Rats, Sydney the Swan and PBGVs spotted on the Havenstreet Railway: I was obviously beginning to display signs of a ‘Seabirding’ vocation even then.
in the archive ‘Musings,’ – at last!
On 8 April 2005 we learn:
Son collided with daughter just now, on his way into the bathroom. She was coming out of it. Neither saw the other coming;both having burst into a spontaneous rendering of ‘The Road to Amarillo!’
More original than ‘Happy Birthday To You,’ I guess – it being Mr M’s half century plus some birthday today.
7 April does not exist, in the archival sense of the word. Having nicked 2010’s entry for yesterday’s post, I’m now suffering from severe lack of bloggery: 08, 07, 06, 05 – there is nothing going on on that day; at least, anything worth wibbling about, anyway. And in April 2004, I was wandr’ing wild and free, happily unfettered by the chains of modern technology and social networking.
Ah well, back to the drawing board.
What was the Miffy household up to on 6 April 2010? Not blogging here, that’s for sure. So, in the first of an exciting new series/desperate attempt to put the muse back into my musings, I’ve decided to have a retrospective look through the ‘Musings Archives.’ April 6 not being forthcoming, let’s peek at the next day’s post.
On 7 April, Spring had sprung, we were busy getting terribly excited over thermal base layers, hydration systems, and other such cutting-edge items for our upcoming walking trip. They must have all come up to scratch as we survived to tell the tale, as our saga of blisters, mud and fluffy bunnies proves.
We were also pondering the perennial Greenbelt question: To camp or not to camp?
Much the same as now, actually.
Though this time round, I’ll spare readers the Chaucerian ramblings.