[Note: apologies for on-going lack of cats. I am on holiday and there are no cats here!]
Yesterday I returned to Grisedale Tarn, the site, last June, of my least elegant exit from water ever. Anyone who has ventured into the chilly waters of a mountain tarn will appreciate the difficulty of getting oneself across several metres of slimy sharp rocks with cold feet, through water just a few inches deep. I imagine it was an entertaining sight but I chose to believe the whoops from the other side of the tarn were nothing to do with my predicament. Fortunately the other side is a fair way off.
So the drawing is my memory of last year. This year I took shoes I could swim in, though it was much colder: this time what I hadn’t anticipated was that the effect on my feet of going from hot walking boots straight into water about 6 or 7 degrees would make them very unhappy. Again. Just can’t please some feet…..
Cat-of-the-Day: Je suis Charlie.
On the whole, Arthur and Percy have no views on current events, but we wanted to add a voice in remembrance and solidarity. It’s a very sharp pencil…
This is our kitchen. Or, to be more correct, this WAS our kitchen until Monday morning; this week it has been visited by the Four Cats of the Apocalypse. Apparently all is running to plan, but excuse me if I do not invite you round for tea just now.
Do not worry about Arthur and Percy, they are guarding the sofa against apocalyptic occurrence. They have, however, admitted that this one really is not their show, and allowed the Four Cats to get on with what they do best.
The Four Cats of the Apocalypse are in our kitchen
Medusa… discovers she has split ends!
Thank you Rosie Scribblah for posting a picture of a two-headed snake called Medusa on Facebook this morning… Had to be drawn! Plus, no cats in evidence this evening.