Robin – Ready for Action

I’ve not been very structured over the last few weeks, with a poor record of reading blogs and many missed days of writing. Sorry about that, but the move, the cold and  planning/researching of articles has been soaking up my time.

I now have some poetry to write for the end of the month and a little more for December. At the back of my mind I’m sure there should be more, but it’s not on the list and I’m not going to search for more work at the moment.

It would be lovely to be one of those people who had a routine or a plan, or both, and I sometimes seem to get to that point. It never lasts. Generally as soon as i start to think I have acquired some good habits, it all falls apart.

Guinea Fowl

At the moment I am still looking for an internet service provider for the bungalow.  It is an area filled with deals and bargains and enticement and, particularly, with claims of high speeds. I checked our speed yesterday. It is satisfactory. If the various claims are to be believed I can get the same speed cheaper at the new place, or I can get more capability for the same money. We probably don’t need that, because two pensioners (one of whom would be happy to live in the age of steam and canals) with a couple of laptops and a digital TV don’t need a lot of capacity. I don’t even have my phone set up for emails, so most modern technology is wasted on me. If people want me they can ring me. That’s what a telephone is for. If they can’t be bothered to ring, it isn’t important.

Wren at Rufford Abbey

The ideal date for me to have lived would be about the 1860s or 1870s. We had mainly got rid of cholera and typhoid, we had trains and the telegraph, postal services were efficient and it only took 28 minutes to send a message from London to India. Unfortunately, balancing these advances were a number of signs that the country was going soft – you could no longer set mantraps in your grounds, transportation of criminals would cease in 1868 and even the power to imprison people for debt would be restricted after 1869.  Still, no time in history is perfect, is it?

Yellowhammer – Dearne Valley

Photos are from march 2017 – some spring birds.