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Saturday, 14 April 2012

Hello and Welcome Fellow Ramblers: Clouds, Kestrels and Ken!

Sun, Frost and Rain!

Well, we’ve certainly had a mixed bag on the weather front this week! The sun has been warm, the frost has been keen and the rain very wet indeed! Not all at the same time obviously! We’ve had amazing ‘Simpson’ skies, beautiful blue dotted with fluffy cumulous clouds and the next minute grey and depressing. Three cheers for the Great British weather. Our main subject of conversation when nothing else is at hand! And of course we do need the rain!

Ken Dodd

The highlight of my week was a trip last evening to our local Theatre Severn to see the hilarious old-style comedian Ken Dodd! I say old-style as opposed to all the ‘alternative’ comedians who dominate today’s comedy scene. Dodd is 85 and has had a career of nearly 60 years. Imagine that, bringing laughter to people for all that time! What an achievement! We all need a good laugh; it’s the elixir of life!

This is the second time I have seen Ken live, and he is certainly value for money! The show started around 7.15 and we were ‘let out’ of the theatre at 12.15 having laughed the whole time he was on stage! Brilliant! It certainly gave the old ‘chuckle muscles’ a good workout!

One Swallow does not a Summer Make

This old proverb is apparently attributed to Erasmus in 1539. He said, ‘It is not one swalowe that bryngeth in somer. It is not one good qualitie that maketh a man good.’ Or woman if we’re being pedantic! But I would definitely agree with both those sentiments!

Two days ago I was slightly suspicious when my LTA said he’d seen two swallows (the first of the year! Plus it’s become a bit of an on-going challenge to see who sees the first evidence that summer is just around the corner! Pity we haven’t got something better to do I hear you mutter!), but yesterday I did actually see a swallow in the distance! But as the old proverb tells us it doesn’t mean summer is upon us, yet!

And high in the sky a kestrel hovered, while a raven croaked (I mean the noise it made, not that its life had come to a sudden end!) as it rose on a thermal against the blue sky with a couple of resident buzzards for company.

Spring has Sprung

On a walk along our lane the other day I was amazed at the number of wild flowers in evidence. There are masses of dandelions, all mirroring the sun with their cheerful facades, clusters of celandines with their pale yellowy green petals, tiny violets (self explanatory!), primroses, the inevitable cow parsley ( a favourite amongst the rabbit community), delicate wood anemones (or wooden enemies!) quaking in the breeze, and dainty wild strawberry flowers to name but a few of the 15 varieties which were obvious. (And I bet I won’t be able to find a single strawberry when they are ripe!) Mmm…the flavour is amazing, if you can find one! And the bluebells which are already in bud are apparently a month earlier than they should be!

Well, as always, thanks for your time!

The Bumpkin Rambler xx

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