Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting - Elton John

That's as maybe, but it weren't much cop fer Moths!

Again perfect whether conditions, the Forecaster having said

"today will be Muggy followed by Tueggy, Weggy, Thurggy and Friggy"

(and other Spike Milligan quips)

but the fact of the matter was just a single addition to the Year List.

With nothing of interest on the home ground we reached the Heath just as that

fine, get you wet quick drizzle, started but deploying the umbrellas we remained dry as a chip!

As the name suggests this is the best place to find such an Insect as

 HEATH RUSTIC

in such surroundings.

Luckily, but only to those who have caught onto a nice bit of

Lepidopterology

we do have a bit of a backlog1

 PALE MOTTLED WILLOW

JULY BELLE

 along with

BULRUSH WAINSCOT

There also appeared to be the

Annual General Meeting 

of the

PINE HAWK-MOTH SOCIETY

along with a cluster of other oddities which we always fine of great interest

but often have to lean on the expertees of Messrs

Harris, Foot, Gifford and Sterling

learned gentlemen all!

Now harking back to the recent comments on the downturn of Wildlife

and the hopes of observing at least a trickle of 

Migrant Bird Activity

before the ink was even dry on that post we had a tickle or two.

First up was this female

 WHEATEAR

which by looking at her plumage

looks as though

 she hasn't been out of the

egg very long?

A brief interval to turn the

Reptile Covers

where all that was found was this single

SMOOTH SNAKE

and this

ANTS NEST

a department that hasn't produced at all well this year!

This was followed by yet another wave of

 SWALLOWs

 both adult and

 juvenile

 until this little beauty pitched in as well

 a very smart

 juvenile

SAND MARTIN

(but only the single)

there were video clips associated with these Hirundines 

but where they have gone remains a mystery.

Additionally there was

One for Sorrow, Two for Joy, Three for a Girl and Four for a Boy

MAGPIE

(seems we will have to wait for Silver, Gold and the untold Secret)

and finally the job is comleted

just 3 days and the Tugwell Team had all 5 

Solar Panel Compounds

cropped of Nettles and Grass which along with other debris can at times

account for a 20% loss in production!

Nice Clear Lanes

Having been in the Oil Industry for a number of years and familiar with the

knock on that goes with lost production!

You Don't Want to Go There!

and penultimately, once again Weymouth's 'Bomber' Harris has been stealing the show

with all sorts of goodies which includes 

Dorset's First

 CRYPTIC FERN

 a scarce

GYPSY MOTH

 and the wondeful migrant that is

CLOUDED YELLOW BUTTERFLY

We kicked off with Spike so only courtious, to one of Great Britains finest wits,

that we should also conclude with him and his rendition of

John Masefields - Sea Fever 

"I must go down to the sea again, to the loanly sea and the sky.

I left my socks and knickers there, I wonder if they're dry? 

Man of the World - Peter Green's Fleetwood Mac

  Peter Green Part III (finalé)
Shall I tell you about my life, they say I'm a Man of the World

and I've flown across every tide, and I've seen lots of pretty girls!

One thing the Band of Gypsies could never be accused of is not getting the maximum out of a gig this being the 3rd and final epidode of the Peter Green 'look-alike' yarn.
 It seemed as if the arrival of Peter had hit all ears at all hostelries even before stepping
off the plane so, here we are after Blarney Castle at about 14:00 entering

 

SIN-E Live Music Bar for the afternoon céilidh.   

I don't recall the band's name but they were already there and started playing 
soon after we had got yet another gratis round of Murphy's.

A Whole Lotta Led always starts things off on the right note,

but one glimpse of the Uilleann Pipes (complete with elbow-bellow) did it for me. The undoubted maestro of this haunting instrument is Cumbrian Troy Donockley, to hear him at his best take a listen to The Night Sky from the album below on You Tube but for heavens sake do not miss the  epontmous track from the album Passengers by the wonderfully talented band 

Mostly Autumn.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-og1diwISo

 It was to my delight to see them at the Mean Fiddler, Charring Cross Road, London 
just 2 weeks after the release of this fantastic album with 
Portsmouth band IQ on the same bill performing the sensational album Dark Matter in full.
Miss this at your peril particularly if you love Prog Rock!

Acoustic Guitar and Flute

were joined by the Bodhrán, an Irish frame drum,

and a Guinness or three, followed by an evening visit to

 and the
Peter Green Gig Begins

for a couple bottles of decent vino

and a very tasty dinner before making for

The Bodega Night Club the other side of the River Lee. Time for a chat with Jim and a chance to straighten the hat. There had already been some mention of the Peter Green lookalike in Sin E

but it was about to be cranked up a few notches by these 2 gentlemen who simply wouldn't have it that I was not 'the man'.

They in turn introduced me to Kate O'Shea, Events and Promotions Manager both here and at the Crane Lane Theatre, with her and I hitting it off immediately,

while Craig and Jim had a little jig.

The next photo shot was 'in the round' but now time to spread ourselves about and meet more people. Mostly female (no complains there) but by now the days 'hellraising' was starting to take its toll. What a great vibe, a really exciting place to be

and I wouldn't be at all surprised if we don't all come back again, preferably SOON!

Some of the original manuscripts, ledgers and wine that was found in the vaults when being converted into this nightclub.

We also met up with owner David, in the blue shirt, and shared a couple of bottles of wine along with 3 members of the 'in-house' band Renegade.

Well, looks to me every bit as though someone is ready to leave

so as the City Hall bell struck 3a.m.

 we poured ourselves into a taxi and headed for bed. What a Day, What a Gig and What a Town!

 Sláinte Mhaith - Marillion

A hand held over a candle in angst fuelled bravado, a carbon trail scores a moist stretched palm Trapped in the indecision of another fine menu And you sit there and ask me to tell you the story so far This is the story so far

From the dream on the barbed wire at Flanders and Bilston Glen From a Clydeside that rusts from the tears of it's broken men From the realisation that all we've been left behind Is to stand like our fathers before us in the firing line Waiting on the whistle to blow

Would the last one to leave please blow out the lights!

just before describing my last couple of hours in Ireland. With Ian gone at noon on Sunday and the others already departed I was left struggling with the 'photoless Blog' and a taxi booked for 13:00. Ideally, it would have been fantastic to have visited another of my all time GUITAR HEROES, but time was pressing and the car was awaiting. Telling the driver of my missed opportunity he announced "we'll soon put that to rights" while executing a U-turn.

Arriving at the cemetery just 15 minutes later and with the help of a local who was 
conveniently placed

  to direct me to paying my respects to the man who Jimi Hendrix himself, in answer to the question "how does it feel to be the Best Guitarist in the World"

(posed by a New Musical Express reporter) replied, "best go and ask

RORY GALLAGHER"! 
My trip had certainly been EDGED IN BLUE take a listen to a genius at
WORK!