Sunday 30 April 2017


Earlier this evening, I was camped on Facebook, trying to put some thoughts into words as regards the whole EU/Brexit stramash. Some ex-work colleagues from south were entering into the spirit of things and gentle banter was being gently bantered. Then, up popped our local UKIP candidate with his unique take on things (I know, my privacy settings are all over the place, which I guess is what happens if you believe in open government). But then, something amazing happened...

Another notification popped up, from a friend several islands away:

I think I got to my bins before the last photon of light from the message reached my eyes.

Yep, there they were! Hip hoo-flippin'-ray!

And so from the front door, I give you, in all there uncropped, gritty glory...

And breathe.


Jeannette said...

Visitations...not living by the ocean as I did for a number of years, mine have been butterflies and hummingbirds of late...but even a small creature can re-invigorate the common camps of men.

Imperfect and Tense said...

Monitoring the seasons by the watching wildlife is time well spent, I think.

Spadger said...

Err! slugs? :o)
Well to be fair in the second picture I can see what must be '....and breathe' :o)
Well done Mr W and one of the most appropriately timed messages to ever have received as the result no doubt reduced the pending increase in blood pressure with a broad-side tirade!
I hope your informant has been suitably rewarded for their interventions?

Imperfect and Tense said...

Dave W, for it was he, also had the good fortune to be watching the whales from the comfort of his lounge.