Today’s guest picture show a fine reconstructed Saxon helmet from Sutton Hoo, complete with designer sunglasses, spotted by my brother on a visit to the British Museum.
Thanks to the late night at the Gilnockie Burns supper which didn’t finish until after midnight, I wasted the best weather of the day by lying in bed and thinking, “That looks quite nice out there.”
By the time I actually had got up and been to the producers’ market, the clouds had crept up again. I did get organised to go out for a wet and windy walk after lunch but by the time I had got organised, it had become too wet and windy and I got disorganised again and wasted the rest of the day watching international rugby on the telly.
It was too dark to take decent pictures so I took a couple just for the sake of it.
And that was my day. I might mention that I didn’t enjoy the Burns supper as much as I had hoped, apart from the meal which was excellent. The chief male speakers were very confident and expert speakers but their stock in trade was a steady stream of either coarse or misogynist jokes which sat uneasily among exhortations to celebrate Burns’ humanity. The jokes were funny enough in their way but I feel that I have heard an awful lot of these over the years and perhaps it is time to move on. The bright spot was that one of the organisers gave me an excellent poem which she had written about last year’s event which took place in in very snowy conditions.
An elliptical chaffinch to end with.