By: Blonde Two
We all know that on Tuesday night Barney stormed in and had a bit of a moment. Well, knowing that I had spent the day buried in youngsters, computers, paperwork and concrete; Barney invited me to go for a walk with him.
I insisted that we had our walk before Barney got really stroppy and blew trees down, waves up and skirts over heads. Barney agreed; he also agreed that we would just have a quickie.
I was so glad that we went because outside with Barney, I found lots of things that I liked; plus we all know that the best way to deal with youngsters, computers, paperwork and concrete is to get outside. I liked:
- The few autumn leaves that were still clinging to the gnarly trees (are trees gnarly all year round?)
- The slight squodginess of the grass.
- Kirrin Island (of Five fame).
- The fact that my ‘smart’ boots were also waterproof.
- Barney trying harder to blow me over as I got close to the sea.
- The pool of still water behind a row of rocks.
- The wall of seaweed that was trying in vain to keep the tide in abeyance.
- The wolf/dog with one brown and one blue eye. I don’t think he was part of a re-wilding scheme.
- The way that Brixham’s lights started to twinkle across the bay.
- The slice of moon that kept disappearing behind clouds.
It was a lovely quickie but sadly Barney and I have now parted company. He blew off somewhere to knock a few phone lines down.
PS There was only one thing that I didn’t like on my walk. It was the silly lady telling her husband (around 55) off for, ‘Standing so close to that puddle.’ If she had been my wife, I would have jumped into the puddle and kicked water all over her!
With the new look blog site you two seem to have morphed into one – no longer a heading telling me which Blond is writing.
I am familiar with crazy urges like your wish to sort out the grumpy lady. On a post on my Macmillan Way walk I was stifled in a dining room of whispering old fogeys and said I wanted to jump up and shout “Geromino!” and roll the Calf rock off down into Ilkley.
Look at the photo and you will see what I mean – Trundle of the Year?
https://www.dropbox.com/s/plpbjwkfmm1usot/P1010300%20copy.JPG?dl=0
That is a fantastic rock – I must go and see it very soon!
What a lovely word is “squodginess!”
Gnarly isn’t recognised by my spell checker (Firefox British English dictionary).
You being a teacher should do something about that.
I know surfers use the word to describe rough waves that are hard to surf.
& the trees at Wistmans wood are beyond gnarly all year round, although probably more gnarly in the winter.
I love the word, it’s high time firefox got up to date.
I’ve just discovered (according to the OED) it’s North American informal!!!!
When I read that my face almost planted itself in the sidewalk.
;o)
In New Zealand, they love the word ‘gnarly’ but I have never heard it applied to trees. Sounds great with a Kiwi accent, you should try it!