Tuesday, 19 January 2016

It has been sooooo long

that I can't remember the fonts or even how to work the buttons but I was looking for oven baked celeriac crisps and came across 'part of the main' and it made me want to start again.
I'm not sure about the crisps, I think I might enjoy dipping my greasy finger in a salt cellar as much.
But I enjoyed to blog. It made me wonder, as the ones I enjoy do, if lack of self-consciousness is a talent or a style.
Delia's celery and celeriac soup was a good start for my this week big lunch cook and used up the celery from the veg drawer which was starting to freeze - I think my fridge might be bust.
So, I'm eating soup and wondering if this is a way of putting off proper writing, but it is less frustrating than playing Klondike.
Now I'm wondering about the way this site capitalises. It did Klondike, see it's done it again, but won't do the start of sentences.

To every blog a picture or a pithy quote

Not sure if it's necessary or will happen but today's has 3

One

This is a photo of Susan from Christmas 2014:


Two

This is the picture I did in Jan 2015 on one of the canvases she and Diz gave me for Christmas:

I've started by updating the Science page

Susan said she has no interest in theoretical physics. “It doesn’t matter how things work,” she said, “It just matters that they do.”
She is the intelligent one.
It’s taken me from 4L to sixty-six to realise that modern physics, by which I suppose I mean theoretical physics is just another branch of dialectics.
And am I right and does it matter?
I don't know, I just know it niggles at me.

Three


And this is how I reworked it this January:





Sunday, 27 October 2013

Shetlands - still here

Diz has been and gone, we got some OK walking, but not photographing, weather.  We went into Lerwick and met a woman who even knits sleeves in the round - the most perfect fairisle I've ever seen.  She also used a knitting belt - a sort of pad that she stuck her fourth needle in to hold the weight of the knitting.  It's also supposed to keep the tension even.  They sell them at Jameison's but I didn't see them - just found them on the website.  It was the least friendly shop (the other wool shop was more like a wool shop - it sold loads of acrylic and so Diz could get herself something to knit) but had a fantastic range of Shetland wool.  Maybe they weren't so friendly because they were recovering from wool week, when they held classes in the shop every day. 
This is a pic from their blog of Oliver giving a talk on how they grade the wool.  I think it amazing how it gets from the mucky stuff  on the sheeps backs to knittable.
 
These are quite clean looking sheep, maybe because they are in a field, not on the moor.  Susan dubbed it the sick sheep field because there was always at least one of them lying as if it was never going to get up again.  They are in(memo to self, must photo sheep faces) the running for the title of ugliest sheep in Shetland but they do have lovely thick wool.


Diz and I also made a visit to Frankie's and I tried their steamed mussels.  They were lovely.  They also had something called saucermeat on the menu, but we didn't try it.
 
Then when I went into Ollaberry shop on Thursday, there it was:
 
And I'm now full of saucermeat stew.  It's a shetland speciality.  It tastes most like beef sausage, but not the same.  I made meatballs out of it and we - Angel and I - both enjoyed it.  We spent the morning up the tanner's track playing crofters.  She was sniffing along the sheep tracks and I was jumping streams that weren't there two days ago, but it siled it down last night.

Wednesday, 16 October 2013

Shetland - Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

Sunday, Double parked: This baby rabbit was sat next to Susan's car looking as if it was waiting for its photo taken, so I had to.






Then we went for a walk on Gluss Isle and got as far as the first beacon. Susan and Pete were meant to go on a boat trip so he rushed off to get dinner ready and we sauntered  and watched the traffic jam.







The boat trip  was cancelled so we went to Eshaness instead.  This is the Atlantic Ocean.  It should have been worse weather to see it at its best but I found it scary enough.





 
If it had been worse weather Pete would have been very wet here, he's just been photographing a blow hole.





Monday
Pete set off at 7, to sail round Whalsay and to the out  Skerries as a consolation prize for no trip yesterday.  Dr Jonathan was taking a boat out to count seals and invited him and Susan along but Susan didn't fancy 4 hours in possibly choppy seas.
It turned out so calm it was foggy here.  Pete saw a sea otter.
Susan, it turned out, saw the northern lights on one of her middle of the night ambles but wasn't confident enough to wake us!
I have no photoes for today cos I saw nothing new on our walk to the shops.




Tuesday
Yet another still day.  We went to Bressay and started at the lighthouse - it's flats now.  There was someone walking his lab/retriever there and he was saying how the economy on Shetland was doing so well.  The pelagic fishing - which catches shoal fish like herring and mackerel - do well.
Walking up to the South of the island, we got a view of the natural arch that reminded me of the rabbit skulls, 'leave' is a word Angel is very good at.  There were loads of lapine skeletons around, 
this one looks almost fit for the autopsy table.
















From the top of the hill we could see Noss and some really changeable skies.













 











I've no idea what this is but it's pretty in any setting, and certainly in the middle of a moor.

 After the lighthouse it was a bit downhill, nowhere to eat and sameold, sameold on the scenery front.  A packet of chocolate digestives between us and a banana each didn't do an awful lot to redeem the situation and we were back at the ferry just in time to wait for the next one.
There were young shags in the harbour.




Then the ferry arrived.











Wednesday
A stay at home sort of day.  Went to the end of Gluss Isle, just me and Angel and NO camera so we could concentrate on sog-hopping, it was fun.  I'll take a camera maybe next time.

Shetland Saturday

 Susan and Pete were here in time for breakfast and we went into Lerwick to see the textiles market in the town hall.  I couldn't have a good look, 'cos though Angel was allowed in, she had to be carried but it was really all about knitting and there was a lovely range of wools as well as things that had already been knitted.
I liked this roof:

 

It was odd being amongst people, specially in Tesco.

Saturday, 12 October 2013

Shetland Friday

Still and grey.  A day for checking out the tree plantation.
The path there was littered with goose droppings, like green cigars.  There was a good view of the walk I did on Wednesday and the stream that runs under the road.
 
 

The 'shetland tannery' van I'd seen earlier in the week was parked at the croft there and a woman was washing fleeces.  Their dog is called Ted and was very friendly.  The Shetland ponies are also theirs.
 
She set me on the right path and we followed it till it ran out.







I didn't realise that lapwings paddled.  Until now I thought they were inland birds,I can't remember if I've already mentioned that I saw them last in the field by the bridle path in Eckington.

Friday, 11 October 2013

Shetland Thursday

Gales - that's what was predicted for the day and it was certainly a wooly hat day.  It was also a 'going to the shop' day. Most of the way there, my right earlobe was wondering why it was left out in the cold and if it would have felt better with an ear-ring in. 
This is another try to get the bumps on the horizon.
The trouble with photos is they are too objective.  They don't focus like my brain does, making what I'm really looking at bigger.  The bullocks really wind Angel up.  They came to meet us, all snort and frollick, this morning and she finally decided that the best option was retreat.
I finally got a photo of the geese and they are, I think, white-fronted geese, The reason I'm not sure is that they are supposed to have white round their beaks, but maybe these are juveniles.  They're from Greenland, cos they've got orange beaks.

I don't know what the ducks are yet 

The wind was behind us on the way back and the afternoon was spent sat in the sunshine.
Tea time took us down to the walkway to Gluss Isle.  I saw the big black and white sea bird again, I've still no idea what it is and was too busy to get the camera out in time.
This is the view across Sullom Voe from the walkway








and this is across Gluss Voe










We got home to see the moon setting behind midfield croft which made me get my astronomy app going.  And it was clear, and so still by ten o'clock that I think I even saw the milky way, which I've never done on land before.
Still can't get the 'point your device at the sky' tool though.  Which bit do I point?
 

Wednesday, 9 October 2013

Shetland Wednesday




Sheep day and sheepdog day.









Angel practising sitting still and not bothering them on the breakfast walk.  We saw a man and 3 collie dogs shifting sheep later and then on the walk met 3 more, or maybe the same, just hanging out.  No photo cos I was busy persuading Angel that she could/should just keep walking.
The photo of the sheep walking in crocodile.  I thought the black ones were collies at first, but they're not.  The sheep are taking themselves for a walk.
We went to South Gluss but didn't get to the end of the track cos we came to a gate tied shut with two ropes and I wasn't sure I could retie them.
 I took this one on on the way back for the bumpy skyline:
Coming back we met a woman sorting sheep, the three sheep dogs again.  Angel seemed a bit less scared to see them this time.
And then while the mud dried we sat in the sun shining, (through the window).








Then, by tea time, the wind had got up and there were waves breaking on the mudspit.
And there are the sheep again - behind the quad bike.
We saw Jean when she came to feed hers.  She said the forecast is a gale tonight but a good weekend.