Welcome back!

The Dawn Patroller has returned.

Welcomed back by a Roe Buck on this mornings dawn patrol.


He had a good weekend.  Enjoyed by all.

My grandson Theo.

And his big brother Zachary.  (Yes -  they needed sun cream!)


But the DP was led a bit astray.  He hates cutting grass and has been redesigning the garden to reduce the amount of lawns to cut.

So this half of the lawn at the side of the house is to become this....

What was even better for him was to hear, from an expert "JUST LEAVE IT AND SEE WHAT COMES UP."  Then we will get these beautiful creatures.

Well, at the moment, all I can see is grass.  Having been left quite long time between mowings due to the odd weather we have had I can see there are different types of grass.  And daisies, and dandelions, and the odd buttercup.  


Apparently what you do is mow a path through it.  This is so passing horse riders, cyclists, joggers, people in high vehicles, tractor drivers etc can see you HAVE THIS UNDER CONTROL.  THERE IS A PURPOSE BEHIND THIS.


It will be a while before I let him out to play again.

Bank Holiday yeuk, big moon and books.

The big moon.

 So here is the big moon phenomenen. 


Last night I told the DP to go and take spooky pictures of said moon at St. Combs Cemetery.  I had read that all you needed was a North East horizon as the sun set.  Well, thats where we are, on the North East.  So he checked the exact time of the sun setting and off he went.  Intending to take award winning spooky pics of huge moon.

 St Combs cemetery.


Unfortunately this did not quite work out the way I had planned.  The sun was set, but where was the bloody moon?


Some hours later he took the photograph of the moon which was most definitely South, South East of us.  (Yet again everything is described as from  bloody London.)


However come this morning he did get this spooky picture of a local farm with mist rising from the pond, and possibly a heron also rising.

And met Brer Fox.

And a swallow.

Earlier today I was reading others blogs and Making it Vintage triggered many memories of childhood books.  Not just my own but those read to our daughters.

So I went and had a a look at my bottom shelf.  The bottom shelf is the place I have put these books as they are easier to be selected from by a small child.,  


Ah, the memories.  Before I could stop myself I had picked one up and was away....  
So what book memories do you have?