To describe things as 'quiet' in both the cemetery and at Radipole would be an understatement, with the only thing of interest was the start of the aggressive courtship ritual of the local Mute Swans. Regardless of that, it was much more mild than of late, the sun was trying to peek through a grey sky and by the time I reached Ferrybridge it was shaping up to be a fine day.
Woe Be-Tide
We have some of the highest tides of the year over the next few days, and I don't know what 'rate' these 'spring tides' reach, but I wouldn't want to be swimming against it!
and during my Cecil B DeMille period, my dear mate Tracey Baker happened along continuing her training for the Iron Man Challenge later in the year. Best of luck Ady & Tracey!
Yesterday's selection of mammal photographs seemed to have 'hit the spot' with a few who sent e-Mails, so might as well push my luck again with a few more from my various travels.


Goodbye, little Robin-Marie
Don't try following me
Don't cry, little Robin-Marie
'Cause you know I'm coming home soon
My ships' leaving on a three-year tour
The next tide will take us from shore
Windlaced, gather in sail and spray
On a search for the mighty sperm whale
Fly your willow branches
Wrap your body round my soul
Lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets
There are years behind us reaching
To the place where hearts are beating
And I know you're the last true love I'll ever meet
Starbuck's sharpening his harpoon
The black man's playing his tune
An old salt's sleeping his watch away
He'll be drunk again before noon
Three years sailing on bended knee
We found no whales in the sea
Don't cry, little Robin-Marie
'Cause we'll be in sight of land soon
Don't try following me
Don't cry, little Robin-Marie
'Cause you know I'm coming home soon
My ships' leaving on a three-year tour
The next tide will take us from shore
Windlaced, gather in sail and spray
On a search for the mighty sperm whale
Fly your willow branches
Wrap your body round my soul
Lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets
There are years behind us reaching
To the place where hearts are beating
And I know you're the last true love I'll ever meet
Starbuck's sharpening his harpoon
The black man's playing his tune
An old salt's sleeping his watch away
He'll be drunk again before noon
Three years sailing on bended knee
We found no whales in the sea
Don't cry, little Robin-Marie
'Cause we'll be in sight of land soon
Rock 'n' Roll trivia:-
Felix Pappalardi wrote many of the songs recorded by English legends Cream, but only until his wife shot him to death!
Piblokto is a condition suffered by Eskimos and those who spend much of their lives in darkness.
The 'instrumental break', especially the keyboard riff, on NS was used as the signature tune to the long running BBC TV Current Affairs programme Weekend World.
The 'instrumental break', especially the keyboard riff, on NS was used as the signature tune to the long running BBC TV Current Affairs programme Weekend World.