Saturday, May 3, 2008

To the lighthouse...



with Lucy, except there wasn't one.



So we played in the tide pools, while the dogs looked out to sea in contemplation.








And we tried to photograph things but the dogs always came and jumped on them at just the wrong moment. Except for these wriggly things which they couldn't reach.



9 comments:

Mrs. Chili said...

We BURN those wriggly things around here. EVIL beasties that kill trees. Booo! Hiss!

Mike said...

Beautiful photos, but I agree with Mrs. Chili. Those wiggly things are very destructive around here too.

Rosie said...

Well thank you Mrs C n Mike...you have pointed out a dilemma. We were in a protected place of natural beauty, so how far is one justified in twiddling with the ecology. I might have felt more like "burn them burn them" if they were anywhere near my garden though! And I dont care where mosquitos are...they just get splatted anyway.

fresca said...

Thanks for the comment on GuGeo, Rosie! Speakinf of bees, I wonder if you have special honeys in Brittany...

Lucy said...

To paraphrase Hermione Granger, 'Is that what my hair looks like from the side, ugh!'

Anyway I had it cut today.

I'm sure the wigglies weren't the nasty kind, as they were living on blackthorn which doesn't seem to be in any danger of imminent demise.

Fresca, apiculture is quite big beesness round here, I could probably wax quite boring about the Merciers and their speciality honey products, their history and family connections to my village... am I keeping you up?

Sod it, I'm supposed to be on a blogfast, and here I am getting distracted already.

It was a smashing afternoon, thanks! There's some of you at mine too.

Rosie said...

fresca it seems that Lucy has stepped into the breach, honeyly speaking.
Lucy, Surely even wrigglies have the right to wriggle in a nature reserve! I dare say we shall do a walk again soon while you are on the run from thwarted artists...I know somewhere that is really isolated where they will never find you...

Omykiss said...

The 'wiggly things' do look very picturesque .. but then so do some of the weeds in the garden ...

My partenr, df, has a definition that I rather like 'I weed is just another plant, but in the wrong place.' Maybe the same could be said for your wiggly things. They must have evolved with some good purpose, don't you think?

Josie said...

I love the picture of the dogs looking out to sea. I often wonder what dogs think about, they seem so intelligent, and almost philosophical at times. Pondering life, perhaps.

Great photos!

Rosie said...

omykiss...I am as irrational as the next woman about what creatures I like and dislike. I think the wrigglies evolved because there was a place in an ecosystem going spare, and they jumped in so to speak! I admit that I more partial to kittens than tapeworms, and it could be argued that they are both parasites...
Josie, I think that porridge spends a lot of time pondering
1. When is dinner?
2. Where is the next lake of manure to roll in?
Otherwise I suspect that the lights are on but no-one is at home.(sometimes the lights aren't even on...)