Astrid's Photo Scavenger Hunt - week ending 13/08/2021

This weeks word set by Astrid is 'Things beginning with S'.  I had no idea how many pictures fell under that heading.  Below are a few I have selected from my vast archives.

This is Casper, young Katie's cat, so named because of his white face.   He just loved lying across the corner of the veranda's walls.  When he did so we would say Casper is being a Suspension Bridge!!.  Apologies for quality of photograph but it one of those old ones that have gone purple and I have had to adjust it considerably.

In 2011 our friends from South Africa came to stay and I was intrigued by Lynette's knitted Slippers.  She told me how to do it, I think it is a rectangle, with the end not cast off but pulled tight, then the edges were turned over, the base joined together and the heel stitched up and finally a plaited cord was added. 

My next S picture is a Silhouette of Katie and eldest grandson  many years ago.  The dog is Cleggy, Moss's predecessor. 

This picture is of the Stocks in Berwick-on-Tweed town centre.   Makes one think, public punishment may have been humiliating, but I would imagine preferable to be locked up in terrible jails of that era. 

This picture brings back memories, wet memories!!  We wanted to walk to Dunstable Castle, Northumberland but should have taken note that all other people were walking away from it.  They had seen the Storm coming, we just strolled gaily on and then the heavens opened and we were a long way from the shelter of the castle and although we had rain coats they were obviously shower proof, not heavy rain proof.   It was a long walk, further than it looks and we were soaked through.  After the rain subsided we made it back to the car, absolutely saturated through.  I took off all my clothes other than my undies and put on another coat B fortunately had in the car. Talk about being wet to the skin....I really was!  B's coat was longer and kept him drier.

PS.  After this we bought proper Pac-a-Mac's to keep in our back packs!! 

Still in Northumberland but this time on Lindesfarne, or Holy Island, one of the Farne Islands.  We were lucky enough to be there while this beautiful carved depiction of the monks lovingly carrying St Cuthbert in his coffin from Lindesfarne to Chester-Le-Street then eventually to what is now Durham Cathedral was displayed in St Mary's Church on Lindesfarne.   This carving was huge, larger than life. 

For more information on why he was declared a Saint follow this link to Durham Catheral/St Cuthbert    It makes very interesting reading. 

S is for Squirrel, two in fact.  The first, peering through our lounge window was of Emma, so named as the first squirrel to come into our garden was blind in one eye so we called him Nelson then when he turned up with his lady friend she just had to be called Emma after Lady Hamilton, Nelson's Mistress.  Emma became very tame, even sitting on B's knee, eating nuts.  But like all our squirrels over the years she moved on when her daughters took over her patch.  Though she did came back to visit occasionally. 

Emma's daughter became known as 'Little Em' and was even more tame than her mother.  She would come right into the passage and inside our flat if she felt we had not fed her.  While Jak our cat tolerated her presence outside  he objected strongly when she came in the house.  We had to keep the door shut to keep her out.   Here she is eating peanuts.

Although we still feed the squirrels with a proper squirrel feeder (keeps them from stealing the bird's nuts)  we do not try and tame them.  It's not fair as many see them as vermin and they may be a bit trusting of humans. 

The next set of photographs were again taken some years ago in Northumberland, this time of our son burying his dog Roxy in the Sand and then executing his nephews!!  

He could do anything with

Roxy, she was so patient.

Off with his head!! 

Eldest grandson is balanced with his head in a hole in the Sand and youngest is completely buried with the exception of his decapitated head!!  Amazing what you can do with Sand. 

Our daughter-in-law is a geologist and always has a lovely collection of Stones.  Going on a walk with her is fascinating as she will tell you all about the stone you have picked up or rock formations.  These are a few of her collection of small stones around a Clematis in a pot in her garden.  

 

This is daughter-in-law with a tiny Starfish found on the beach near Berwick-on-tweed.

This picture is of a Sign in Tembe Elephant Reserve in South Africa.  I just love it.  It is not one of my pictures but one off their web page, I just could not resist it when I saw it. 

Another picture taken using my camera to take pictures off my computer from the web site Africam.com  that we watch so much.  I just love the way the baby blends in with the mother.  As a point of interest no two zebras have the same pattern stripes and those brown Shadow stripes between the black ones are particular to the the zebra in Southern Africa, further north they are just black and white like the ones in the Serengetti which is where most of the game programmes you see on TV are filmed. 

This picture has both S for Spots and S for Stripes on this Civet Cat out hunting at Tembe.  We often see him at night as  he stalks any small mammals he can find. 

A post by me would not be complete without a picture of Jak.  I have avoided using Snow as a topic - I have too many pictures to choose from but this I could not resist when I found it.  Jak just loved the snow and would run around like a crazy kitten playing in it.  Here he has just been let out and found that it has snowed overnight!!.   Its not the best photograph, but when I saw it it just brought back happy memories of a lovely cat.

I must stop now - I have taken up too much of your time looking at some of my pictures beginning with S.   Have a good week.  Thank you Astrid for hosting this weekly fun.  See you next Friday. xx 

April's Scavenger Photo Hunt

Here we go again.......frantic search for pictures to fit the headings.  I have had it done mentally ever since the new list was put up by Hawthorn and now suddenly the deadline is tomorrow and I have not done anything more than think about it!!

1  New

For many years we have had a compost bin that was given secondhand to Hawthorn in 2004.  It was made up of plastic panels that slid into each other to form two small or one large round bin.   Over the years panels have broken and this year become very brittle and not able to stand up to the heavy winds and had developed a decided list windward!  I tried to replace it with something similar but to no avail.  I eventually realised I would have to find something completely different and chose a slatted wooden compost bin (with a 15 year guarantee against rot, which considering our great age I did not know whether to feel good about that or not as I would be 90!!)   The old plastic bin is to the right of the photograph as I still needed to shift the non rotted  contents into the new bin and all the lovely brown compost into bags ready for use around the garden.  

I must add that the construction of this wooden bin led to some interesting conversations between myself and B as, like all men, he does not follow instructions.  Just by enlarging the photograph on the web page I could see how it all slotted together but............well, you know, I am sure.  Anyway as the article came without instructions other than where to download them from their web page I did just that to prove my point!! 

2  Recently finished

I have changed around the order of words so as to continue with my theme of compost bins!  Our eldest grandson very kindly came across for the day to help us transfer all the non rotted vegetation into the new bin, carefully layering it with soil from last years' flower pots and filling sacks of lovely well rotted compost and in return for his hard work we fed him an enormous pizza, tomato soup and an unending supply of hot cross buns, hot chocolate and orange juice.

The slats came as a flat pack but unfortunately three slats had their ends broken off.  We carried on assembling it but I immediately contacted the seller who apologised and said they would send a replacement.   To our surprise 'replacement' meant a whole new bin, not just three slats, so now as the original one works in its broken state we have two for the price of one!  That is what I call a bargain!

NB   This should  be under new as well as those ladies size stainless steel spade and fork were an early birthday present.

3  Rust

Each year we drive from Lancashire to beautiful Northumberland** to stay in a farm cottage for a week.  When Anthony Gormley's Angel of the North near Gateshead comes into view we start to feel we are nearly there.  The giant art installation is known as Rusty Rita by the locals, hence my link to this category.   The first time we passed it we turned off to get a closer look. It is huge.  See how it dwarfs B as he walks up the hill towards it. If you look more closely you will see a few people standing at the base. 

** My banner picture is taken on Bamburgh Beach, Northumberland. 

I have just enlarged my original picture and read again the amazing details on this information board then looked up more details on a web page.  I thought it would be more interesting if I copied and pasted the details here as I found them fascinating and thought you might too.

• It is believed to be the largest angel sculpture in the world
• It is one of the most viewed pieces of art in the world - seen by more than one person every second, 90,000 every day or 33 million every year
• It is one of the most famous artworks in the region - almost two thirds of people in the North East had already heard of the Angel of the North before it was built
• Its 54 metre (175 foot) wingspan is bigger than a Boeing 757 or 767 jet and almost the same as a Jumbo jet
• It is 20 metres (65 feet) high - the height of a five storey building or four double decker buses
• It weighs 200 tonnes - the body 100 tonnes and the wings 50 tonnes each
• There is enough steel in it to make 16 double decker buses or four Chieftain tanks
• It will last for more than 100 years
• It will withstand winds of more than 100 miles per hour
• Below the sculpture, massive concrete piles 20 metres deep anchor it to the solid rock beneath
• It is made of weather resistant Cor-ten steel, containing a small amount of copper, which forms a patina on the surface that mellows with age
• Huge sections of the Angel - up to six metres wide and 25 metres long - were transported to the site by lorry with a police escort
• The total cost of The Angel of the North was £800,000
• There is unique species of daffodil named the Angel of the North due to its orange, rusty hue and lofty height. The Angel of the North daffodil has been verified and registered with the Royal Horticultural Society (RHS)

4  Boxes

I looked around the house to see which box I could use but could not decide so have arranged  them all together for a group box photograph.  They all have different stories to tell.  The two wooden ones in the back and two in front were given to me by my son and fav daughter-in-law collected on their travels. The Jak the cat tin and the lovely Papier-mâché box were given to me by Hawthorn and the round one with the lid was made by B while playing around on his lathe.  The little glass one my mother used to store stamps in, both new ones in the days when you still had to lick them and used ones that she used to collect for B.  Today I see it has an  odd selection of bits, a McMillan Daffodil, a spare needle for my knitting machine and odd washer or two and a brass thimble that says Use Humber Soap around the side.  But best of all is the old wooden box in the centre made by my father-in-law as a young man in the late 20's to hold his cuff links.  The workmanship is perfect. No nails  or screws, all minute wooden dowels and small piano hinges on the back with a  little brass lock. 

5  Ingredients

Here I must make a confession.  I very seldom take photographs of my cooking so I  have cheated and pinched this from Images on Google.  Very naughty I know and I apologise.

With so many recipes to chose from I have selected a traditional South African pudding or teatime treat - Melk Tert, which translates as Milk Tart.  It is quite different to the English custard tart and much easier to make as it does not have to set in the oven, you make it like custard, in a saucepan.  You can be good and make a short pastry pre baked case but I cheat and buy them ready made from the supermarket.  

MELK  TERT   (Makes 2 x 8"  tarts)

4 rounded tablespoons flour                          l cup sugar

4 level tablespoons cornflour                        3 eggs

l litre milk                                                       3 tablespoons butter

Cinnamon sticks (Optional)                           Pinch salt.  

Ground cinnamon                                          2 Baked pastry shells

Sift and mix together dry ingredients. Add eggs, beating well. Add a little milk and mix till smooth. Boil together remaining milk, salt, cinnamon sticks (or pinch of cinnamon) and butter. Add hot milk to flour mixture and return to saucepan and cook slowly till thick. Pour into baked pastry shell and sprinkle with cinnamon. 

6 and 9   Something beginning with .....D and R (I know, its cheating!)

I think I will be forgiven for using this photograph of a very young Hawthorn as I need it to illustrate my story.  I was stumped for a while on what to use for the letters 'D' and 'R' that would be different until B reminded me of Damn Rabbit - I actually can't remember his original name.  We had raised him from a very tiny baby, almost hairless and blind, as his mother had kicked him out of the cage. He was fed with a dolls' baby bottle and lived in the house.  But he had one very bad habit.  Living in a rather hot part of the world and as B worked just down the road, he came home for lunch and then had 40 winks on our bed before returning to work. The rabbit sometimes used to sneak into our bedroom and jump onto our bed and snuggle up to him.  The only problem was that on occasions B would be rudely awoken from his nap by a warm, damp feeling. Yes, you guessed it, it was the rabbit having a wee!!  B would hurl him off the bed yelling loudly....That Damn Rabbit has done it again....or actually something rather stronger. So he became known as That Damn Rabbit!!  (or TDR for short)

In the photograph Hawthorn is holding  TDR, Barney her little dog who met an untimely death when we moved into the city where he did not know busy traffic and her cat Sam** who lived to the grand old age of 15, a good age in a country where many cats were killed by snakes.

** Sam was named after Sam the Sham (remember him?) as his mother was Siamese and his father obviously a passing black rascall whom he took after until he opened him mouth and he spoke pure Siamese cat!

Writing about TDR has bought back a long forgotten memory.  RTV - Rhodesia Television was in its infancy with only two stations broadcasting, one in Salisbury (Harare) and the other in Bulawayo. They had a children's 5 o'clock club which Hawthorn and her brother belonged to and when it was their birthday they were invited to go to the broadcast on that day. I had a cunning plan! Only some cards were read out each time so I got my parents in Capetown to send an enormous birthday card which did attract attention.  Little H was called up and her card read to her.  It had been signed from Mummy, Daddy, Granny and Grandpa and all the many cats and dogs, ending with TDR. The presenter  Sally Donaldson asked little H who was TDR and was told it was That Damn Rabbit.  She was naturally asked to explain which she dutifully did, in her clear voice; my rabbit wee wees on my daddy and he gets cross and shouts That Damn Rabbit!  We went from proud parents sitting with others in the viewing room to very embarrassed parents, shrinking down in our chairs.  That will teach me to have a Cunning Plan!! 

7  Mechanical

We came across this beauty whilst in the Science and Technology Museum in Manchester.  It is the 'Pender', Tank Locomotive No 3 and is a Bayer, Peacock Locomotive and was used on the Douglas to Peel line on the Isle of Man.  It has a cut away view of the engine which was fascinating. 

8  Something seasonal

My garden is at last rousing itself from it's winter stupor (or is that a description of me?) and bursting into flower again.  Each year these primulas faithfully come into flower.  I had been given a sack full that had been destined for the council compost tip as they were being dug up to be replaced by summer flowers by the council gardeners. I always think they are rewarding me for rescuing them.

10  My own choice

At this time of the year the squirrels are raising their young in their dray.  When they are big enough the mother brings them to our feeding table.  She keeps her young around her till they are able to defend themselves then chases away the males.  The females stay longer and in fact sometime oust their mother and keep their patch - and supply of peanuts!   We are seeing the present mother squirrel when she comes for food and water.  It is obvious that she is feeding babies.   We had Emma for years, each time raising her  young and sending them away till eventually she was the one evicted.  She would come back occasionally to see us till she stopped coming altogether.  She became very bold, asking for nuts by coming to the Goat Willow tree at the side of the lounge or even coming up the passage and into our flat.  When the babies were weaned and teething she would bring them to the Goat Willow tree to chew on the bark for its soothing effect.  Sadly, as the tree was actually growing in the school grounds next door and was damaging the fence, the council came and cut it down. 

Here is Emma feeding from B's hand.  She even sat on his lap eating nuts he gave her.