I had thought of writing a post about the things we leave out of our blogs, but then I thought that if I did that I would have to put things into my blog which I normally leave out. And since I leave therm out in the first place, why would I want to tell people what they are?
So, apart from saying my blog posts are a sanitised version of my life and thoughts I will leave it there.
One thing I don’t mind sharing is the minutiae of my trip to drop Julia at work this morning. I usually leave these details out because they are dull. even I think they are dull, and if I can’t be bothered to write about them, why would I think you want to read them.
Carving at Sheepwash Car Park – Carsington
We got held up on a busy stretch of the journey when a low loader had to turn off to go to a council depot. It needed to swing one way in order to give itself the proper arc for turning the other way. this stopped three lanes of traffic fro a while, as council workmen in high-vis jackets had to clear cars out of the road it was turning into. As I said to Julia, the item which was being transported small enough to have gone on a much smaller vehicle. They had either started off with something bigger on the back, or were going to pick up something large on the way back. The third choice, that the haulage company is staffed by wasteful idiots is, of course, absurd.
On the way back I saw a couple of around retirement age on bicycles, wearing matching pink hi-vis tops. I saw them last week and didn’t mention them, but seeing them twice in two weeks makes them slightly more interesting.
I did think about incorporating them into a poem and drawing a parallel between them in pink and fox hunters in red jackets (which they call pink). Fox hunters aren’t particularly accurate. Apart from the colour of their coats, they think, for instance, that chasing a fox with a pack of dogs is “sport”, which it clearly isn’t. Allow the hunt saboteurs to plant random land mines and arm the foxes, and I might just agree there is an element of sport in it, but dogs and mounted members of the upper classes against one small animal – where’s the sport in that?
When hunting with dogs was banned, I was ambivalent about it. I don’t (in case you were in any doubt) like hunting, but I don’t like banning things either, or messing with tradition.
Anyway, you now know why leave stuff out.
I only have two pictures of carved foxes so I threw in an owl too.
Owl carving – Sherwood Forest
As they say, the devil is in the details. 🙂
Yes, it’s true. Lots of devils and lots of details. 🙂
My failing memory helps me to leave lots of stuff out that I meant to put in at the time when it happened. This is a blessing for me and the patient readers.
It’s good stuff – goats, trees, state of the roads, bridges, birds and weather. All my favourite subjects. You can be a bit upbeat and Pollyannaish at times but I suppose that;’s the price you pay for a cheery disposition and living a virtuous life.
I am a legend in my own lifetime for constant moaning so the blog obviously doesn’t convey my personality very well. However, I do get great enjoyment out of taking photographs of my surroundings, so I am very pleased if the blog conveys that.
🙂
We all leave stuff out, but sometimes he minutiae can make a trip
Yes, it can be a tricky balancing act between the telling details and the dull and commonplace. The first time I ever read your blog I wondered why anybody would read about what an old codger ate in the evening. ten years later I’m still reading it. 🙂 We’re having salmon again tonight because it’s good for us. Oily fish. Ugh!
🙂 and you have unfollowed so many
🙂 I follow very few these days. Having winnowed out the chaff I have a solid dozen I read regularly. 🙂
Wonderful carved foxes and the owl, too. I agree that it’s a cruel thing to hunt foxes. What. The. Heck.
I think most bloggers use a certain amount of discretion about what they include in their blogs. I know I do. I tell the truth, but not the whole truth.
Foxes can be awful when they get into the chickens, as they just keep killing instead of eating a few and going. But the last time it happened, when they killed most of the poultry, it was because the farmer didn’t close the hen houses as he had a family party planned. They never took guinea fowl because the guineas roost in trees.
Yes, what I write is truthful but it’s far from a complete picture. 🙂