Walking

Six Stoical Horses

A walk to Ela Woods this afternoon.

Six stoical horses bunched up against the fence seeking shade from sun and biting flies.

Stood there static, lethargic, morose.
Having to take it, bear it, endure it.

But having me around poking my camera up their nostrils seemed to cheer them up a bit.

Words, Walk, & Vid: Ian Nisbet

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Two Linnets

Not just one linnet. But 2 linnets. On Dawlish Warren.

Ivor Cutlers girlfriend Phyllis King wrote a little poem about a linnet.

A Linnet

Sky fragile as ancient porcelain
Slender a pale bird on a bramble
Still as evening air
A linnet I breathe
Knowing only the sparrow by sight
What bird so perfect
Could have another name?

Phyllis King
(From the Ivor Cutler album- Jammy Smears)

We made a little vid about this Linnet poem on our other blog 3 years ago.

Vid: Ian Nisbet

Heart Urchin

We picked this up on Dawlish Warren sands.

Heart Urchin 2 May 2018

No idea what it was. Small, fragile, delicate. Intriguing.

Turns out its a ‘Heart Urchin’. Or to give it its more prosaic name ‘sea potato’.

Here’s an heart urchin still alive.

Heart Urchin

And looking kind of ‘urchin-like’ in that picture.

The paper-thin casing (we found) is what remains of the heart urchin in its ‘test’ form.

There were dozens of them on the beach. Casualities of the storms that blew across the Bay back in March possibly.

We collected 3, but 2 didn’t survive the vagaries of my trouser pocket and were crushed into fine particles.

This one, fortunately still in tact, sits on the windowsill in Haze’s kitchen.

Heart Urchin 3 May 2018

(PS: The stitch-like threading vaguely reminds me of the American softballs my mom used to sow together back in the 70’s)

Spring afternoon in Tessier Gardens

Tessier Garden Walk edit

A beautiful spring day to take a stroll in Tessier Gardens. A quiet park filled with a variety of trees and flowering shrubs, flower beds bursting with tulips, daffodils, primroses and bluebells.

Birdsong echoes around the park, bumblebees… zig zagging lazily humming .. busily buzzing everywhere and anywhere, exploring this sun-filled warm afternoon.

Time out to sit and sketch … a flask of tea… and I am totally surrounded and absorbed by these magnificent trees!

Sketch & Words: Hazel Brown

Dashing Dart

A slow walk to the Dart river.

Yet more notices about picking up poo
(I presume this isn’t a Phantom Poo Person on the loose, but the usual dog doo dah bollocks)

Bag that poo April 2nd 2018

Somebody had been out picking up, not Poo –  Plastic.

Plastic Rubbish 2 April 2nd 2018

A ceremonial pile of plastic laid out right next to the river Dart.

Plastic Rubbish April 2nd 2018

Plus a couple of glass bottles, some tin cans, a trainer, and other sundry detritus.

Maybe a nice person picking up plastic but without a plastic bag to bin it with.
Or an angry person making a point of drawing attention to how much plastic gets carelessly thrown around perhaps?

It drew my attention. So I took those pictures. To post on the blog.
(Unfortunately I hadn’t got anything on hand to bin this plastic heap of crap either)

Everywhere around on this Easter Bank Holiday Monday was as inert, as dead, as that plastic pile of poo.

But nothing inert about the river Dart today.

Positively bouncing and bubbling along with unstoppable energy, necessary life.

Yogapoo

While out walking in the snow last week I saw this notice pinned to a post

Yoga for Mutts March 2018

Some local being clever in a funny kind of way, or funny in a clever kind of way?

But appears that it might have been memed through social media. A North Devon businessman, Rob Braddick, up in Westward Ho! claims to have started this Yogapooing already (click this link to DevonLive)

OK. It’s about time something was done. It’s not just the dog. And its not just the dog shitting. Its the owners of these dog shitting dog shitters that need to be made to face it. (Notice I’m referring to the phenomena not with the nice nomenclature of polite poo, but calling it as the nasty actual shitty thing it really is)

So could ‘YogaPoo’ be the way to clean our streets? Probably not. But in a helpful spirit of playfulness what about extending the concept to other forms of alternative cleansing exercise? We could instigate:

ShiatsuShitsu
Not solely confined to shitty shaitsus. Other crappy yappy little mutts are also included.

ChiGongDung
Like YogaPoo only slower.

TaiChiTurd
Like ChiGongDung but even slower.

CackAsthenics
Whipping up a bit of a sweat in a Onesie

KundaliniKrapping
The sublime ecstasy of excrement removal.

JudoJobby
Roll over and take a bow.

FacialFaeces
The dogs face rubbed in it. Along with its owners.

DogDooDooDance
Get couples to doo doo it together while jigging away to the song “Who Let The Dogs Out”. Woof. Woof.

DogShitBumpsie
Reinserting the brown log back up its dog.

RollerBladeRumpPuddy
In one swift swoop, the poop is scooped.

Picture & Words: Ian Nisbet.