Murphy and I were stranded the other night. The buggy gave a shudder and died at the bottom of a h
ill. We must have been a mile from home and it was about to get dark... Problem!
We sat there in the gathering gloom, both watching and reviewing our options. Incidentally there are not so many bats about at this time of year. Walking is not an option so to sit and wait was my only solution. I really must remember my mobile phone!
Eventually my good Samaritan arrived. It was a fisherman we had been talking to earlier. From his boot, he pulled out a tow rope thick enough to pull an ocean liner and attached it to the back of his truck. The buggy, Murphy and myself made a sedate ride home. I thanked the man and offered him a brew, but he wanted to get home. Whoever you are, sir, may the sun shine on you always.
The buggy then had to go for some TLC and it emerged fit and capable after a transplant - a new motor cured the problem.
The following day, Murphy was confined to barracks. It was the christening of our new granddaughter. The ceremony was held in Bolsover Church. It is quite an impressive building, re-built in the 1960's after a fire, I can half remember that. The christening was a double do as another child was being processed at the same time. The various in-laws, out-laws and relatives of the children filled the church. That's not a normal situation these days.
Afterwards we had a 'bun fight', or as is known in polite circles, a buffet. Relatives from far and wide came to witness this ceremony and as the sun was shining, we had our buffet al fresco! - a very pleasant afternoon.
The last few days in September have been fabulous. Misty mornings that then slowly reveal the fabulous blue skies and glorious sunshine. Let's be realistic, we are owed a few this year! During this glorious spell, Murphy and I have been spending the last couple of hours attending to the "evening rise". It's been very exciting sport!
The trout feed from the surface in the margins and holes in the weed. Accurate easting is essential, for every trout landed three are hooked, but what fun! Whilst fishing, Murphy sits on the buggy and surveys the world. Fish caught are inspected and ignored. His latest passion is chewing the reeds. I think that they must be sweet as he chews them into something resembling a shaving brush. It keeps him quiet while I fish though.
Talking about church, I noticed a sign outside one the other day, it said:
If you have troubles, come in and tell us about them.
If you have none come in and tell us how you do it.
See you,
Buggy Man 