Theatre Clwyd, Golf course embarrassment and Blanche remains a star

Caught up with Hazel this morning and accompanied her to Theatre Clwyd to see an exhibition by Welsh artist Helen Booth. Most of the abstract pieces are for sale, and Hazel being a bit of a new art buff, was hoping to buy a large painting for her front room. The art is certainly not my cup of tea, but is striking (left) and I was glad that she found a couple of canvas' she actually liked.
Thank god for Theatre Clwyd!. It remains a small beacon of cultural sanity for me along the entire North Wales coast....sometimes I do miss places such as Sheffield's Millennium Galleries, Weston Park Museum,Showroom Cinema and Lyceum Theatre, but at least I can shoot down the A55 and be sipping proper coffee at Theatre Clwyd's cafe in 20 minutes thus re charging my culture batteries.
In between art watching, and collecting horse shit from a local farm (oh how very Sex and The City!) I took the dogs and Jess for a walk along Bishop's Wood. I was late so all 5 dogs were pretty hyped, so I wasn't at all surprised when walking across Meliden golf course, a very angry passing Labrador started a fight between Jess and Meg. The two bitches had got to a bit of an "understanding", but like two slutty slags from the wrong side of the tracks it only took a tiny spark ( in this case a bark of a passing dog- instead of a ton of vodka and red bull) to ignite a bit of hair pulling.
Jess bit Meg ,Meg clamped onto Jess. William and George jumped in thinking this was all great fun, and all this in front of an elderly woman holding the aforementioned Labrador and four golfers waiting to tee off.
Meg bit harder on Jess, Jess bit hard on Meg. I pulled Meg off, and Jess jumped up and dragged her down again. William jumped in again, bouncing up and down on both of them whilst George ( seizing his chances) sneaked into the fight and bit Jess several times in quick sucession.
After a couple of minutes the whole thing was attracting a small crowd, with various people "tut tutting" and pointing at how badly behaved this bloke's dogs were. Red faced and rather pissed off I finally stalked off with one thrashing bitch under one arm , the other firmly clamped under the other and three dogs dragging behind on their leads.. Minutes later the whole thing had been forgotton, with a rather benign Jess licking the blood off a knackered Meg's face in the boot of the Belingo

No such bad behaviour from Blanche when I finally got home late afternoon. Still sat on her large clutch of duck eggs, she hardly moves all day. Water and feed is not touched at all, so we have to go through the daily ritual of dragging the irate hen off her nest, throwing her outside the hen house, for a brief pee,poo and snack, before she stalks back to the job in hand...muttering quietly to herself...

The Brindisi

The new incubator arrived today, the grand sounding Brinsea octagon DS 20! For some reason I have found myself referring to it as the "Brindisi" ( wasn't that the drinking song in La Traviata ?) and after half an hour of construction it hit the desired temperature, was bang on with the humidification and automatically turns the eggs without any bother or fuss. I love it! 12 runner duck eggs (pure white birds) and a further 6 runner (apricot coloured birds) should arrive tomorrow and we are off into incubation world again.

Lots done today, I have cleared and weeded the entire back garden, cleaned along the cottage walls and have sown beetroot in the allotment.

Son Of Rambow

I really wanted to like Son of Rambow (2007):-it's a quirky British comedy about how important heroes are to children growing up in those hot summers (long past I am afraid) which always seemed to consist of fantasy films of the day and simple day dreaming. Director and writer,Garth Jennings obviously loved his decade of the coming-of-age film, such as The Lost Boys, The Goonies, Stand by Me and E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial , so much so in fact, that I thought that Son Of Ranbow felt totally like an 1980 American production. The Britishness of this piece, which could of made for a much funnier,individual and moving film was lost somewhat in a US homage, which was at best innovative and sweet, but at worse also a bit of a mess.
Pity.....

Bloody hell

Bastard, bloody, bastard, frost..........sneaked up on my potatoes last night and there we have it............bugger, bugger, bugger!!!!!!!!!

Not sure of how much damage has been done as some of my earlies have already been earthed up,, but this morning when I was letting out the chickens a local know all did comment that my planting had been somewhat premature.....

Oh how I needed the unwanted and unnecessary advice .............

Hunting Squirrels

George Loves squirrel hunting, and will spend many happy hours bouncing around after the hairy little buggers in the woods up the Gop. This afternoon I took time out from the allotment to take the Scotties ( without the more demanding Welsh terriers and Jess the hysterical patterdale) for their own walk in the woods. George and Maddie are easily pleased. They follow their leader, demand nothing and seem to take pleasure in everything they do, so for a sunny hour or so I enjoyed giving them my entire attention ..

A poor show

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/7347691.stm

I found the above link and the story it covered an interesting one for review this morning. The same tale ( with a very different, almost hysterical slant) was debated on LBC radio this morning also, and I must admit the whole thing brought back some poignant memories. The "teenager" in the story I knew very well indeed and I am glad that he has been awarded the sum outlined in the news report.My only reservation about the MOD "one off" compensation award, is that our own government fails to support its own servicemen when they are equally disabled when on active duty.
When a soldier for example looses all four limbs in a land mine attack or the like then a pre ordained limit is set on his compensation claim. I think from memory that the maximum award is around 250 thousand pounds..........yes pathetic given the level of injuries sustained.
I applaud the support given to this young boy after his dreadful and very public accident, I just wish there was some fairness with the financial help given to our own disabled service men and women when they get "dumped" back home in relative isolation..

The work starts

The allotment NOW looks the part, This morning I have set up the runner bean canes, and a long set for a wall of sweet peas to screen the chicken coops. The dirty little bugger Rabbits have scoffed all my sprout seedlings overnight so with Maddie and George for company I have recovered a new planting with netting.
Following Blanche's surge of hormones Beatrice has started with bad tempered broodiness, I hope it stops there as broody hens don't lay eggs. If not perhaps a whole new clutch of eggs can be adopted.

3 years in June

It is a lovely day ( so far) this morning. And keeping the slight "Bird" theme going, I noticed the pair of blackbirds, beaks full of nesting materials, swooping back and forth from the old nest by the cottage's front door.
Every year the couple have raised their chicks just feet away from our lounge, and this year seems to be no different. It got me thinking that in June we have been over in Wales THREE years. God, how time passes.
The one thing I do notice with living at a quieter pace is that you notice the little things. The arrival of the blackbirds,like the green sprouting on the allotment and the increased egg production of the hens, mean longer, warmer and comfortable days outside, and hopefully a bit of space from the wet damp winter we have just experienced