Hello chaps. Been rather poorly the last couple of days and still crook so apologies for the coughing. Could really do with some better weather but it's still raining. Or actually hailing just at the moment.
I always thought the euphonium would be the best brass instrument to try. The smaller they are the harder you have to blow - could never get on with a cornet - gave me a headache. I can get a tune (specifically 'Jingle Bells') out of a trombone but they aren't easy. Couldn't ever get a note out of a french horn - much too tightly wound. Still - it has it's upside https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jc_BFM_wJMU
Gardening on the edge of Exmoor, in Devon
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
Ah, duty free Livigno! The smell of petrol, booze shops selling 100% alcohol and the weird luxury goods - gold plated and lizard skinned cameras. Don't think I will ever forget the ice cream Sundae with a layer of that pure alcohol at the bottom. Or the cold at the top, took our spag bol and beer lunch outside as the sun was shining where a layer of ice instantly formed on the food and the head on the beer froze solid!
It was never that cold for us but then we ate our hot lunches inside most days - easier with small people about. I do remember one year when our friends' diesel froze cos they filled up in France instead of just putting enough to get to the mountains and then filling up there.
Hope your coughing improves in time for the weekend RG.
Vendée - 20kms from Atlantic coast.
"The price good men (and women) pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men (and women)."
Difficult choice, Punkdoc - but on the whole you could well be happier with the company, rather than spending a solitary week at home... as long as the family all know not to push you to do things you shouldn't.
Raisingirl, sorry you're lurgified... I prescribe hot lemon and honey (or the tipple of your choice) plus some plant porn to remind you that summer will be here eventually.
Interesting that Google doesn't know "frawn", and suggests I've mis-spelled "frown". Useful word though, thanks Dove. ("Thrawn" is said to be Scottish, Obelixx.)
Chicky, definitely not a tuba, given my height (or lack thereof)
I promised a jackdaw story. It has a very happy ending... Jackdaws fall down our chimney from time to time; they nest in the neighbouring (redundant) one, but must sometimes investigate the used chimney pot nearby. We bought a cowl to stop them going in the wrong chimney - but it's still waiting to be fitted, by the roofer who's coming in April (9 months after he said he'd come - he too has damaged a knee!). Anyway, yesterday afternoon we heard scrabbling in the chimney, so we excluded the cat, armed ourselves with the usual equipment (torch, gardening gloves, large cloth), opened the windows and removed the soot door. It took him a long time to realise this was the best escape; we heard him trying to scrabble up the chimney again. Finally he appeared at the soot door and flew to the window. Naturally, he tried to get through the closed part first... but finally we helped him out. He flew to the top of a large beech tree nearby and sat there for a bit.
The happy ending is that after a few minutes he was joined by 4 or 5 jackdaws, one of which sat right next to him and started preening his neck; presumably his better half...
Since 2019 I've lived in east Clare, in the west of Ireland.
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I always thought the euphonium would be the best brass instrument to try. The smaller they are the harder you have to blow - could never get on with a cornet - gave me a headache. I can get a tune (specifically 'Jingle Bells') out of a trombone but they aren't easy. Couldn't ever get a note out of a french horn - much too tightly wound. Still - it has it's upside https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jc_BFM_wJMU
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
Hope your coughing improves in time for the weekend RG.
They should sort you out ...
Huge Flanders & Swan fans here
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Difficult choice, Punkdoc - but on the whole you could well be happier with the company, rather than spending a solitary week at home... as long as the family all know not to push you to do things you shouldn't.
Raisingirl, sorry you're lurgified... I prescribe hot lemon and honey (or the tipple of your choice) plus some plant porn to remind you that summer will be here eventually.
Interesting that Google doesn't know "frawn", and suggests I've mis-spelled "frown". Useful word though, thanks Dove. ("Thrawn" is said to be Scottish, Obelixx.)
Chicky, definitely not a tuba, given my height (or lack thereof)
I promised a jackdaw story. It has a very happy ending... Jackdaws fall down our chimney from time to time; they nest in the neighbouring (redundant) one, but must sometimes investigate the used chimney pot nearby. We bought a cowl to stop them going in the wrong chimney - but it's still waiting to be fitted, by the roofer who's coming in April (9 months after he said he'd come - he too has damaged a knee!). Anyway, yesterday afternoon we heard scrabbling in the chimney, so we excluded the cat, armed ourselves with the usual equipment (torch, gardening gloves, large cloth), opened the windows and removed the soot door. It took him a long time to realise this was the best escape; we heard him trying to scrabble up the chimney again. Finally he appeared at the soot door and flew to the window. Naturally, he tried to get through the closed part first... but finally we helped him out. He flew to the top of a large beech tree nearby and sat there for a bit.
The happy ending is that after a few minutes he was joined by 4 or 5 jackdaws, one of which sat right next to him and started preening his neck; presumably his better half...
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.