In the garden with a pint

Nice one Carl. Me and Jeanette just went for a walk, through the village and out onto the marshes. God knows where that came from, I think I must have had too many coffees today, I was in your stamping grounds, the South Hams and they were plying me with caffeine all day. I'm going to have to watch that if it leads to exercise.

 

This morning I thought I'd grab a picture of my 'Beer'O'Clock spot in my garden to share with you, but the iPad lens isn't wide enough to do it justice really.



But it was to hand, and quick...

 

Nah, the squirrel does most of it mate.

Seriously, Jeanette's the gardener, I'm more...landscaping. You know the kind of thing 'That tree needs coming out', 'I need a hole digging'. The picture shows about half the back garden and we've got nearly that size again out the front.

The next time you're wazzing down the A38, give us a shout and swing by.

 

In me beer chair (see above). No squirrels yet. Once she who must be obeyed gets up off her bum and does the tea, it's a fluids check on Bill then me and him are going to get reacquainted. Then tomorrow I can wazz straight down to Paignton for my date with Pinkster.

I've spent the last year thinking you were all just voices in my head and now I'm going to meet two of you in the space of a week.

 

Just got home from my mini ride out, filling with petrol, working the gripes out of my ageing joints and trying to remember whether it was 1 down, 5 up or vice versa, seeing as it was so long ago I rode it, and rode back down the village bypass in order to try third gear for a change and reminded myself how fu.....lipping quick these things are when you have a less than scant regard for the muppe.......road users ahead of you who don't possess the same urge to press on in quite the same intensity as I do.

So, back in the beer chair now, cooling down as my leathers plastered my tee shirt to my lardy back in, what Jeanette inferred was an extremely unappealing way.

Hmmm, must remember that the next time she falls asleep in the chair with her mouth open like a stroke victim.

 

Ha, I went out because the fuel light came on when I fired up on the drive and I don't want to have to stop on my way out tomorrow.

 

Right, I've done a revamp of the beer chair view with a proper lens. I waited for three beers but the squirrel didn't come back. I hope Bert didn't get him.

 

Cheers Jimbo. Of course, that's 3 pictures stitched together. Seeing it like the picture is only possible after 7 or 8 beers when your eyeballs start to roll apart.

 

It's a piece of software called Hugin. A free download and it pisses on most buy in panoramic stitching software I've tried. It's just a bit resource hungry.