Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud

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This afternoon Jackie drove me to the recycling centre where we dumped my old scanner; on to Otter Nurseries where we bought compost and ordered a new wooden arch for the garden to replace a rather flimsy metal one smashed by the recent winds; and then to Wessex Photographic in Ringwood where I collected a 35mm Β lens for my Canon 5D camera Mark II, for which I have never had one previously.

Such a dull day was not conducive to photography, but I really couldn’t be expected to receive a new lens and not try it out.

I focussed on some landscapes at North Gorley, Abbotswell, and Frogham.

At South Gorley I spotted a couple of pigs freed for pannage. As I left the car, another couple stopped with the same idea. The porkers dived into a ditch where one enjoyed a delicious wallow, reminding me of this Flanders and Swan Classic:

This evening we dined on a rack of pork spare ribs in spicy barbecue sauce with Jackie’s superb savoury rice. Mrs Knight drank Hoegaarden while Elizabeth and I finished the Fleurie

45 thoughts on “Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud

  1. Wow – most excellent use of your new lens! I especially liked the first – with that bit of blue – and the last of that series, with the fence.

    Re: Flanders and Swann – It took a bit of time (during which I was seriously questioning whether your English sense of humor was askew from my American sense of humor – which I had NEVER sensed before . . .) but I got to the point in the clip when it all made hilarious sense.

    I love how you refer to your bride as “Mrs. Knight.” I don’t believe it gets any more romantic than that. sweet

    Just a note: Perhaps the sensitive readers will object to your showing photos of dead-looking pigs and then hearing about your lovely spare – ribs dinner. . .

  2. Good morning excellent photos Derrick!!

    For you to laugh!!

    Two farmers are in the pub having a beer. Both are skint and in dire need of some money. All they have is one pig each, and if by luck one is male and the other female.

    So after having a few more beers they hit on a marvellous plan to make money. By mating the two pigs they will have lots of little piggies to sell.

    So the next morning at the crack of the dawn, the farmer with the female pig gets up, dumps the pig in a wheel barrow and walks around to his mates farm. He introduces her to the male pig and after much sniffing, serious bonking ensues

    “How will I know she’s pregnant”, enquires the first farmer.

    “Easily replies the other, when you get up, look at the pig and if she’s rolling in mud, she’s pregnant. If she ‘s eating grass she isn’t so you will have to come back.”

    Next morning comes and the farmer dashes to the window And the pig is happily eating grass in the field.

    “Damn”, he says going downstairs. He grabs the pig and puts her in the wheel barrow and trundles off to the other farm and more bonking ensues.

    This goes on all week with no success.

    So on the Sunday morning the farmer tells the wife to look out the window and tell him what the bloody pig is doing “Is she eating grass ?” he asks

    “No”, says the wife.

    “Is she rolling in the mud?”

    “No”, says the wife.

    “What the hell she doing then” he cries.

    “She’s sat in the wheel barrow waiting for you!”

  3. Lovely set of Photos Derrick.. There certainly has been plenty of rain over the last couple of days to generate some lovely Mud for these pigs… Looks like more grey skies over the next few days.. Take care Derrick.. ❀

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