Blowing My Own Trumpet

YES, I CAN MAKE A GOOD YORKSHIRE PUDDING.

Awesome

A couple of nights ago I went outside to watch the space station travel across the sky, the space shuttle was docked with it.  This evening I went outside to have another look, but this time two lights travelled across the sky, they had seperated. I get very excited about seeing these insignificent looking lights because I know the reality of what they are. I marvel at the bravery of the people who are up there and the technology which gets them there. Seeing them left me feeling exhilerated and a bit fearful. Awesome!

Catkins

Spring's nearly here.

Jack of all trades

I dabble, doing a bit of this and a bit of that, a Jack of all trades and master of none. My favourite past time is embroidery, but sometimes my mood will take me elsewhere.
Here are some examples of my attempts at tatting :-

Nostalgia

The "Old Grump" has been shopping. What did he buy?

S.I.G

A Nice Day for a walk

Perfect walking weather today, so off we went for a walk around the local nature reserve. It was chilly, so Oliver wore his duffel coat :-

The Mere was still frozen over, even after the milder weather we have been having. It was littered with sticks and small tree branches :-

There were three squirrels running around in these trees, but they all managed to evade the camera lens :-

This little chap was more obliging though :-

Then it was time to go home for a rest :-

Haircut

Since the new year began, I've been in the land of  "can't be botheredness". I think my mood was caused by the dreary, gloomy, grey days, because this week the sun is shining and I feel much more energised. I wasn't totally inactive though, essential work still had to be done.
One job which had to be tackled, was Oliver's haircut. His coat was due for clipping at the beginning of December, but it was so cold that I decided to leave it. I didn't want my little man feeling cold. Then Christmas got in the way and this was the result :-

 So out came the clipping paraphernalia :-

Later that day:-

A respectable poodle had reappeared.
All be it a blurred one.
I can't keep blaming the camera, can I?