Tuesday, 14 December 2010
sad deserted shore
As I walked home I heard the most raucous screeching of gulls and saw that there were twenty or more in someone's back garden in a feeding frenzy. No wonder there weren't any on the beach.
The Chimney Sweep came round today - one of the traditional characters around these parts. He still wears clogs and has a VERY Suffolk accent. It took 15 poles to get his brush up our chimney - it's a three-storey house. Anyway, he was very complementary about the way I'd fitted the stove. That cheered me up a bit. As he left I saw a very large bird drifting over a garden down the road. It was a heron. I don't see many herons this close to the sea. By the time I got my binoculars, it had gone. Wonderful eerie creatures. Silent, graceful and mysterious. The Chimney Sweep said that they look fabulous in the sky but ungainly on the ground - "all legs". I often wear an RSPB heron badge on my suit jacket. If anyone asks why (and they often do) I always say, "It's tall, grey* and has a big beak - remind you of anyone?" I must admit that I am more similar to the ungainly heron on the ground than the elegant creatures in flight.
I went to buy a copy of A Christmas Carol today. I haven't read it for years, I'm not a big fan of Dickens but I've been meaning to read it for a while now. A good friend of mine reads it every year at this time. As I said, it's been a long time since I read it but it has all those fantastic typical Dickens characters: Scrooge, Tiny Tim, Bob Marley, Kermit, Fozzy and Gonzo. If my memory serves me well . . .
However, I couldn't get hold of a copy - not even in the second hand shop. Ah well, I guess I can wait a few days and buy it at the weekend - or perhaps download it onto Mrs Dave's Sony Reader. That's a bit modern - not sure I'll cope reading a book electronically. I prefer to stay unplugged when reading.
Oh well, happy St Tibba's Day to you all. December 14th is The Feast of St Tibba. She came from Rutland where I spent part of the half term holiday. She's the patron saint of falconers and wildfowlers. Ah yes, wildfowl, that's where I came in.
*corrected - see comments!