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16 October 2014

Flying Cat - August 2008

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Over The Hill To Evie, Windylights & Wildflowers

What a very odd summer we are having. Dry in July. Empty butts in Rolling Acres having to be filled from the tap and left to settle; earth as dry as a witch's t*t; bipeds habitually strolling around in tee shirts and fpu glowing like a horse whilst hacking back the secondary jungle, which closed up most of the paths in the three weeks we were away. Now its August and, apart from being a bit grey and chilly (in honour of Show Week no doubt) still no real butt-filling rain.
On a glorious July day the parental units took the moor road to Evie, quite the nicest way to arrive there - looking one way, a breathtaking vista of moorland in bloom and the other, Aikerness and Rousay bathed in sunshine.
moorland with Hoy in the distance
yellow meads of asphodel
meadowsweet like Devon clotted cream
red clover
red curly doddies
ragged r
rantin rovin ragged robin
bell heather
heather belles
cool soft squishy wound dressing
cocks 'n' hens
angelica - easily distinguished from other umbellifers (which have been reclassified but who cares) by their cauliflower-heads
small yellow bgr
bog cotton
bog cotton
evie to aikerness
marram grass and Aikerness. Pu's would have stayed a while, but three small boys' high-pitched squawks made fpu grumpy, so off they went to somewhere quieter
rusty chains
take these chains...old tank traps
trees at Woodwick
woodwick road
road from Woodwick to Tingwall
woodwick road

Tingwall Ferry
Tingwall Ferry where parental units sat quietly on the rock armour
dec 07 windylights
the beauty of windylights in small numbers, Burger Hill


Dounby Show on Thursday. I'm sending the olds over with digicam to see if they can spot any islandbloggers. It better not rain, or they'll never get out of the craft tent...
Posted on Flying Cat at 12:14

Picture This - Natural Blondes on Show

Well, what a disappointment! Not a sign of known bloggers at either the Dounby or County Shows. The sun shone on Dounby and the rain rained on the County. However, undeterred, my parental units sallied fourth to bring back these pics. Very disappointed not to have been able to make the acquaintance of Hermit, having bottled out last year...especially as her flowing golden locks would have made a very nice contribution to this blog. And we're far too honest here at Anorak Towers to go pinching pics off other bloggers blogs...unlike some!
As I'm sure you are all aware, out there in the massive FC Fanbase (counted on the claws of one paw) there is a very strong Orkney connection with Blondie. I need hardly tell you that Debbie Harray is a Dounby lass...
alpaca blonde
at Dounby - an Andean blonde
false&sheepish blondes
and some bottle blondes...surely that's not natural? And yet...its hard to get to grips with the idea of a husky Orkney farmer clarting on the clairol...
barely blonde
this one's been around a bit too doubt Hanging on The Telephone...
butterly blonde
utterly butterly blonde prizewinners at Dounby Industrial Show
curd blonde
mmmmm...lemoncurdy blonde...Heart of Glass
bogstandard blondes
queueing blondes
straw blonde
stray blonde
a very pretty moo-blonde
sunbleached blonde...rather how I imagine Squidgy...
holy blonde
Skaill Kirk lime rendered blonde
sweet blonde in a meadow
maaa&baby blonde
at the County Show...Pretty Baby...goatee blonde
fetlock blonde
hoofing it with blonde feathers
strawberry blonde au fonde
blonde on blonde
Cats Protection Dog
oooo duckie!
blonde chick...I know he's a he, but one could hardly say blonde c**k, now could one? Standards have to be upheld...
probably pushing it a bit to call this one a strawberry blonde, but it would really stretch the bounds of credulity to include my very lovely self...
Aupres de ma blonde...qu'il fait bon dormir.
Posted on Flying Cat at 12:02

The Great Rolling Acres Tomato Disaster (and a Small Twiglet Update)

Dear Reader, should you ever be tempted to succumb to the blandishments of 'free' seeds with a gardening magazine, I advise you most urgently to think once, think twice and then...DON'T!
Or at least don't plant the whole bally lot. Like Someone did. Nor should you prick your seedlings out so that they lie at the foot of a dwarf wall (lack of sunshine), nor feed recklessly, nor go away for three weeks leaving the watering to a kind friend without requesting regular window-opening.
Because, if you do all of the above, some manner of Tomato Disaster will be the end result...not to mention the mould on walls, windows, sills, floor...
This here is the lank dank jungle of allovertheplace tomato plants (did I mention they are a bushing variety? Well they are so...Gardener's Delight!)
and that orange box is the tomato food and these here are watering cans
GRATD - FC on stone table
and this here...
GRATD - FC jumps off all the falling-down bits
GRATD - FC inspects
oh and this here seems to be...A TOMATO! I want a prize, I want a prize, I found one, I found one
GRATD - FC finds one
a veritable pyramid of juicy fruits
GRATD - cornucopia
oops sorry fpu I didn't mean to knock one off, just wanted a wee furryhug
GRATD - FC knocks one off
the future crop...isn't nature wonderful?
GRATD - not green eggs Dr Zeuss
as me and m'Marmalade Chum were finding ourselves a bit lost in the Sunroom of Eternity, fpu decided to get in there with the machete and tame the jungle
GRATD - the Aftermath
now we can all go in and sit down again without use of map&compass
GRATD - SoE reclaimed
its almost too much for one purrson to eat
GRATD - the groaning board
So, we'll not be doing that again will we fpu? *hard stare*
Twiglet Update
On to happier things. Here are Island Threads' fine Twiglets in full leaf in their fishbox and ready to move on
Island Threads
the first planting hole lined with soggy Stornoway Gazette
planting hole
a twiglet resplendant in its new home
twiglet resplendant
one day this will be a hedge protecting 6-foot fennel from vicious southerlies...purrhaps that's being a bit optimistic...but you never know.
nest year

Posted on Flying Cat at 15:56

Liff's a Beach...Up To The Wire

Bliss was it in that dawn* to be alive,
But to be feline was very heaven!
As the poet once said, with minor improvements. And, speaking of improvements, what with the sun shining day after day, and only the occasional shower to kiss Rolling Acres awake, renovations have been going on apace: the trailer-loads of secondary jungle, land-and-pondweeds and other detritus that have been driven to the dump you just wouldn't believe. I'm quite exhausted just watching...well, you didn't expect me and m'Marmalade Chum to join in...did you? (The correct answer is "no".)
The beach of Pond1 came in for particular attention and has been restored, without recourse to lottery monies, to its former glory, from this weedy mess...
beach before this
beach after

near beach
The accidental rockery has had the treatment too
accidental rockery
and, naturally, after such a strenuous afternoon, fpu had a bit of a sit in The Lost Sitooterie...
and I came along just to show my very fine tummy
loki pure dead gorgeous
However, like another garden before it, there is a metaphorical serpent in the grass. How could any biped do this to two cute kitties? We have been seriously deprived of one of Liff's simple pleasures - birdie hunting - surely a Feline Right. The French would never stand for such an infringement! Jamais! Aux armes kittoyens!
Sadly, our purrtests fell on deaf ears...the Anti-cat Device is now in place, beside the Bird-feeding Station of Opporchancity
anti-cat device
Like a cat on a wire/Like a drunk in a midnight choir/We have tried, in our way, to be free...but to no avail (and, believe me, my chunky chum has done his best)
anti-cat chickenrun
knotted at the top
string of doom
stapled at the bottom
anti-cat staple
but in the end, the sun set on Anorak Towers and we were just happy to be alive...and so are the bl**dy birdies!
*any resemblance to any purrson living or otherwise, is purely unintentional...
Posted on Flying Cat at 18:05

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