Friday, 2 October 2020

Is it a bird? Is it a plane?

 We spent the next couple of days working on the boat trying to get troublesome non shiny sections on the side to become shiny, these were under the portholes and under the hinges on the side hatches... Something to do with not having done the job last summer and then lockdown and finally having red paint...  

Oh don't think we have not been warned of the perils of red paint, well just the thousand times but I do so love it.

Its a bit of a story of how WaL became red, we had planned to have her grey, cream and black trimmed,  the back two panels red with the name on.  We were on one of our periodic trips to Fernwood when Mr Fernwood (Ken) took me aside and under curtains of plastic sheeting and showed me the progress.  David at this point was off with Julia (Mrs Fernwood).  
Ken said, well we done this, looking at the two panels but what about if we run the red all the way along and with great enthusiasm and expansive arm movements.  That was that, I said yes carry on and I just love her colours.  

It was AFTER she was painted that the sound of deafening sucking in on teeth, shaking of heads and tut-tutting could be heard.  
But I've never regretted the choice but am looking forward to that distant day when she is repainted and we have Two Pack which all tell me needs no more polishing.
I wonder if that is true.

Fairly shiny don't you think?  


So in between all this we went a walking on a gorgeous day.  Up onto a bridge and away over the River Trent onto a series of paths and fields, sadly a few of these fields were occupied by cows; dry cows, calves and god help me large curious bullocks.  Now I know its odd but as a dairy farmers wife of a few years standing now but I do not like cows, of any size.

So the following pictures are from a couple of walks over the next few days making the most of the last of the summer sun.  Marilyn these are for you, the colours are late turning this year.
 

Elderberry turning pink.

Holly, no berries

Don't know but a late entry.



Hawthorn turning red.

River Trent, looks small but OMG it did some flooding last November.

Little darlings who played "What's the Time Mr Wolf" with me all along the field.

I saw this horseshoe on a new bit of fencing, I like to think of it having come off a horse while it was pulling the plough.

We thought this was on a wild rose, but I have no idea what it is.

Hawthorne turning yellow.

Hawthorn berries a delicious red.

Campion, again a late entry.


David had the map with him, but even so finding the footpaths was a hard job in places with a farmer who had horses in a field had three or four electric fences barring the path.  Down our way he would have been arrested and got life in prison but up here its all a bit lax.  
See below: 
 

Not terribly well maintained.

Now we came upon a muddy marshy wet spot, pond is too prettier term but these birds were there.  I'm not sure at that distance what they are but if you Reader think you know then do please share.  Looking at the RSPB identify a Bird page HERE my best guess is a Plover or Sandpiper.





We also saw an Egret and a Snipe, I was just getting my camera to get a shot of both but they were quicker than me sad to say.



Gorgeous wild violas, "Dreadful bloody weed" said David, "It's a bugger to get rid of".  I might need a bit longer to work on him Reader.




Then these two arrived.  The Lewis's, see his overalls under his arm....?


They came for the afternoon.  We had another of those M&S's Meal Deals too, the lasagne one again, delicious it was too.  Amanda brought an apple cake and we had tiramisu, the Weight Watchers version (not).

No it's a hot air balloon.

Time to leave finally, tomorrow was going to be wet.  As the weather had been so very good in Staffordshire, we had extended our stay.  David had sacrificed not one but TWO golf matches and I was happy.  

The day we departed I was supposed to pack enroute but it was so sunny and warm I sat on deck enjoying it.



Our mooring for the last few days.

Looking though towards the River again.  Just lovely.





Now talking of Fernwood, this chap called out as we slipped by "Is that a Tyler hull?"  
Well now this was a first for us actually to have the hull correctly identified... Yes we called back 
"I thought so, I helped make it, I can spot them, he continued, 
"See those downward drains?  They don't look much but they take ages and are difficult" 



Sadly he is currently furloughed but fingers crossed that the industry gets back on its feet.





Turning into Great Haywood marina.  I hope it's not the last time this year, if we can and there is a settled spell of dry weather we'll pop back.  Covid19 permitting that is.

Bye for now.
















 

6 comments:

  1. Hi Lisa, I will miss your blogs, they make me laugh! Your fuzzy puink thing on a wild rose is a robin's pin-cushion gall; a little gall wasp lays its eggs in an unopened leaf bud and the little larval wrigglers mess up the plant hormones as they grow. They don't harm the rose and I think they are fascinating and rather pretty. Have a good winter
    Debby

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    1. Dear Debby,
      Thank you for your kind words. I too believe in laughing and yes chiefly at ourselves, its good for the blood pressure I'm sure.
      I'm all agog that there are little wasp-letts inside those puff balls! Thank you for sharing that and thank you for all your other help with "Pretties" names for me throughout the year.
      Meet you again soon I hope....
      Lisa

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  2. Hi Lisa, some 12 years ago, with traditionally sign written roses and castles back panels and the ever increasing costs of a repaint, it was suggested by our boat painter that we could varnish the cabin. He recommended we wait a year for the paint to cure properly before doing it so we did. We never looked back and NO MORE POLISHING - EVER! Or repainting. A clear varnish with UV is required and we used Craftmaster. Admittedly it was applied by a boat painter but at a fraction of the price when it came to revarnishing which is required every couple of years. So you could make all your recent polishing worthwhile and keep your red paint forever.
    Agreed on the Robins Pincushion and I think your birds are Lapwing.
    Jo ex n/b Sarah Kate

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    1. Thank you for that information on varnish. I will consult further with my consultants.

      I feel it is a bit like the time when we'd just had the kitchen refitted and as the builders were leaving he called over his shoulder Oh don't forget to rub down and varnish the wooden worktops every three months!!!
      I nearly fainted. Three months???
      I wish, oh how I wish I'd started on the back doors years ago. I think they are a bit poor now, I forgot to take an after shot. David is quite keen on polishing NOW that the results are so much better than earlier in the year with that expensive Canuba stuff.
      I think he'd be a bit frightened to mess around again but I'll ask him. Thank you for the bird name. Seems Lapwings are part of the Plover Family, I should have said they were not moving at all, perhaps their feet were stuck in the mud...

      Lisa

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  3. Pretty certain they are Lapwings, also known as Peewits (I was in Peewit patrol in scouts many years ago) or Green Plovers. Often seen in that area.

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  4. Thank you both.
    I think you are right. I had no idea that Lapwings were Peewits, were Plovers.
    Bit cross I missed a photo of the Egret, just the one.
    I was in the Imps at Brownies, in the Violets at Guides, did I tell you I was a Brown Owl in later years?
    Big Fat Kisses xx

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