May 29th – In the meadow behind Alder Mill, just north of Atherstone, this pair of huge black cocks.
I have no idea, but just like imagining the faces of hopeful Googlers finding this post at some point in the future and being somewhat disappointed.
Interestingly, these cocks are only a a few hundred yards from a place called King Dick’s Hole.
Think I’m joking? Check a map.
April 12th – I met this rough-eared flaneur with something of the night about him in The Butts, Walsall. He seemed elderly and deaf, but he wasn’t scared of me and only retreated upon sight of a dog some yards away.
He seemed a lovely old lad and I think someone must love him very much.
I’m glad the warmer days and lighter evenings are here – the season of cat loafing is upon us.
April 9th – A short spin from Brownhills to Newtown and back was under the most peculiar spring weather – bright sunshine but with a dark and very threatening sky, To catch it’s glory I came back from Newtown along the canal to Brownhills, and was fascinated by the eastern skies.
This place is beautiful. Never let anyone tell you different. Even when the weather is poor.
October 10th – I suspect this chap, getting some compact and much needed shut-eye on a waterside jetty at Newtown, Brownhills is the same smug cat I spotted a couple of weeks ago.
He was lazing in the mild afternoon, and with tail as draught excluder and warm on a plastic tarp, I suspect he could have been in heaven.
You have to admire the propensity of the everyday omg to nap just about anywhere.
October 1st – Nice to see the cotoneaster going bright orange-red now. This pea-sized berry is unpalatable to humans, but songbirds, particularly blackbirds, love the sugary berries, and having found a bush, the blackbird male will fight off any challengers who would raid his winter larder.
A lovely splash of colour in autumn’s otherwise yellowy palette.
September 27th – On the canal near Newtown, Brownhills, waterside pets. That wonderful dog… possibly a husky, whom I’m told is female, lying imperiously in the weak sun. Such a gorgeous, lupine creature. Her owners must be very proud.
Not far away, on an abandoned fishing peg, possibly the world’s smuggest cat. What a splendid fellow.
I can’t help wondering if the cat teases the dog…
August 5th – Spinning home through Shelfield I spotted this guy staring intently at something in the hedge. I’ve no idea what small, squeaky thing he spotted, but it kept him transfixed for a while.
Then he heard me, and gave me one of those evil, fixed stares that all the best cats master at an early age.
‘Who dares disturb my activities?’
I love cats.
July 25th – There was something of the night about the long-haired but diminutive cat on the far side of the canal near Clayhanger Bridge.
Those piercing eyes and quick wits; there was a hunt on and I’d disturbed it. But what an absolutely beautiful puss.
Someone loves that wee black cat and brushes it loads to keep it so beautiful.
July 11th – Everyone needs a hobby.
I fancy something even more radical, like rural bitching.
July 11th – A bad day. Technical problems, IBS playing up and nothing going well, I finally made it out late in the afternoon and headed to Aldridge to get some shopping in. On the way, I spotted this superior looking fellow glaring at me from the opposite bank.
I often wonder what cats think must be going on over the water, in the place they can’t reach…
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