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I'm Mark. Older than you imagine, pescetarian, husband, father, professional parent & pedant.
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Maisy
You haven’t seen much of Maisy lately. She’s still here (just lying by my side gently yelping in her sleep as she chases pheasant through her dreams).
Tomorrow’s a big day for her. She goes to the vet to be spayed. We weren’t going to have her “done”, but the poor old girl’s had one phantom pregnancy after another since Sybil’s been here.
Technically, it’s a straightforward procedure. In reality it’s a major operation, so fingers crossed everyone.
Rabbit.
So Maisy & I were admiring the view from the Roughs when I heard a small noise behind us. I turned to look and I’m not sure who was more surprised…
You’d think a “hunting” dog would have been after this little fellow like a shot, but she paid no attention at all. She was far more interested in a distant bush that turned out to be harbouring a pheasant. How can she possibly tell from sixty-odd yards away?
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And Yahoo just paid $1.1 billion for this….
For those of you who don’t understand archaeology, I have made a diagram.
Explains everything.
Home.
Here’s a view of where we live, taken from the top of the Roughs - the local name for the hillside that denotes the shoreline in Saxon times. Everything you see here was on the seabed 2,000 years ago, but the seas receded and Romney Marsh came into being. The sliver of blue at the top of the picture is the English Channel, so we’re perilously close if the sea level rises again.The expanse of shingle is military firing ranges, so birdsong is often accompanied by the gentle crackle of gunfire here. The geometric green structures are the latest threat to our idyllic existence. The local council granted planning consent for housing development that will see more than 1,000 homes built there. The land has to be raised first because of the risk of flooding, which means their foundation level will be at our roof height. You can probably guess how popular the scheme is around here.
Finally, our home is just below the centre of the picture. And now you can see why I’ve been so quiet recently. All that timber is the extension I’m building. The timber frame is up to eaves level now, and I’m hoping to start on the roof in the next few weeks. It’s been tough trying to fit the build in around work, the kids and the weather, but it’s coming along. Just have to keep my fingers crossed that climate change doesn’t undo all my hard work…
Photo: mings
Dogfight
The unmistakeable silhouette of a Spitfire, being filmed by a helicopter as it flies over Romney Marsh. This is a regular occurrence here and we have the pleasure of listening to the equally unmistakeable roar of its Merlin engine as it travels to and from the White Cliffs of Dover.
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That moment when you realise you’ve had it with work and all the crap that goes with it.
Morning Rays over the Trossachs from the Cobbler
