Farty's Fortunes

Tuesday, 26 May 2009

In The Country

So. Back from 1960 Chillingham. Finally able to breathe again after spending three years two whole days cut off from civilisation. Ah, well, it was quiet. Click to enlarge...


We stayed in this tiny six-bedroom hovel, courtesy of the Shepherdess.

One of the several horses dotted about the place.

Can you spot all three horses in this scene?

Yup. Dead centre.

Flowers of some sort. Possibly daises.

Stoopid camera tried to brighten up this shady scene.

Geordie wheelchair. I'm here all night, folks!

Shepherdess: It would be really nice if you could get a photo of the dogs sitting together.
Dogs: What's that? You want us to run off in opposite directions?
Me: Maybe if I throw a ball for them to fetch?
Dogs: We're very good at splitting up to chase things. We're sheepdogs.
Much, much later...

Red sky at night - Windsor's alight.

I'm ready for my close-up now.


debra said...

Looks like a beautiful place. It would take something that beautiful to help me get past the fact that there is no/limited Internet connection. {shudder}

Mr Farty said...

Debra - No. Signal. At. All. And no cable/dial-up either. It was hell, I tells ya!

Lesley said...

Oh my god. In all seriousness, I could use a major life timeout in that VERY spot you were. What a beautiful, awe-inspiring place. I'd give anything to decompress somewhere like that. I never get out or go ANYWHERE. Perhaps you could adopt me? You wouldn't even know I was around. I'm really quiet. Okay, the quiet thing is a lie but maybe you could adopt me anyway?

Laurie said...

Those horses were looking at you very suspiciously.

REAL border collies! Unlike the fake ones you get around here. From your photos, there appears to be a lack of those things they like to shepherd. You know, sheep.

We must have blasted right past Chillingham on our way to Embra a year and a half ago. Stupid tourists, not stopping to smell the...er...whatever those are. Ah, well. They probably wouldn't have been flowering in late October, anyway.

It looks as though you had a good time in spite of the obvious drawbacks!

Laurie said...

Another comment. Sorry. When I was born, my parents had a Border Collie named Gammon (their cat was named Streaky), who looked just like the one on the left. He emigrated to the States with us in 1967. None of the dogs my parents have had since have been able to live up to Gammon.

Mr Farty said...

Lesley - Somehow, I don't think Mrs F would approve. Call it a hunch.

Laurie - More sheep than you can shake a stick at. But when you've seen one sheep, you've seen them all.

#Debi said...

I thought maybe the sheep had heard you were about... :)

Geordie wheelchair made me done an LOL...

Mr Farty said...

#Debi - Fanx, I just thought of it while writing up the post.

Grit said...

i'm sure i recognise that field.

The Wrath of Dawn said...

Well, how about adopting me, then? I'm very quiet (sometimes) and very tidy (sometime) and I... um... don't heard sheep.

And if that isn't a recommendation, I don't know what is.

I've Been Mugged said...

Just so you know.

The flower in the picture is - The Purple One.

I think it is called something else too.

Sir Bruin said...

Like the piccies - the sunset is particularly stunning.

Sewmouse said...

That hovel makes my hovel look like a shed.


Welsh Girl said...

Curse the sunshine, the teeny tiny hovel, the French steaks on legs, the daisies (so that's what they are called...). How are you supposed to relax somewhere like that?

Mr Farty said...

Grit - That field is now my wallpaper. The first one with the horse.

Dawn - I'll add your cv to the pile.

IBM - Whatever it was, there were a hell of a lot of them.

Sir B - I ♥ sunsets.

Sew - Technically it's not a hovel but a bothy: basic accommodation usually for gardeners or other workers on an estate. And if it doesn't have t'internet, then six bedrooms or no, it's pretty basic.

Taffeta - It's a tough job, but somebody's got to do it.

Leni Qinan said...

The place is awesome and very bucolic, but... how could you possibly survive without an internet conection?? LOL

Mr Farty said...

Leni - I am a dab hand with tin cans and string, I'd be fine.