A Walk On The Wild Side

Yesterdays wander down the "conk conk" path near us after dropping off my prescription form in that little post box at the group practice. It's a bit grim and grotty round the back of the dump yards but not without it's certain charms and we spotted a squirrel dodge behind that stump of a tree. That land seems earmarked for yet another hastily considered housing estate ( little boxes made of ticky-tacky as the old song goes ). We went through the small park and avoided all the dog poos. Hazel wanted some sparklers for New Years but the dodgy garage man who sells fireworks down the back alley said they were like "Hen's teeth". All due , he said seriously, to Covid, Brexit, the high price of oil and that ship that got stuck in the Suez canal.

New Year's Eve

Hazel lit many lamps and candles in the back garden as she does every year. At midnight we enjoyed the fireworks and some sparklers that Hazel had bought plus some from mail artist Julian Beere that he kindly gave us when he visited the Curious Things exhibition in Manchester recently. Also Hazel burned some old rotten logs in the Mexican stove that had been piled up for many a year.I watched a bit of Jools Hootenanny but it wasn't as good as previous years offerings.