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Warped

20 Jan

If anyone bangs on about intelligent design being the way of the world just ask how the apex of the alleged Deity’s plans, the most intelligent species on the planet can be brought low by something 80-120 nanometers in size. And what part that horrid little virion plays in any vast eternal plan? But that’s enough theodicy for now. So in case you haven’t guessed I’ve had and still have to some extent a version of influenza: could be the deadly Australian or the ever-so-polite Japanese or the entente filled French well whatever it was it was an absolute bugger. The past week has been one long semi-concious blur spent under a duvet surviving on soup, tea and easy-peel satsumas oh and regular doses of Paracetamol. Grrrrrr.
Today’s picture is a reflection I caught at Cottingham station. If, like me, you see a sort of face in this image it’s not a sign of warped mentality but of a “well wired brain” according to the Daily Mail. Pareidolia is, it appears, a good thing though I fail to see its place in intelligent design. If you don’t see a face, of course, it means you have an even better wired brain, however if you regularly read and take the Daily Mail seriously I can’t comment on your wiring …
Anyhow back to the duvet and a cup of life saving tea …
The Weekend Reflections are here.
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The buck stops here

12 Aug
Came across this fine roebuck on Snuff Mill Lane the other day.  It being the rutting time of year I suspect he was looking for female company but I didn’t see any around. Something I didn’t know was that roe deer became extinct in England in the 18th century  and those we have now are the result of reintroduction from Scotland. There’s lots of them about now thankfully and if this guy gets lucky there’ll be even more.

Big Boy

28 May

We have a pair of crows nesting nearby and every year at this time of the year they go just a little crazy. Nothing and I do mean nothing is allowed to fly anywhere near their nest. Chief object of their passion is a herring gull that has given up the nautical life for one of municipal scrounging. His poor life is hell just at the moment; no rest even if he’s a couple of hundred yards from the nest and I wouldn’t fancy being pecked by that beak. It’ll all be calm again once the fledglings appear in a few weeks

Woodbine Cottages

27 May

This little terrace of houses is on Endyke Lane in Cottingham. Endyke Lane (with a y) is not to be confused with Endike Lane (with an i) in Hull though the latter is an extension of the former. Looking at old maps it seems that the old name was Endike Lane and the Cottingham end only became Endyke after Hull built the North Hull Estate in the late 1920’s. I wonder if this was not some desire on Cottingham’s part to distinguish itself from the council house plebs down the road. So now you know the y of it…

I Want To Ride My Bicycle

23 May

They’ve got all the Lycra gear, helmets, obligatory sunglasses… and I’m guessing those bikes don’t come cheap, so serious biking then … well maybe not so serious.

Blue Train

18 May
I just had a moment’s notice to capture this locomotion. As I’m just old fashioned and a lazy bird I won’t tell which way it’s going.

Ne’er cast a clout till May be out

12 May
No, not a political slogan, but advice on what to wear in England in spring time which can be notoriously fickle temperature wise. You may know May blossom  as hawthorn, maythorn, quickthorn, whitethorn or (my favourite if Wikipedia can be believed) motherdie but the name matters little when it’s covering the whole countryside with luscious white blossom. The scent of this bush is particularly pungent and, some say, redolent of corpses which may be why it is considered bad luck to bring the blossom into your house. It looks much better outside any way.

Margot took the top shot. She prefers it in colour but it’s not her blog.

The weekend in black and white is here.