Beekay

They look like Sloes, could be damsons maybe.

Crikey SG., You like living in the fast lane dontcha. !

Shouldn't use fresh horse manure on the garden, too much nitrogen in it. My dad use to collect it in sack and suspend in a tub of rainwater. A bit like an infusion. Probably leave for a couple of weeks before use. Which explains why you see signs outside stables, saying " Well Rotted Manure".

I'm afraid there's very little we can do about that Jill. We just have to make do and do the best we can to improve our lot ! Also try and make a better world for those who follow us, although we're not a very good job at that. Take care.

Is there anything you do like? Little sis. No meat, no dogs, no humans etc etc. Do you hug trees?

The only riding I ever did was at a riding school that used be on Wollaton road, virtually opposite Glaisdale drive. Only went about three times though. That was when I was about 17, the only other riding before that was on pit ponies, when I were down Bestwood pit, as a ,' ganger,'.

Talking of racecourses, for a short while I used to drive a St. John's ambulance on a voluntary basis. On the odd occasions, I used to be in attendance with ambulance on the course at Colwick racecourse. My job was, when the race started, I would have follow the runners on a parallel course round the track, between two designated points. I would sit with engine running until the horses were nearly level and then off I went to the end of my section, then another vehicle took over and I went back to my start. The idea being, if a jockey took a tumble,I would be there to pick him up and take hi

I read somewhere that boxing hares were normally females fighting over a fella. Never had anybody fighting over me though.

Hi Oz, Beeokay is a bloody good name for a hoss ! If I were there I'd put a bet on him for sure. You can't beat a 6d each way, now and again. Sorry to hear about the curfews etc down there, it sounds awful. When I said 'Martial Law' it was tongue in cheek but now I'm not so sure. Take care mate. Gudday!

Katyjay, if you're reading this, I had a look on Youtube regarding rock art. Didn't realise it was such a big business, especially on your side of the pond. You can even get special tools and brushes for this type of work. Known as ,'Mandala dotting'. Thanks for the tip. Watch this space,or maybe Beekays paintings. Enough said for now, didn't want to interrupt.

There was a sewing machine on Antiques roadshow last night. It was in the shape of a lion and looked just like a cast iron statue. When the front paws and legs were in place, covering the needle and arm, you would never know it was a sewing machine. Think it was valued at a couple of thousand quid.

Shouldn't imagine you'd get much change Mary, if you bought a decent racehorse. Maybe you could get a Raleigh chopper instead to ride through your newly purchased wood. Possibly get a tent to camp in Newstead Abbey grounds.

But what would you do wi'it if you did win a million quid? You'd only spend it.

Priceless Den, Priceless.

Cheers Mary1947, but I still don't understand " see your Sunday at 6.02"?

Margie, I would love to go blackberrying but alas I'm still on self isolating lockdown. Wifey and I have now been at home for about 140 odd days. ( We both are under the ' vulnerable, at risk umbrella).

If you've got a spare one Margie, send it this way. I absolutely love apple and blackberry pie, with a drop of custard.x

Not far short of Martial Law eh Oz?

Glad to hear the news MD. Give us a yell when she's back and we'll have a welcome home drink for you both. Good luck and take care. Barrie.

Wish my wife did that Phil.

Hiya Loppy, it wouldn't be so bad if he would have a saucer full, but the silly mutt wouldn't touch it unless he was spoonfed. He were fine with everything else. He lived to the ripe old age of 19, then alas the big C beat him and he had to be euthanized because he wouldn't have survived the surgery. Great dog though ! He could pull my son along when he was tied to his wheelchair!

We also had a Yorkshire terrier who had a penchant for yoghurt. Trouble was, he would only eat it from a spoon. I blame 'er indoors for that.

When we were first married and lived on Burford Road, Forest Fields, we had a cat who regularly had fresh cod steaks or tinned salmon. I could come home and find the cat with salmon and me with potted meat sandwiches!

Forgive my ignorance, but I don't understand, 'see my Sunday at 6.02. ???

One of those sort of occasions when you could give a million pounds for camera, eh Margie.