Broken glass

          This morning was forecast to be a real pea-souper of a fog so I took my camera along to work with me with the plan to wander and take a few eerie photos on the way home.

          Needless to say this didn’t happen, I had a text when I turned my phone on at lunch time saying there was glass in the garden and the rabbits were acting very frightened and aggressive.  Hubby had managed to persuade them into the safety of the hutch and run for bed but had not managed to check them out before they went in so I hurried home, not quite sure what to expect.

          A quick peep outside showed that the glass wasp-trap which was usually sitting on the table was in pieces on the floor (lots of pieces) so at least the puzzle of where the glass had come from was solved.  There’s a path which runs along the other side of the back fence and we were worried that someone had thrown a glass bottle over, accompanied with a bigger worry that they might have enjoyed doing it enough to do it again.  So the fact that one of the furries had just knocked the wasp-trap off was quite a relief.

          I had to wait for daylight to arrive properly before I could start sweeping up so Alice and Pepper stayed safely inside the hutch for a while longer.  After the clean-up I lifted the lid of the hutch and plucked Alice out quite easily to inspect her feet and undercarriage.  No problem there, another relief.  Pepper didn’t prove quite so easy to pluck out of the hutch, but eventually he gave in and let me catch him.  Another relief, no cut feet and a beautifully clean undercarriage.

          All’s well that ends well, when I checked again just now, Alice is sitting under the table, a favourite resting place of both bunnies, and Pepper has retreated back into the hutch, still feeling safer sleeping in the daytime inside.

          Since I didn’t manage to find some pea-soup pictures to share this morning, I’ll take you back to our weekend in Medway when I first realized the fog could be just a much fun as the sunshine.



           More from before : Goings on in “my garden” and pictures from a weekend in “Medway” in January 2012.

Murky masts

          There’s a thick fog this morning, it was a strange walk home from work because I still couldn’t see much further than the end of my nose even once the daylight had filtered through.

          I know of a  children’s playground not far from here where there’s a brilliant photo opportunity in the fog, I passed it once in a thick fog without my camera, then made a special visit to it the next time the fog was thick, but hadn’t changed the camera battery so kicked myself all the way home (with no photos), and this morning I had to rush home with bread and milk for Hubby’s breakfast before he went to work, (I used the last of both before I left last night), so didn’t get a chance to call in on the playground again today.  When I do manage to catch the pictures, I’m hoping they’ll be worth the wait.

          In the meantime, here’s a shot of some murky masts from a soggy Sunday morning in Chatham Marina, when I first realised fog could be just a much fun as the sunshine we had been forecast by the weatherman who got it wrong again.

2012-01. Medway masts.

          More from before : a winter weekend in the “Medway” area in 2012.

Secret snaps

          This is Rochester Cathedral again, I climbed up into the window of Rochester Castle opposite to get a good view.

          I’d taken a couple of quick shots the afternoon before when the top of the cathedral was bathed in sunshine but I’d picked up too much contrast on the two halves so I went back the following day with a little less glare for another try.

          Hubby, however, wasn’t paying much attention to the cathedral, he was too busy laughing at me clambering into places I wouldn’t usually dream of going, to get a better shot with my camera.  I think this is the last of the “Me” photos around, taken by people enjoying watching me taking the pictures more than looking at the pictures afterwards.

          Here’s one I took later of the Cathedral framed in the Castle window … through the arch window.

          I probably looked funnier taking this one, I was too short to get the right angle from this far back so I just stood there with my arm stretched up as high as I could, pointing in the right direction, taking photo after photo and checking them until I got one I was happy with. 

          Oh the wonders of digital cameras.