With little more than time to don
my 'party frock' it was probably as well that again there was little in
the traps. Heavy overnight showers and increasing southerly wind kept
most Insects at bay, with the exception of these which time doesn't
allow to identify. I'll take a stab at them without the aid of the Field
Guide!
COMMON MARBLED CARPET??
FROGHOPPER/SHIELDBUG Sp
First though was STRAW DOT but likely a Micro?
HOVERFLY Sp
another COMMON MARBLED CARPET??
This sickly looking COLLARED DOVE has been around the
garden for a few days now, and can be approached to within a
couple of yards.
Anyone for tennis?
The COMMON BUZZARD continues to be confiding and
enjoying what food it is finding 'on court'. It has been snagged briefly
in the netting which has now been taken down both for the season
and its safety.
Finally, the COLLARED DOVE flew into the Chicken Coup
and for its safety was placed in a box in the garage. Not far from
being moribund we'll make a further inspection before I leave.
This
e-Mail, which had to be keep 'under wraps', for reasons that will
become apparent, spurred me to head in that direction as well as
stirring much emotion. Earlier in the week Hugh and Janet had once again
kindly invited me to go to the South of France with them, but for
reasons that simply amounted to 'a feeling' I politely declined. Again
there were a number of outstanding item in Weymouth/Portland to attend
to, not least dinner with Lesley before she sets off for a one month
odyssey in South Africa. That's when this Mail arrived which fitted
perfectly with my now sorted plans.the Strange Fella needs no introduction!
Hiya Bagsy - Tina Dixon of the 3
Compasses emailing! Long time no see - last time we saw you was at
John and Sally's Wedding. Anyway,
reason for messaging, it just occurred to me this morning that if you
were in the vicinity you would want to know (if you haven't heard
already as word seems to be spreading like wildfire!) that The Three
Compasses at Charminster is having a bit of a bash for the anniversary
of 25 years of Live Music with bands that have played at the Compasses
this Sunday the 20th October. Rob's efforts to keep it low profile
have proved futile because now the Echo are running a story so all is
lost so to speak........well, you know how small The Compasses is
- 20 people and it is busy........50 and it is packed......!! Hence
Rob's concerns about the monster this may turn into.....!! Doey has
arranged for 14 bands to play from 12 noon to 12 midnight and there is
talk of Ben Waters doing a slot but having looked at his website I see
he is in the Scilly Isles this weekend so I am not sure how he is going
to be in 2 places at the same time so we will see.....!!
So
Bagsy if you are able to pop in sometime during the proceedings -
please don't bring a crowd (!!) - it will be great to see you! If of
course you can get anywhere near the place........??!! all the best
Tina (very worried of Charminster) Dixon !! XX
What was needed now, to compliment the day, was a headline that
epitomises Rock 'n' Roll with a theme to match.
THREE COMPASSES
the 'tools of the trade' of any Navigator
and no band could fit the bill better than the 'sensational'
IRON MAIDEN
From
left Janick Gers (lead guitar), Adrian Smith (lead Guitar), Bruce
Dickenson (vocals), Steve Harris (bass guitar and main song writer),
Dave Murray (lead guitar) and Michael Henry 'Nicko' McBain (drums)
It is suggested you visit this link before proceeding to set the mood!
Probably my second favourite Maiden track after Nomad both albums
Brave New World and Matter of Life or Death would be strongly recommended
(as performed Live in Rio de Janero)
I have sailed to many lands, now I make my final journey
On the bow I stand, west is where I go
Through the night I plough, still my heart, calculate and pray
As the compass swings, my will is strong, I will not be led astray
Mysteries of time clouds that hide the sun
But I know, but I know, but I know
I see the Ghosts of Navigators but they are lost
As they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost
As their skeletons accusing emerge from the sea
The sirens of the rocks, they beckon me
As can be seen I arrived safely through the driving rain,
then the SUN came out. Loads of familiar faces.
VICKY, TERRY, TINA and STEVE
More of the same but the passage of time has dulled the memory
as to all the names.
Take my heart and set it free, carried forward by the waves
Nowhere left to run, navigator's son,
Chasing rainbows all my days
Where I go I do not know, I only know the place I've been
Dreams they come and go, ever shall be so,
Nothing's real until you feel
Me in in the act again, just so good to be back on the
MUSIC SCENE
Already well over 50 here
and the evening is bound to attract more!
I steer between the crashing rocks, the sirens call my name
Lash my hands onto the helm, blood surging with the strain
I will not fail now as sunrise comes the darkness left behind
For eternity I follow on there is no other way
Mysteries of time clouds that hide the sun
But I know, I know
No rest for the wicked ROB still has to pull a pint or two.
VICKY going MONGOLIAN.
THE DINNERLADIES
I see the ghosts of navigators but they are lost
As they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost
As their skeletons accusing emerge from the sea
The sirens of the rocks, they beckon me
Don't think there's even 'mains power' out here let along Internet
so it's a quick drive to The Royal Oak, Dorchester to publish.
More to follow tomorrow if I can still see!
Ghost of the Navigator - Studio Version from the 'Brave New World' album.
On the bow I stand, west is where I go
Through the night I plough, still my heart, calculate and pray
As the compass swings, my will is strong, I will not be led astray
Mysteries of time clouds that hide the sun
But I know, but I know, but I know
I see the Ghosts of Navigators but they are lost
As they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost
As their skeletons accusing emerge from the sea
The sirens of the rocks, they beckon me
then the SUN came out. Loads of familiar faces.
VICKY, TERRY, TINA and STEVE
as to all the names.
Take my heart and set it free, carried forward by the waves
Nowhere left to run, navigator's son,
Chasing rainbows all my days
Where I go I do not know, I only know the place I've been
Dreams they come and go, ever shall be so,
Nothing's real until you feel
MUSIC SCENE
I steer between the crashing rocks, the sirens call my name
Lash my hands onto the helm, blood surging with the strain
I will not fail now as sunrise comes the darkness left behind
For eternity I follow on there is no other way
Mysteries of time clouds that hide the sun
But I know, I know
I see the ghosts of navigators but they are lost
As they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost
As their skeletons accusing emerge from the sea
The sirens of the rocks, they beckon me
so it's a quick drive to The Royal Oak, Dorchester to publish.
More to follow tomorrow if I can still see!
Ghost of the Navigator - Studio Version from the 'Brave New World' album.
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