The Olde Village Pump at Horningsea.

Water Pump at Horningsea.

I tootled off on my bicycle this morning to Horningsea, a local Anglo Saxon village, on a Geocaching Adventure, at the same time armed with my Postcard SketchPad.

Horningsea  is a pretty little village, what really caught my eye was the Olde Village Water Pump.

The box to the left of the tree in the background I am told looks like a Cable Junction Box. It was in fact a Telephone Box. Oops!
The full box was orriginally in the sketch, but the low overhanging branches blocked it out.

Countryside Mountains

I live in suburbia, but would love someday to live out in the countryside with walks such as this on my doorstep.

 

I do so hate the feel of pavements under my feet, far prefering a bouncy meadowy tread, or leaping rock to rock up a mountainside. Hmmmmmm - time to stop dreaming, and back to planet earth.

Maundy Thuursday

In the Garden of Gethsemanie, Jesus knows he's was facing a stormy few days, sure though of his destiny.

LightHice

The plural of Mouse is Mice;

I therefore submit the plural of LightHouse is LightHice...

We drove up to Blackpool to share in wedding celebrations, the theme throughout the entire day was the Lighthouse, at which Carl had proposed to Emma. Maybe he had already mapped out the thematic idea in chosing a romantic location, in which case I will not be surprised in 20 years time to hear they are living in their very own Lighthouse.

Subsequent to my drawing the LightHice above I have been told they are either red & white OR blue & white - but never Red & Blue. Seems my own LH are somewhat unique.

Bat Safari Punting

Last Friday was the world premier Bat Safari by punt which was GREAT fun. We set off in daylight travelling in a 4 punt convoy slowly navigating from the punt yard south towards Granchester.

At Skaters Fen the Bat Detection Units picked up their first signs, we spotted them swooping against the semi lit sky. For at least half an hour through dusk we spotted many more bats both high up against the sky and low down over the water.

Having turned back at the start of Granchester Meadows and with dark having enfolded us we broke out high power torches, we caught glimpses of several bats skimming low over the water on our return journey.

Though we had been supplied with Bat Identification Charts, we of course neither got close enough nor did the bats fly slowly enough to distinguish one species from another. However, it was a 75 minute tour I will remember with great delight for quite some time.

This shot does our chauffer far more justice than my sketch.

Moored up near Granchester

I decided to combine my love of the river, bit of keep fit, catch up with some letter writing and do some painting all in one trip today.

I didn't take my phone nor a watch, and was surprised to discover I had spent almost 5 hours afloat, or sat on the bank sketching out my art work.

The original was in fact twice the size of previous postcards, this one A5. I think it will have to be posted in an envelope rather than as a postcard as all my others have been.

Now, in Lloyd Grossman style voice; "Now to whom shall I send a postcard like this?"
So if you are checking out this blog because you know me, maybe you should be watching your letterbox too.