DrHume23.bsky.social

@drhume23.bsky.social

Useless idiot. Is a real Doctor. Not a medical one. You get a Palaeoclimatological emergency, call me.

Guess who strolled in at 6.15am, after 10 weeks missing? The cat, not the child. Our vagrant Krampus is microchipped, with a collar message "Do not feed, I have a home". Sleek, fat and well fed. Dirty stopout. He's got prior though, did the same 2 years ago. Little hobo. #cats

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The creeping wood sorrel that has taken root in our "Box o'Many Stanes" (repository for Special Stones outside the back door) is prettier and healthier than anything I've grown this year. I think I'll just do weeds next year.

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Orson left over some poster paints so I made a quick crappy painting of our trip to Felbrigg this weekend. I wasn't going to post it, but he noticed Mortimer was in it, and asked me to do one with him in it. So here he is with Daddy You'll notice he's not actually riding his bike. Lazy boy.

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Soggy morning run today. Squelchy feet relieved by a sodden tawny owl and a squirrel screeching at me from a tree. I was almost swimming through ever evolving waves of the spicy scent from hedgerows and delighting in the 3-dimensional music of the rain in the trees. #morningrun

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Unlike Orson, who loves digging and harvesting, Mortimer isn't keen on the allotment, viewing visits as some kind of obscure punishment. Today though, like Don Quixote tilting at windmills, he discovered a fierce joy in cutting back the rampant nettles.

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Farewell East Sussex. We'll miss the field straight out the back filled with all this kind of glory every night. Also the heron, red kites, noisy sparrowhawk, and clouds of chittering house martens. Won't miss the 9 hour power outages, barely accessible lane, and tummy bugs. #holidaydisasters

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