I think that you're a snowshopaholic. The more, the better. But it does add to the beauty of Seanhenge, specially when the snow sparkles from the sun, as in the two newest photos. Now to work...before the next fall! :)
Agreed Jams. Still, I do enjoy this very season, as it is the first time for 25 years that a winter is a winter.
Andrew, well, once walking/climbing the 'White Path', in about one kilometre distance from Seanhenge you might change your mind. What the photos don't tell: We are living on the edge of the Seven Mountains [well, mountains is kind of an exaggeration], where Snow White and the seven dwarfs had a splendid time.
Oh well, and watching the second photo you get a glimpse of ... our golf course. :)
I knew you would like this news, Andrew. What about Calum and you having their 'finale furioso' in a stone's throw away of Seanhenge? I'd even pitch myself as 'fugleman'. :)
Fudleman? A new one for me: Oh, I am told: "Fugleman (from the German Flügelmann, the man on the Flügel or wing; wingman), properly a military term for a soldier who is selected to act as guide, and posted generally on the flanks with the duty of directing the march in the required line, or of giving the time, etc., to the remainder of the unit, which conforms to his movements, in. any military exercise. The word is then applied to a ringleader or one who takes the lead in any movement or concerted movement. Fugalman is an alternative, archaic and potentially regional spelling variant used in Australia in the early 1800s"
OK, You can fugle us merrily when we arrive. Make sure the doctors are ready to relocate a shoulder.
Claudia, you want me to get muscles like Popeye, hm? :)
Anyway, who knows? Coming to think of it, in order to be the best of all hosts I might spoil my dear guests by inviting them for a a walk that is not spoilt by trying to put far too small a ball with far too big as stick into far too tiny a hole. :)
Popeye? Now you're talking...My kind of man! Get that snow out, Sean. Let us see some grass. And put a photo of your new muscles in a week. I'll start a Sean's groupies club in Toronto. :)
Ha, now! You will get this very hanky photo, CherryPie! And I shall do my very best you will not have to wait - thanks, Andrew. :) - another 100,000 years. :)
I am desperately trying to delay the ice age by turning the heating up, despite Calum Carr's disapproval (see my blog); but I need some help folks. I can't save the planet on my own. Although... there again... global warming... Don't listen to me, because although I may try to hide it, I know nothing.
Hard to believe in Global Warming when we look at Seanhenge. Not to worry, Andrew. Enjoy your coffee, hot baths and showers. Trust me. The planet will be killed by others than you. Earth is confused by the pseudo-scientists and all their tricks. And it's turning around in circles not knowing what to do next to please humans.
Sean - Breathlessly waiting in Toronto for your Popeye muscles photo. The question should be: where is my shovel? Not where is the spinach? See you soon, we hope.:))))))
Well here's your chance, CherryPie: Your drop over to Seanstronomy, and if you manage to tell which planet it is, you will get your hanky photo before I shall show Claudia my biceps. Bonne chance :)
But not hard to believe when you talk to your Inuits Claudia. One prediction of global warming models that I recall from about years ago, was "more snow in the UK and central Europe". The big picture is the real picture. But I'll be trying to stay cosy whatever happens.
Ha ha ha. Lazy Lady! :) You are pretty close to the truth, though, CherryPie, as you will see somewhen today; that is if I do have the pleasure to once again escape Morpheus' arms. :) Until (hopefully) then.
Thanks to you all for a lovely 'late night show'. The peace of the night.
Ah it looks far more attractive. SStill a field of green and leaves on the trees will look even better!
ReplyDeleteStunning, and very flat. I thought you might have more hills nearby. You sure you don't live on the Russian Steppe?
ReplyDeleteI think that you're a snowshopaholic. The more, the better. But it does add to the beauty of Seanhenge, specially when the snow sparkles from the sun, as in the two newest photos. Now to work...before the next fall! :)
ReplyDeleteAgreed Jams. Still, I do enjoy this very season, as it is the first time for 25 years that a winter is a winter.
ReplyDeleteAndrew,
well, once walking/climbing the 'White Path', in about one kilometre distance from Seanhenge you might change your mind.
What the photos don't tell: We are living on the edge of the Seven Mountains [well, mountains is kind of an exaggeration], where Snow White and the seven dwarfs had a splendid time.
Oh well, and watching the second photo you get a glimpse of ... our golf course. :)
Golf course? Wow. Now you've got my attention :)
ReplyDeleteI knew you would like this news, Andrew.
ReplyDeleteWhat about Calum and you having their 'finale furioso' in a stone's throw away of Seanhenge?
I'd even pitch myself as 'fugleman'. :)
It was unkind of me to send you to work...I didn't mean tonight, Sean!:)
ReplyDeleteHa, missed to answer yours, Claudia.
ReplyDeleteDon't worry, the only shovelling this evening was due to masses of snow sliding off the roofs. :)
WOW! You're having the Montreal winters of my childhood. It was so much fun for us, children. Bonne chance, tomorrow with the shovel. :)
ReplyDeleteFudleman? A new one for me: Oh, I am told: "Fugleman (from the German Flügelmann, the man on the Flügel or wing; wingman), properly a military term for a soldier who is selected to act as guide, and posted generally on the flanks with the duty of directing the march in the required line, or of giving the time, etc., to the remainder of the unit, which conforms to his movements, in. any military exercise. The word is then applied to a ringleader or one who takes the lead in any movement or concerted movement. Fugalman is an alternative, archaic and potentially regional spelling variant used in Australia in the early 1800s"
ReplyDeleteOK, You can fugle us merrily when we arrive. Make sure the doctors are ready to relocate a shoulder.
And we (your friends) want some video of the action. Can hardly wait for this golf game.:)
ReplyDeleteGosh, Andrew,
ReplyDeletemy fault! I was looking up 'Sekundant', the one who is assisting a duellist.
Anyway, looking forward to merrily fugling Calum and you.
That looks like such a beautiful walk :-)
ReplyDeleteIt is, CherryPie; at any time of the year.
ReplyDeleteI look forward to pictures from the other seasons :-)
ReplyDeleteI'll make a knot into my hanky, CherryPie. :)
ReplyDeleteIf there are other seasons CherryPie. The snow may never melt. The new ice-age is overdue, after all :)
ReplyDeleteHa ha, Andrew,
ReplyDeleteexactly this is why I think I shall need a reminder.
How long did the previous ice-age last? :)
If the snow doesn't melt, I'm sure that Sean will shovel it all for Andrew and Calum's golf challenge.
ReplyDeleteThe last ice age lasted about 100,000 years Sean. I hope your hanky is not biodegradable, because the knot may have to be there for a while :)
ReplyDeleteI'll make a knot into my hanky
ReplyDeleteI think that might spoil the view of the scenery ;-)
Claudia,
ReplyDeleteyou want me to get muscles like Popeye, hm? :)
Anyway, who knows? Coming to think of it, in order to be the best of all hosts I might spoil my dear guests by inviting them for a a walk that is not spoilt by trying to put far too small a ball with far too big as stick into far too tiny a hole. :)
Ah! yes Andrew the next ice age is due any time now isn't it?
ReplyDeletePopeye? Now you're talking...My kind of man! Get that snow out, Sean. Let us see some grass. And put a photo of your new muscles in a week. I'll start a Sean's groupies club in Toronto. :)
ReplyDeleteHa, now! You will get this very hanky photo, CherryPie! And I shall do my very best you will not have to wait - thanks, Andrew. :) - another 100,000 years. :)
ReplyDeleteBlimey, all these native speakers are by far too fast for this humble dilettant keeping their pace. :)
ReplyDeleteAlright, Claudia, after 'Shovelling's End' exclusively for you my biceps will be posted.
Oh my, where's the spinach? :)
I am desperately trying to delay the ice age by turning the heating up, despite Calum Carr's disapproval (see my blog); but I need some help folks. I can't save the planet on my own. Although... there again... global warming... Don't listen to me, because although I may try to hide it, I know nothing.
ReplyDeleteHard to believe in Global Warming when we look at Seanhenge. Not to worry, Andrew. Enjoy your coffee, hot baths and showers. Trust me. The planet will be killed by others than you. Earth is confused by the pseudo-scientists and all their tricks. And it's turning around in circles not knowing what to do next to please humans.
ReplyDeleteNow I wonder if you will get the hanky photo posted before the sunrise shot that Andrew has challenged me too!!!
ReplyDeleteJust in case you didn't know, I don't do mornings so I think you have the easy option there ;-)
Sean - Breathlessly waiting in Toronto for your Popeye muscles photo. The question should be: where is my shovel? Not where is the spinach? See you soon, we hope.:))))))
ReplyDeleteWell here's your chance, CherryPie:
ReplyDeleteYour drop over to Seanstronomy, and if you manage to tell which planet it is, you will get your hanky photo before I shall show Claudia my biceps.
Bonne chance :)
But not hard to believe when you talk to your Inuits Claudia. One prediction of global warming models that I recall from about years ago, was "more snow in the UK and central Europe". The big picture is the real picture. But I'll be trying to stay cosy whatever happens.
ReplyDeleteWell it does look rather like a golf ball...
ReplyDeleteI am not putting to much thought into the guessing because I want to see the expression on Claudia's face when she sees your biceps ;-)
CherryPie - You're priceless! I said it before: I like you with all my heart! ;-)
ReplyDeleteClaudia - The feeling is mutual :-) xx
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha. Lazy Lady! :)
ReplyDeleteYou are pretty close to the truth, though, CherryPie, as you will see somewhen today; that is if I do have the pleasure to once again escape Morpheus' arms. :)
Until (hopefully) then.
Thanks to you all for a lovely 'late night show'.
The peace of the night.