Sheep

Over at the "Geograph" photo-mapping project to which I have submitted 17,142 images, many of the tracking possibilities of computers have been fully exploited to benefit members. For example, through the clicking of a couple of keyboard buttons I can see that I have captured 218 images of farmhouses, 1092 pictures of churches and 2455 photographs of paths.

However, today I am going to focus on sheep. The algorithms tell me that I have banked 371 pictures of sheep in various locations and weather conditions. Sheep on snowy fields, sheep in flocks, sheep grazing, sheep running, sheep alone, wooden sheep, stone sheep and cute baby sheep (i.e. lambs). I tried to find out the term for a lover of sheep and the best I can come up with is an "ovinophile" but I am not 100% certain that such a term has been approved by those who guard the gates of the English language.

Though I confess to being an ovinophile, my relationship with the woolly quadrupeds is entirely platonic and any smutty counter-suggestions will be ruthlessly squashed by my legal team!

I give you the heads of seven sheep from my collection...

And finally, my favourite sheep picture of the lot - taken at the roadside near Stanage Edge in June 2016. This sheep seems so haughty or perhaps it is simply very chilled out...

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Christmas

 Finally getting into the Christmas spirit

It feels wonderful

I’m jingling all 

The way home everyday

Happy Monday

Tell me your joys today?

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The Fickle Finger Of Fate

 

Life is a fickle beast.

One minute you are battling the small brickbats of shite that make things literally crap

The next you are swinging your hips to a fun bit of music and sad videos on tiktok suddenly do not have the power to make you weep when you don’t want to.

I finished my assignment last night. 

I just need to type it up today.

Bluebell is back on the road, ( albeit a totally iced up one this morning) but won’t be taking me out until lunchtime as the - 5 temps last night have re- iced the lane and effectively rendered the incline to the main road impassable. 

I’m taking a neighbour to a hospital appointment

From having nothing in my calendar last week, I have found things filling up gently.

Gorgeous Dave has asked me to go and attend a Meat Loaf By Candlelight evening which sounds a somewhat unlikely pairing, I must admit. 

Tomorrow, I’m bunking off college to go to the Choir’s annual pub singalong and next week I’ve arranged  supper out with Chic Eleanor .In between, I’m meeting another friend for brunch at Bryn Williams and there’s the village Christmas Fayre to help with next Saturday.

Tomorrow I’m going to the funeral of a dear friend’s husband . Eirlys has featured on many of the early Going Gently blogs as she my chicken guru , and fountain of all knowledge when it came to hens.

I’ve just come off the phone to her after reading her all of the tributes that were written in memory of her husband on the village Facebook page. 

Not a FBer , herself , she gave me permission to pass on the news that her husband John had died.

This morning I slowly read out each comment in turn and moved dreadfully, she listened to each one, silently as the tears fell.

“I didn’t know , that We knew so many people” she quietly added when I was finished 

A funeral tomorrow lunchtime ….singing in the pub, tomorrow evening

So Scarlet was right

After all tomorrow IS another day

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