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« Reply #570 on: 09:51:30, 10-06-2008 » |
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Is that the Ardennes, Mr Y. We have driven overland to Italy which involves driving round Liile, along the motorway and then south at Namur (where my uncle Toby received his wound in the groin *) and then through the Ardennes to Luxembourg and Germany and the warm South.
I am always struck how big boned the Ardennes are in comparison to English countryside, even the hilly bits.
* Literary reference for Mr Y.
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« Reply #571 on: 21:00:29, 11-06-2008 » |
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Is that the Ardennes, Mr Y.
Ah no, it's just some streets from where I live, right in the middle of Flanders, between Brussels and Genth. Not quite the Ardennes, and not quite le plat pays (aha! a musical reference there...). It's just gets a bit ripply and hilly here, because it's on the outer outskirts of what they call "the Flemish Ardennes", which is the hilliest place in Flanders, if I'm not mistaken. So you will not have passed here on your trip to the south... Maybe you've once motored on the E40?  I am always struck how big boned the Ardennes are in comparison to English countryside, even the hilly bits.
Do you? I've always thought our Ardennes were considered quite silly in comparison to other mountaineous regions... |
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« Reply #572 on: 21:42:56, 11-06-2008 » |
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Do you? I've always thought our Ardennes were considered quite silly in comparison to other mountaineous regions...
I'm not comparing then to mountains, of which we only have any in England in the tiny area near Scotland in the Lake District. I was thinking of the Cotswolds, the Chilterns, the South Downs, or the Blackdown Hills on the borders of Devon and Somerset where I was today. The Pennines up North are more like the Ardennes, but without the grass and consequently far bleaker. |
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« Reply #573 on: 21:05:43, 12-06-2008 » |
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Wonderful sunset here this evening, this shot taken barely ten minutes ago. It's been cloudy most of the afternoon, then about 8:30 the sun broke out of the cloud barrier (a rather 'crossroads of the fallen king' moment if you ask me). Subsequently produced this rather fiery aspect - cotitsalv:  |
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« Reply #574 on: 22:21:10, 12-06-2008 » |
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A stunning picture, Eruanto. As you say, fiery!
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« Reply #575 on: 14:05:15, 13-07-2008 » |
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A few photos from my Welsh expedition. cotitsalv for all. Yr Eifl - I had to cross these.  A group of cows who chased me from their field.  From near the top of Yr Eifl  To show that plain sailing was all it not  Sunset over Porth Dinllaen on Friday 11/7  The same night looking the other way. The mountain in the middle is Garn Fadryn.  |
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« Reply #576 on: 14:07:45, 13-07-2008 » |
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Lovely, eru. Just lovely. Makes me all the more hungry for my own Welsh sojourn next weekend!  |
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« Reply #577 on: 14:28:03, 13-07-2008 » |
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A group of cows who chased me from their field. That group of cows does seem to emanate a uniform lack of good intent!  Glad you survived. And lovely photos too, thanks. |
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« Reply #578 on: 15:23:51, 13-07-2008 » |
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Thanks from me too Eru, Porth Dinllaen is one of my favourite places. (You can tell Eru is a townie, those ain't be cows, you have to have calved afore you become a cow. Those be maiden heifers and steers me dear! Or as we refer to them beasts) Eru, if you come across another herd (I would advise staying on the other side of the hedge btw - 350kg of prime beef charging at you would knock you into orbit) try blowing gently up their noses and singing softly to them. They love it. I had our local herd swaying in unison. The fact of cattle loving music has of course been documented in The Mozart Effect. If there is a bull in a field running with heifers the farmer has to put up a warning side and no bulls are allowed in fields crossed by public footpaths. If you do get charged the best thing is to stand still and stare intently at them (sort of a stern Paddington Bear look) and then shout and clap your hands and slowly back away. They are very inquisitive creatures but the fact that people run brings out the herd instinct, so they follow because you have become leader of the pack. It is rare for cattle to harm people although one of our local farmers was killed by a crazed bull. |
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« Reply #579 on: 16:04:43, 13-07-2008 » |
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if you come across another herd (I would advise staying on the other side of the hedge btw I wasn't supposed to be in their field at all, to be honest (I was slightly lost)! Odd though, these were the first beasts I've ever encountered to have gone beyond idle staring. |
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« Reply #580 on: 16:17:52, 13-07-2008 » |
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"It happened that the bull that day
Was rather in the mood for play
Than goring people through and through
(As bulls so very often do.)
He tossed her lightly with his horns
Into a prickly hedge of thorns,
And stood by laughing as she strode
And pushed and struggled to the road..."
Hilaire Belloc The Tale of Sarah Byng.
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« Reply #581 on: 16:57:40, 13-07-2008 » |
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If you do get charged the best thing is to stand still and stare intently at them (sort of a stern Paddington Bear look)  Hmm. Surely there has to be more to it than that?  |
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« Reply #582 on: 17:20:56, 13-07-2008 » |
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Does P. B. stand for Push off, Bovines!, Marty?
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« Reply #583 on: 22:37:17, 14-07-2008 » |
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(You can tell Eru is a townie, those ain't be cows, you have to have calved afore you become a cow.
The cow is of the bovine ilk, One end is moo, the other, milk. Ogden Nash Great pix, Eruanto. |
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« Reply #584 on: 23:34:08, 14-07-2008 » |
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I had some "cows" creep up on me last year when I was having a picnic. No-one noticed them until they were almost on top of us, they must have tip-toed! I think they were just curious about who was sitting in their field.  |
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