Outdoor Futile Exercises

Summer’s arrival calls us out of our dark hovels. My son and I went for a walk in the local woods, armed with the essential survival kit: 55p bottle of mineral water and a tissue.

Fancy yourself as an explorer wee one? Time to step up.

So much more colourful than the usual urban graffiti.

Where is the summer son?

Futile Exercise #1: Hanging close to the water was a swarm of midges. How do you count them when there are thousands of the things and you can only count to ten?

Futile Exercise #2: How do you locate James when he is wearing his tree life camouflage t-shirt? Can anyone spot him for me?

Futile Exercise #3: Trying to get a smile out of your son when he keeps failing in his attempt to catch damsel flies. Damn-silly flies.

James went on ahead to check out the fisherman’s progress. A line from my Dad came to mind:

“I don’t see the point in trying to outwit a creature that doesn’t have a brain to begin with.”

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We have had an unprecedented five continuous days of sunshine in the normally bleak north west of England. Somewhere down the line, we’re gonna pay.

Make the most of it people. Slap on the suncream.

The Sun Was Out Early On Good Behaviour

This post contains no deep insights or meaningful message. It was just that for the first time this year we had nice weather, so I decided to cut short my Jackdaw weekend sabbatical to document an afternoon with Mrs Jackdaw and my two youngest fledglings in Alkrington Woods.

The car doors were opened, the seat belts unfastened, and they were off……

House on the hill- Alkrington Hall.

The signs were good.

Enticing the swans.

“Come back!” Fickle fowl.

Under a watchful eye

Niagara on a small scale

Look at that long lamented blue hue.

“No fishing” say the fish.

Everyone needs a helping hand. A tree split down the middle gets some support.

Well this is the time to see buds on trees, but cans of Bud?

Christmas survivor. The tree that was decorated by children at Christmas, featuring in my December post ‘When Is Holy Wholly Holy?’ Some of the decorations have made it through the winter storms, and look especially good when you are lay beneath them.

Lever Bridge-scene of earlier competitive twig racing.