A new beginning …

AFTER ignoring this blog for the best part of a year and with nothing of any interest occurring to me as a way of resurrecting it, I realised that I was faced with two choices: either I abandoned it altogether or I changed direction and simply published what Jerome K Jerome called Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow — which these days is what I am, pretty much!

It’s at least worth giving that a try and any of my friends who happen to stumble on this site and want to contribute their own ramblings from wherever they may be and on whatever subject they choose are welcome to do so, always remembering that this is my site and you obey my rules. Whatever they may happen to be from time to time — I haven’t made them up yet!

Don’t expect erudition. Inanity is more likely but I plan to include the odd photograph now and again so you can always look at the pretty pictures if you don’t like the words!

 

The big news this week is that the swallows are back!

I have always had a soft spot for that bird as the definitive sign that winter is finally over even though there can be conflicting evidence about the arrival of Spring. Some years ago I had a close encounter with one who was prospecting for housing material at the same time that I was close weeding a bed for something — peas, probably.

When she left I went to get a camera on the off-chance that she might return which she did, quite unconcerned at my presence and more interested, as you can see, in her domestic repairs and furnishings than anything I was doing.

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They usually nest in next-door’s outbuildings and the kids practice their take-offs from the roof of the local bakery next door on the other side which is also, in the absence of telephone wires, the local assembly point for the autumn departure.

I may be a bit previous in assuming the three that arrived two days ago are ours. On the basis of last year’s pattern they could well  have stopped off for a rest before heading north again for northern France, the Low Countries or Scandinavia. Britain-bound birds generally follow a more westerly route, hugging a strip of western France before crossing the Channel.

But I can assure our friends in the north that they are on their way!

 

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