[Slushy]

They shouldn't have let an idle Tory cunt like you in a place like this.

I just tell them I'm from a poor ex-mining community in the Rhondda and they welcome me at once. It's amusing to see how the plebian classes exist.

[Slushy]

Last day, we collect the new Beemer and set off for home. The dealership here is less salubrious than in Swindon.



We detour off to visit Whitby, but the weather has turned. Unabated we take a stroll along the pier.





Working up a hunger, we head for the Magpie Cafe where the fish and chips are cooked perfectly as always.



The rain soon passes and it's time for a visit to the pub. Some local crones had the temerity to sit outside.



It brews it's own beer, so I tried the White Horse. In fact I tried seven, but no more as I have to drive home.



Oh fuck.

[Slushy]

Out and about again.


Nine Six cygnets arrived at Lydiard this week.
Mrs Swan: "You've lost three, I'll take charge of them, you're fucking useless."
Mr Swan: I was only in the pub for ten minutes, woman."



Gay heron at Caldicot Castle.



Kennet & Avon Canal, Bristol end.



Someone took an early bath in Bath.



The Cunting Man at Burghfield where I joked with the barmaid about the pub name.



Back at the canal, this chap seemed annoyed as I called him a silly punt.

[Greasy Roads]

We were once on the river bank at Oxford. Drink and drugs had been taken. This guy came punting along with his family on board, zigzagging all over the place much to our amusement. Visibly annoyed he looked in our direction and shouted across, "If you think this is so fucking easy, why don't you have a try?" Just at this moment his pole stuck in the mud and flicked him off the back of the punt. As he crawled up the bank covered in weeds and detritus I honestly thought I might die laughing.

[StuckupPercy]

I was once punting along the river in Oxford, zigzagging all over the place. On the bank were a group of people obviously off their heads on drink and drugs, taking the piss. I shouted to them "if you think it's so fucking easy, give it a try ", at the exact time my pole got stuck in some mud and flicked me off the back of the punt. I crawled up the bank covered in weed and detritus and honestly thought one of the group was going to die laughing. Annoyingly the cunt didn't.

[Slushy]

Lydiard Park cygnet update.

22 days in, one of nine remains.




On the bright side, Mr Swan decides to make some more.

[Kleenex Cesarewitch]

Some of my recent photos are quite Slushy-like.


Bufflehead ducks.



Drama on a little canal boat.



Breakfast.



Dinner.



And tea.



8 or 9 of these to wash the food down.



And back on the road.

[Slushy]

Out and about in North Yorkshire today.




I'll just buy a new one.

[Father Hasil Cocteau, SJ;]

I am under the impression that 10% to 20% of BMWs are shipped to dealerships with front end damage because they prove popular with the BMW-buying population. The idea is that they are like "pre-stressed" jeans.

I believe the late Joey Ramone and one other Ramone had these "worn" Beemeators.

[Greasy Roads]

Out and about in North Yorkshire today.




I'll just buy a new one.

That looks shit, what hit you?

[Slushy]

Out and about in North Yorkshire today.




I'll just buy a new one.

That looks shit, what hit you?

I remember the pub and the six pints of Theakston's - they have such a range these days - after that t'is a blur.

[Greasy Roads]

Out and about in North Yorkshire today.




I'll just buy a new one.

That looks shit, what hit you?

I remember the pub and the six pints of Theakston's - they have such a range these days - after that t'is a blur.

It wasn't one of these fuckers by any chance?

[Slushy]

No, we saw one of those cunts in Scarborough.

[Slushy]

It's been a while, but I'm still taking photos. Here's a few from 2020.


Seville.



Granada.



Alhambra.



Moisty, lockdown portrait March 31.



Spadge, lockdown portrait, March 31.



Mr and Mrs Swan , Lydiard May 4.



Retro BMWs, Northumberland August 2.



The pub at Lower Slaughter, just £9.80 a pint.



Another BMW.



I much preferred the Seville to the Granada, though the Alhambra is something else.

[Slushy]

My housemaid's knee is better, so being as we're under lockdown, I've been out and about.


The wonderful world of leeches.




Fog in the back yard.



Colourful overweight winter pigeon



Mr Swan preening in the ice in the middle of the lake.



Winter lockdown strolling in the park.