Every pleasure risks penalty and our amazing walk in the Mournes is no exception to this rule. Poor Huttonian is so stiff this morning that all thoughts of golf are banished and the wife was dispatched to get the Grudian from 'Near Buy' all of 80 metres away. It was out of Huttonian's range. Moral: climb small hills before you tackle even Ronnie Corbetts. Anyhow we got great photos and a yen to try it again in a couple of days when the tablets have taken effect. Fortunately the neo-Fishes are in the ascendancy and rain is likely to fall all day so the temptation to play golf is not an over powering one.
"Cartoons of Steaming Dog Turds" is the magic phrase or string of words which some Yankee seeker of the truth put into Google to find Musings. Why I have no idea. The rant has mentioned dog doings from time to time -a necessary part of any (now discontinued) discussion of Community Council meetings why the topic reared (no pun intended) its head regularly. Several thousand websites are revealed via the words above in Google and obviously it is the cartoon aspect which is so prolific. Or perhaps the seeker meant 'Cartons' although in the case of the Merse and Spittal Promenade 'little plastic bags of STD' is more apt. Especially those deposited in a public placed at the beginning of a walk to be picked up on return and often 'forgotten'
HUTTON HAIKU # 65B
I don't want to pour
cold water on steaming dog
turds.
But it
helps.
