapitated, and replaced by a 15 foot tall whip of a very white-barked silver birch.
Hope it likes hail!
Deefer
We're no sooner indoors from our walk, than the heavens open and a hail storm blasts down, turning the terrace white (briefly). Winter has not quite lost its grip on us yet.
The frogs in the pond - after what seemed like a month of messing about and croaking, have finally produced some frog spawn. Just one lump, but it's a start. It seems like a full month since First-Dad announced theirs and Pud-Lady even longer. We may be NE facing on this bit of Kent, but that seems like a very long delay for a distance of 25 or so miles. We have seen toads too, in the pond, but so far none of their long strings of spawn, just a froggy lump.
We like frogs - we patrol round the pond encouraging them to leap in off the sides, with a splash. The we look in wonder and amazement in the direction of the splash, apparently unable to suss where the leaping thing has vanished to.
We have a new tree. Our poor old flowering cherry was struggling the last few years to produce any flowers or leaves, and was a bit of an ugly shape - one huge thick trunk, then a "starburst" of inch-thick mini branches all coming out of one boss 3 feet off the ground in all directions. Mum and Dad decided they'd had enough, so that's been decapitated, and replaced by a 15 foot tall whip of a very white-barked silver birch.
Hope it likes hail!
Deefer
Wednesday, 24 January 2007
New Dad, Old Dad, Real Dad
It seems that old Dad, owner of Real Dad (Hector), is as daft as New Dad. The two humans were comparing notes on dog walking in yesterday's bitter wind, and both had gone out gloveless and hatless and contracted frostbite. No such mistakes today.
Flurries of snow and bursts of hail today, with more snow forecast. We snuck our walk in between these, so we kept dry. The hail though, was fizzing against the back door glass after we got back and sounded so interesting we all demanded to be let out to check out the noise. Meg, and H, wiser than me, slammed on the brakes at the threshold. I didn't realise and shot out onto the terrace. Ouch! That stuff is like a thousand hypodermics!. Rapid retreat of pup with tail between her legs!
When Old Dad first had us pups, his wise "better half" (I daren't call her "Old Mum"!) made him put chicken wire round the pond to stop us taking involuntary swims. They decided last weekend to take this up now. Surely Archie was now sensible enough not to try the swimming in such cold weather. Nope - straight in! Go Bro' ! The wire has been put back up!
Hope it does snow. Haggis was 8 before he even saw any sensible snow - just the way the weather works around our bit of Kent. When Meg was a pup, Dad can remember building her an igloo, which he'd then throw treats inside, so she'd nip in, turn round and come out headfirst (chewing) and Dad took photo's. But a year later, when they got Haggis, no snow, and then 7 more snowless winters (or at least so little snow that you couldn't build an igloo for a mouse, never mind a westie.)
Oh the weather outside is Frightful
And this fire is so delightful.....
Deefer
Flurries of snow and bursts of hail today, with more snow forecast. We snuck our walk in between these, so we kept dry. The hail though, was fizzing against the back door glass after we got back and sounded so interesting we all demanded to be let out to check out the noise. Meg, and H, wiser than me, slammed on the brakes at the threshold. I didn't realise and shot out onto the terrace. Ouch! That stuff is like a thousand hypodermics!. Rapid retreat of pup with tail between her legs!
When Old Dad first had us pups, his wise "better half" (I daren't call her "Old Mum"!) made him put chicken wire round the pond to stop us taking involuntary swims. They decided last weekend to take this up now. Surely Archie was now sensible enough not to try the swimming in such cold weather. Nope - straight in! Go Bro' ! The wire has been put back up!
Hope it does snow. Haggis was 8 before he even saw any sensible snow - just the way the weather works around our bit of Kent. When Meg was a pup, Dad can remember building her an igloo, which he'd then throw treats inside, so she'd nip in, turn round and come out headfirst (chewing) and Dad took photo's. But a year later, when they got Haggis, no snow, and then 7 more snowless winters (or at least so little snow that you couldn't build an igloo for a mouse, never mind a westie.)
Oh the weather outside is Frightful
And this fire is so delightful.....
Deefer
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