Mods and rockers, tearing up down the seaside
So much effortless energy nicely juxtaposed with the wind turbines.
What a pity we cannot harness “doggy power”.
It is much more aesthetically pleasing.
it is wonderful to follow the progress of Lemon and his ‘bonding’ with Dylan. He must think he is truly in heaven now.
Yes, that is a good thought on an entirely accidental composition Calvin. Perhaps if we ran them on treadmills harnessed to the NG?
I was only just thinking I should send a progress report email Victoria – am a bit snowed under with the end of a project at the moment … in short, we think he is a charmer, and he is as little trouble as you could expect (though he did knock Trezza off her feet less than a minute after this shot was taken – it’s 2-1 to me in that sense as things stand!). The pictures do paint a few words though…
Now those boyz rock!!! It’s wonderful to see them having such a great run. Sorry about that little nudge you got from Lemon, Trezza!! I hope nothing was hurt. Just be thankful it wasn’t Drzl. That would be comperable to being run over by a tank. It’s so cool that Dylan has a pal to run with again. (I still miss Ollie too….and my dear Ridgie.) I love your photos and this blog site. But dang, you Brits use some strange blurbs! :)
Good point re. Drzl: I certainly wouldn’t fancy a collision!
Let me know what blurbs you don’t understand and I’ll attempt a translation…
It does my heart good to see our lovely foster boy Lemon doing what comes naturally…….. he really does look like he has found saluki heaven – sue
Okay, Stephen what does it mean when you say NG, as “ran them on treadmill harnessed to the NG?” I am only clueless on the NG part. Duh.
Why do you say someone is at University, rather than “someone is at THE university. Same with hospital….you would say “James is in hospital”, but I would say “James in in the hospital.” I wonder about these things. How did these little differences come about? (I realize I wonder about many things most people don’t give a rat’s ass about!) ;)
Ah, well, the NG is a bit arcane and means the National Grid which is the system of supply for electricity.
If you look at the way I’ve written that, it sort of answers your next two: we’re in the habit of taking the definite article out of speech and letting the general (He’s at University) stand for the specific, (He’s at the University. You’d say the former if you were local and were referring to a local person, but you’d be more likely to be specific about it if you were saying where a common acquaintance had landed: ‘She’s landed at the University of Iowa.’
There’s a start anyway!
Ohhhh, I get it now. Thanks for the kind lesson, Stephen. :) I would have to tell you that in Maine (especially the area where we live which is Downeast Maine) you would have a little trouble trying to figure out what’s being said. It’s tricky. If a person, usually a baby or child is very pretty someone here would say, “ain’t she cunnin’.” If somebody had the misfortune of running into a deer in the road they would just explain by saying “deer jumped.” Many stories which one tells to another is responded to simply by the listener saying “wicked!” And everything’s “wicked good.” ‘Course their’s lobstah, chowdah, etc.
One of my favorites is the closing words to a friend….when going separate ways, ending a phone conversation, etc., and it is “Finest Kind.”
It is a term of sincere endearment. Similar to other people saying “have a great day.” :)
Finest Kind, Stephen.
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