What a disappointing week. Not only has work been so busy it’s silly but when I took the day off to collect my new super dooper pocket rocket, it was broken so I couldn’t drive it. Well, the windscreen is broken and for those of you (if there are any) who aren’t familiar with the law in the UK, this means it is illegal to drive the car as it obscures my view…or something. Officer.
“Why not get a new screen?” I hear you ask. This is fine in theory but for one point…..Ford haven’t started making spare windscreens for this car yet!!! Quite what I would have done if I was driving and damaged the windscreen myself I’m not sure. Abandoned the car at the side of the road by all accounts it appears. However, I can’t complain about the dealer who is very apologetic and giving me a free replacement car until the problem is fixed (not of the sort I wanted though), money off and vouchers. So, you have been spared pictures of cars this week, you’ll just have to put up with my old stuff, seeing there are 35 mph blustery winds and rain today and I can’t even get outside! Should this continue, I may just download my card early.
Anyway, to the subject matter this week, even though it’s a few years old. Some of you may gathered that I live in a fairly rural place judging by previous rants about buses and snow, but I haven’t shown you many of the local animals, apart from the cat (who is currently asleep on my fish-tank, very wise). Our local council provides us with recycling for food waste, but with this guy around, it isn’t necessary…
We haven’t actually seen the fox in the flesh for some time and we can’t ask Mischief who appeared to have quite a close relationship, but we know we do have badgers now, so I dare say that if he is still about, he is keeping his distance as those badgers can be a nasty sort. However, they do the same job and food recycling is still not required.
There’s a name for this kind of thing…isn’t it symbiosis? Not sure, but they may as well benefit from our waste rather than it being shoved in a hole somewhere. However, Dad is heard to swear when the badger digs up the lawn looking for more!
On to my usual subject matter now, a good local walk, this time to Wolfscastle, on the way to Fishguard. You may be able to imagine the stories to lead to the name of this place, but there are no wolves anymore and it a tall outcrop of rocks, not a castle. One of my friends was disappointed on seeing the rocks from the road but we have plenty of castles, so I thought a climb up some rocks would have been refreshing. Seems I was wrong in that instance.
It’s not great distance up to the rocks, but a lovely walk (although a little steep in places) along the path with plenty of things to look at, as you can see. I had to crop this following image a bit, so apologies if it’s a bit blocky.
Once at the top, it’s quite a view I think you will agree. In the distance you can see the Preseli Hills (fat chance of seeing them today with all this rain) and it almost feels as though you could fly in a straight line to them. I must admit that I have no idea how similar the heights are, but it gives a feeling of satisfaction thinking you have climbed the equivalent distance.
Well, that’s this weeks instalment of pictures, but before I go I must share with you a short I was sent on YouTube. No, don’t worry, it’s not one of my boring ones. Come back!
Those who know me well will know I love zombie films, The Walking Dead and such so I had to have a look and hope you do too. It’s not overly gory or full of shock value but very touching and I challenge any of you who watch it not to have a lump in your throat at the end.
Please have a look, it was made by a small team who reached the finals of the film competition they were in (Tropfest Australia) and they would surely welcome encouragement in the form of oodles of views to churn out more fantastic stuff like this; here’s the link to “Cargo” http://youtu.be/gryenlQKTbE