The Pigeon, The President & The Chipboard

I hope everyone has had a fabulous Chtistmas, as always it flies by, but for me it's been nice to spend time with family and friends. I've had so many lovely presents over the years, but one that always sticks in my mind was a 6ft by 4ft sheet of varnished chipboard. You are probably thinking poor lad, but I didn't have a hard childhood, it's just that sometimes the simplest presents are the best. As a child I was a massive fan of Subbuteo and the chipboard enabled me to keep my green cloth pitch flat and smooth and it meant I could play at table level rather than scrabbling about on the floor with an uneven pitch. 

Where Is That Bloody Book?

It's been a while since my last blog, but I have been busy, not just looking after the chickens you understand, I've been exploring the world of South Kesteven! For those of you that are non the wiser, South Kesteven is a district in South Lincolnshire and probably one of the great undiscovered areas of the country.

I do enjoy my walking, but let's get it out there straight away, Lincolnshire, doesn't have mountains or the rugged landscape enjoyed by other areas of the country, it does however, have some beautiful countryside for you to enjoy. It was once said that "any fool can appreciate mountain scenery, but it takes a man of discernment to appreciate the Fens". So without a doubt this walk will appeal to everyone reading this blog!

A Chicken, A Dog and A Hosepipe What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

Well it's been a while since my last blog, but nothing much has changed, who knew a year on and we'd still be doing the 4 point check every time we leave the house, keys, phone, wallet and of course mask - 'has anyone seen my mask' was a question that I don't think I'd uttered until about a year ago, now it's one of my top three most frequently asked lock down questions. Not that anyone of course wants to borrow my mask, (unlike the car keys or my credit cards), it's more a matter of principle and a mental agility test to see if i can remember what I was wearing the last time I stepped out of the house. This usually results in a hunt through the pockets of clothes that have been thrown into the washing machine before I just give up and put on a disposable mask on instead.