Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
Earlier posts can be found on Adventures of a Lone Bass Player, where this blog began life. Recent entries can be found here.
A Day In The Sun
by admin - 20:40 on 28 April 2014
Kawasaki San, you'll be relieved to hear, is back home with two new brake discs, a functioning horn, his new ignition in place and a shiny new MOT. Two new tyres will be fitted soon, leaving a malfunctioning fuel gauge as the only unrectified problem. The only one I know about, anyway.
Today would have been the perfect opportunity for a long test ride, especially as it's been warm, sunny and windless and the start of the working week for less fortunate people. However, as the DVLC website will only let me buy road tax beginning in April, and I grudge paying for a month and getting less than a week, Kawasaki San will obey the law and stay off the road until May 1 when road tax will finally be purchased.
So today's been all about the garden: mowing The Rural Retreat's vast acres, half-weeding the last flower bed (I grew bored after two barrowloads of unwanted greenery; those dock leaves get everywhere), and rescuing tailless lizards from Willow's slavering jaws.
Pandora's not been blameless - at one point this morning she could be seen acting furtively in the bushes with an ex-vole dangling from her mouth - but in the afternoon she discovered that the sun had heated up two stone slabs outside the front door to a temperature just perfect for a lazy sprawl. A bonus was that from there she could also keep an eye on the seed spillage beneath the apple tree and the feathered visitors it attracts.
When two pheasants wandered in for an afternoon snack she was too comfy to move, which was fortunate. One of them was Hopalong, a male with a bad leg that's clearly not going to get any better as we've seen him limping around for a few weeks now. It doesn't seem to have damaged his matrimonial standing, for the other pheasant was a female who appeared happy to be in his company.
"But what's Maia been up to?" I hear you ask. "Not a lot" is the answer: a brief walk at lunchtime then an afternoon spent indoors keeping out of the sun and whining for food whenever I ventured inside. Some things never change.
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I enjoy reading your blogs and we now have adopted two 7 month old tabby kittens, so no doubt when they go out,we'll be rescuing various creatures from their clutches ! But, we also have a hopping male pheasant here and he's managing to carry on, we've named ours Hoppy :)