Splendid, first class, excellent - Love it to bits.

I came home from work yesterday evening and as I walked through the door, I could smell the lovely roast dinner being prepared. The aroma was gorgeous and my belly began to rumble.

"What's cooking?" I asked.

"Lamb shanks," replied my wife, who is a vegetarian.

"Oh wow! One of my favs," I replied. It's a standard joke. Whatever she cooks, I always reply, "Oh wow! That's one of my favs."

Carole always replies, "Food, in general, is one of your favs."

As the plate was put on the table, I decided to take a quick snap so all you lovely peeps could see the prize awaiting my devoted attention. I, of course, managed to rise to the occasion. My performance in doing justice to this dinner was; splendid, first class, excellent.

In short, I Love it to bits. 

DALEKS, DALEKS, DALEKS! It's all happening with POWER OF THE DALEKS.

The big kid inside this 55-year-old body got all excited this week. A missing Doctor Who story from 1966 was brought back under an animation. I remembered watching the first ever Patrick Troughton story when I was five years of age. I can remember near Christmas time with pictures in the newspaper of Ben and Polly (The Doctor's travelling companions) They were kneeling down with the dreaded Daleks in the background. It was the final episode of the six-part story and the Daleks went on an extermination spree. I was looking at it from behind the armchair. Not daring to turn my eyes away.

I eagerly bought the BBC download the other day and have been watching an episode each day. Today was the sixth and final animated adaptation and the Daleks went on that good old killing spree. I was back in 1966 again in my old house in Limehouse, East London. Good old days and the adaptation via animation made me swoon with nostalgic little boy memories. GREAT STUFF! :D

A Pirate's Dinner

A Pirate's Dinner

The Grand children came in and looked at the curried vegtables with rice. We were not expecting them and they usually like kiddie things.

Jokingly, I said, "That's what pirates have for dinner,"

"Do they," said the pair of them. They like pirates.

"Oh yeah," I replied. "They love this sort of thing."

They decided to have some with rice and ate the lot. :D

Lloyd Fishing the River for Pike, Perch and Roach.

My son Lloyd, is mainly a carp fisherman. He likes to go to all the various lakes in his area of Southend-on-Sea in Essex. He decided to come and visit me this week for a couple of days to try out the various rivers in Fenland, Cambridgeshire. He found himself a spot, just outside of March by a road bridge.

I helped him get his roads and other fishing equipment down the bank and left him there for the day. Previously he had been in the local fishing tackle shop to buy different baits. He loved the shop because it had so many different things to do with the hobby he enjoys.

When I went to get him at the end of the day, he had caught a pike and two more had escaped his hook, and broke away as he tried to play them in. He had also caught several Perch and Roach. It was a different type of fishing from the lakes that he is used to. However, he was pleased with the size of some of his Perch. He said the were the largest of the Perch he normally catches in the lakes.

Also, he said he was not used to river fishing, but had learnt a lot during the course of the day. He says that when he comes again he will try for more Perch. He seems very excited by Perch fishing in this area now. 

Dusty the Cockerel Introduced to the Hens.

Dusty the Bantam cockerel is introduced to the garden. The hens in the coop are not happy and neither is the single ostracised hen living in the garden with the ducks. The first encounter is with Chickie the lone hen. It is a gradual process, but soon Dusty will be among the hens. 

Hopefully, this will harmonise and stop the bickering among the hens. However, on first appearances, there seems to be a long way to go yet.

Dusty seems to like walking on hard surfaces and appears a little disoriented at the moment. That is to be expected. As I go out and check on him, he seems to be gradually working his way towards the chicken coop wire. 

He and the hens are getting used to one another with a barrier there. 

Is a Marsh Harrier Hunting the Fields in Front of Our House?

I'm sure this was a Marsh Harrier. It could have been a buzzard or Sparrow Hawk, but there is a black line going around the white of this bird of prey's head. A bit like a Lone Ranger or Tonto mask. However, I'm no expert and could be wrong. This hawk was in the fields across the road from my home. It was some distance and the 300mm lens captured it, though not as good as a more powerful lens.

If it is a Marsh Harrier, it would mean that the bird of prey is also using our fields as a hunting ground. This is exciting as birds of prey numbers are increasing rapidly in the Fenland.

Walk with Us Along the River Nene into March Town

The autumn is coming and the leaves are falling down as we walk the river into town. Everyone likes to go to shops via the river bank because it takes you to the complete centre of the hamlet where the road bridge passes over the river. Suddenly there is the hustle and bustle of the town's traffic and then quite again, once we cross the road and carry on along the river and out of the other side of March town.

There are all sorts of quaint houses and houseboats along the river. Everything slows down and becomes carefree. I'm clicking away with the camera. Just for fun. Most of the snaps are of little use but some can give the reader an idea of the river walk to the town of March in Cambridgeshire.