Just can't help myself

I was getting petrol this morning when I noticed a middle aged woman having difficulties. She'd filled her car, but then the thing wouldn't start and she was trying to push it off the forecourt. I finished filling up, then went across to help and by God do I wish now I hadn't...

Here's the thing, I have osteoarthritis in my hands and am awaiting surgery: trapeziectomy on both thumbs. You may or may not want to watch the embedded video... it's not the most attractive thing in the world and not really for the squeamish.


So pushing this lady's car (I'm disgusted nobody else offered to help!) has done me no favours and tonight I feel as though my hands are on fire and I'm in considerable pain. A noble gesture to help a lady in distress no doubt, but under the circumstances bloody stupid! When will I ever learn? 😖

Well I never did

Out shopping in the metropolis of Newport today and I was a little startled, not to say taken aback, by two of the shopfronts I passed...

The first was an establishment called:

Silver Tarts

What ever could the shop offer I wondered? Their web suggests ladies should 'Throw Some Glitter'

Well I suppose you could could throw glitter to make it all a bit sparkly, or use chocolate paint or some such... I dunno, it just sounds a bit suss and very suggestive to me.

The second establishment is known as:

Bedroom Athletics

Loungewear? Hmmm... I wonder. Sounds unlikely to me. Have to admit I imagined sex-swings, leather harnesses, bondage frames and other interesting items! 😁

Do you have any interestingly named shops in your neighbourhood?

Life on the Edge

Some people really enjoy living life on the edge... being ready for anything, anytime, anywhere. Who can blame them? Not me for sure since I was that way inclined myself in days gone by. Not sure I'd have pitched a tent on the edge of 5 metre drop though!

Life on the Edge

Anyone exiting this tent's doorway and turning left will be in for a nasty shock and no mistake... and they'd fall onto rocks too, so no soft landings!

Life Behind Bars

I'm forever surprised by the things I spot when I'm out walking Tilly, like this child's doll who had obviously been extremely naughty for instance:

Incarceration?

Spirit beings of the golf course

I don't know how many golf courses in the UK feature totem poles, but one of the courses local to me does.

Dewstow Totem Pole

This is the totem pole that stands on what was the Park Course at Dewstow golf club. As you probably know a totem (Ojibwe dodaem) is a spirit being, sacred object, or symbol that serves as an emblem of a group of people, such as a family, clan, lineage, or tribe. I do wonder why a golf club would consider squirrels, rabbits and owls as sacred objects or spirit beings, but the pole is quite interesting and I guess a bunch of golfers might be considered a tribe...

Squirrels and Rabbits

The totem pole was carved by Bob Davies from a dead 60 foot Sequoia back in 1993 and is looking a little worse for wear now.

Squirrels and Owls

The base of the pole has become overgrown with ivy and bramble so much of the lower detail is now covered as is the commemorative stone, a bit of a shame in my opinion.

Best not to forget the Buzzard and the Seagull!

So, does your local golf course have a totem pole? No? Perhaps a few helpful spirit guides would help your swing!

Goose Green Invasion Force?

Back in 1982 British forces were involved in the Battle of Goose Green and while I certainly wouldn't want to belittle their efforts (or those of the defending Argentine forces) I just wonder how our guys would have coped if faced with this lot?

These are, mostly, Canada Geese who have adopted Magor Pill on the Severn Estuary. Quite why they've turned up in such numbers at this time of year I'm not sure, unless migration is early this year?

Watching them massing and making their way along the shoreline reminded me of a full-blown invasion force... hence the post title. Whatever the reason for their presence, Tilly and I enjoyed watching them for a while.

Me and my shadow

Walking Tilly and found it hard to resist capturing this image...

Mez follow ewe everwhere Grand Dad!

I'm not actually convinced Tilly would follow me everywhere if I didn't have pieces of doggy sausage in my pocket!