I’ve got a serious problem
Why do people not believe me when I tell them that I have a serious Woodlouse problem?
Notes on a very small island
Why do people not believe me when I tell them that I have a serious Woodlouse problem?
Note to self – if Westray folk say “I don’t mind” they’re not saying “I don’t care,” they’re saying “I don’t remember.” It’s the verb ‘to mind’ as in ‘to bring to mind’ or ‘to remember’. As in: “I can’t mind it at the moment”; and “Do you mind when it was?” It’s confuserous.
It’s early in the morning and I can hear the sudden twittering and chattering of birds. It’s so loud it must be …
And who could disagree? No me.
There was only one woodlouse on my face flannel this morning. My worry is that they’re all still alive inside the Hoover … → 18 August, 2013
It’s always upsetting when you break something. When you like cameras and you break a lens it also very upsetting to your …
This one has seen better days.
Note to self: when arriving and cleaning the kitchen for first use, always empty the toaster crumb-tray of woodlice before warming pitta to avoid that toasted woodlouse smell.
Meg. My new friend.
Woodlice are nutritious but not mint flavoured, so always shake them off your toothbrush before brushing.
My Coypuffin :) I really wish I could remember where I bought this and who made it. Did I get it at …
Not a single slug in the kitchen this time = result! Slugs → 16 August, 2013
Orkney sunshine in the playground.
There’s a beautiful collection of desiccated woodlice in the upturned light shade. It shows real dedication that they crawled all the way across the floor, up the wall and along the ceiling before dying in my light shade.
The 14 mile return cycle to The Wheeling Steen Gallery is either getting easier or I’m getting more blasé about it. So …
I’ve been suspicious of dogs ever since a Great Dane licked my face and crushed my testicles by standing on me as …
Craneflies have such an unpredictable wobbly flight. Their flight would be a lot worse if they didn’t have such big halteres to …
The last red poppy on wasteland at Rack Wick.
Thank you Lily for the Minion :)
Lubricate this breaker well Tightened bolts prevent all rapping And be sure all parts are clean That’s the way to keep it …
The hooded postbox. The rain in Westray is generally horizontal rather than vertical, apart from at the end; just before it hits …
A postbox at the north end of the Island. Remote, I’d call it.
Lady is beautiful and eats delicately from my hand. Her nose is warm. Krummie wants to bite me and farts extravagantly for …
Meeting Meg for the first time <3 xxx
Decaf coffee. Drop scones. One butter. No jam. £3.04. The best cakes on the Island :) The Wheeling Steen Gallery – and …
Very little has been touched in my house since the 1970s. The bathroom still has the original, now faded, bright orange, hand-made, …
Friend. Land Rover. Sunshine. Beach. Walk.
Today I go in search of Dark Island Reserve. A beer that even red wine drinkers find palatable – or so I …
The Puffins are here! I thought that I would have just missed them, but tonight, there they were, like flying boats at …
My first evening here and I’m desperate to get out and about on my bike. Starlings flutter and shuffle their elaborate pecking …