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I'm not sure whether this also purports to be a survivor, MJ, but it's turned up fairly recently not far from the north end of the bridge: the underframe's modern, but I'm wondering whether some of the coach-work is original, though much restored. Time to have another shufti. |
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Don't think I'll be able to manage my own shot of that one, r.... It's a cracker. Over the past few years many of the local farmers have started growing daffodils as their first spring crop: the fields of parallel rows are a pleasant sight whilst the trees are still bare, and the hue is more restful than the rather acid yellow of oilseed rape which will be prevalent soon. |
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Ron, you're east facing, so I assume this was pretty early in the morn? Lovely.
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Thanks Ron, a new wallpaper for my laptop  And where you live THAT is a sunRISE! Fabulous. Quick note to say I'm watching QOS on telly (for their first time) I was, after all, born in Dumfries  I see Aberdeen have Soapy Soutar in goal  |
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Incredible, into the final
Queen of the South 4 - 3 Aberdeen
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Weather very variable even within hour by hour just now, but yesterday afternoon it was fine for a spell when I popped out to the postbox. The tide's way out, and the wee natural harbour is discernible from the guideposts sticking up from the reef that surrounds it. Some of the local fishermen will be out until the tide returns, others have pulled their boats up onto the foreshore and stacked their creels ready for the next session. |
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Since it's not a Bank Holiday hereabouts, there's no excuse for the weather to be anything other than beautiful, although until about ten this morning the haar was rolling in from the sea. As soon as it was gone, I strolled round the corner to grab this shot of Panbride, the next village, whose church has already featured rather closer up in the dedicated thread, as we usually first see it when we turn off the coast road onto the road to Muirdrum (accent very definitely on the second syllable), where we join the High Road since it was dualled a couple of years back. I'm ambivalent about the field of rape: it's quite impressive, although the acid yellow's a tad too bright for my tastes: in a couple of weeks, once the pollen's floating, it will be very unpleasant: ears, eyes and throat are all normally affected by it, and there's no escape when it's less than fifty yards from the house. |
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« Reply #519 on: 15:51:43, 05-05-2008 » |
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Oil seed rape, whilst quite spectacular in some conditions, is a blot on the landscape. You feel you have to put sunglasses on. We have so much of it here it is intrusive, Bring back the Barley and the Oats we cry!!
Ho Hum. Common Agricultural Policy.
"Excuse me, are you a Farmer?"
"No, I am a Steward of the Environment"
"Which means?"
"EU says UK ain't food producers anymore so I maintain hedges for wildlife (and get paid for it) and run pony trekking weekends and a b&b"
"But, if you are a Welsh farmer?"
"Well, you do have Tyr Gofal"
"What's that then?"
"Same thing. Pony trekking and marsh fritilleries"
"Fancy going down the Pub?"
Collapse of British farming.
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I really hate the smell of oil seed rape, it makes me want to gag. I wish they wouldn't grow it at all - at least it's less common around here than it was when we were in East Anglia.
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Sorry went off on one. But farming is my passion, my life
Do you know where that lamb chop in the polystrene tray came from? And how it got there?
Tomorrow, due to state of British farming I will know whether I have a job or not, and if I do not then no NuLabour tax credits pour moi! No Way, The Blessed Gordon Say!
No wonder you are always in the kitchen at parties. Sad barsteward that you are.
No income of any sort, just been playing around with HM Revenue's calculator it tells me I am entitlted to £0.00
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Tomorrow, due to state of British farming I will know whether I have a job or not,
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Merely corroborative detail, intended to give artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative.
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Anna,
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Anna,
I have my fingers crossed for you that you are still in a job this time tomorrow.
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