Giglamps rambles

Full disclosure, this post has been sat in the schedule for ages and I can't think of owt to write for the occasion. Here are some more weird cat ornaments anyway. Also there's some unidentifiable formatting issue afoot here and just... I am too tired for this shite. I like the idyllic countryside scene on this one, but the wonky face is still amusing. I love spring onions, and I love cats... but here we have evidence as to why the two must never meet. For the palate cleanser this week, here are some tabby cats. They are immensely charming and I love them. 

Today's post is all about Alan: a cat, way of life, an experience. Here he is, the Mighty Leopard, King of the Jungle, the Peak of Cheeks, in all his glory. The embodiment of elegance. Here he is being Chaos Cat with the rug. Taking umbrage with a frosty morning. Master of Stealth... Trying to eat the shower screen in the bathroom (for science! ) Advancing on a fish in his space tunnel... Practicing his theatrical villain face... mlem! And to finish up, here he is sitting pretty. He is a very lovely kitty.

Catching up with some more photos, here's some plant life and pictures from a couple of different walks through the park, taking the same route during golden hour after work and in the morning, before work. Starting with some daring red valerian (this is the only plant featured here that I actually know what it is), making a statement over this street sign. A stealthy cat and some kind of makeshift tent, by the look of it. Onto some flowers growing outside the Heritage Centre. Looking towards the posh wine place (they also have beer there, I saw a poster for Asahi in the window - yes please! ) Heading into the park, having a look at the bandstand. This area is normally really pleasant, it just looks a bit duff in this picture. And now, fence-bike, at the park near the House of Spiders . Onto the morning pictures, where there was an excellent day-moon (not that visible with this phone camera but to the eye, it was a really good moon.) And the path heading towards the tennis courts, ...

Yes. This blog has been quite neglected lately, because I 've been busy with other things. In among all the chaos and soul-destroying shite (not getting into details because I'm trying to keep things reasonably light here), I eked out time to read 'A Bite-Sized History of France' by Stéphane Hénault and Jeni Mitchell. As the title suggests, it's a brisk and accessible book about French history, through the lens of food and drink, looking as how various culinary staples have influenced, and have been impacted by, social attitudes, religion, politics and war both on the frontline and in civilian life. It's an absolutely fascinating and very informative read; absolutely would recommend it. Anyway, onto the allotments. I went out for a wander the other afternoon, seeing as it was a nice day, and of course, I am like a moth to a flame with this part of town. It's very nostalgic, as these are my childhood stomping grounds, but it's also just a really pleasant ...