tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post6119429878442333270..comments2024-03-27T11:18:59.924+00:00Comments on Sun Dried Sparrows: Fear and A Field In England, part oneChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-11538420141042545992016-04-11T12:40:45.464+01:002016-04-11T12:40:45.464+01:00I'm thinking of heading that way again later t...I'm thinking of heading that way again later today... will I venture further, do I dare?!<br /><br />It sounds lovely to have a wild wood behind your fence and a great route for a short cut, but I know what you mean about the 'good trot'...Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-44985320988948264602016-04-10T16:56:54.643+01:002016-04-10T16:56:54.643+01:00Turn around, C, turn around - before it's too ...Turn around, C, turn around - before it's too LATE . . .!<br /><br />Reading your piece brought back some memories about the house I grew up in, in the east end of Toronto. There was a wild wood right behind our backyard fence. I sometimes took a short cut home from school that way (usually at a good trot, I can tell you!) Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-53138892646752373612016-04-03T13:19:34.536+01:002016-04-03T13:19:34.536+01:00Yes, that's it, isn't it, we're so muc...Yes, that's it, isn't it, we're so much more aware, as adults, of those worst case scenarios that occasionally make headline-grabbing news, rare though they are. Shame. I'm sure your the benevolence of your presence is instinctively felt by those you pass on your lone wanders and certainly the cheery greeting is a reassurance. But don't take your shirt off (!) - I was once walking on a hot Summer day and in the distance I could see a topless man heading my way. I made a hasty diversion! I'm sure he was harmless and merely hot but it's funny how the absence of his shirt made me feel quite differently about him than if he'd had it on!Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-65808648985239109242016-04-02T14:16:36.909+01:002016-04-02T14:16:36.909+01:00We become less naive with age, which opens up the ...We become less naive with age, which opens up the imagination to foreseeing worst case scenarios. As a non-dog owner walking alone, I sometimes feel suspicious eyes checking me over as I make my solitary way. It's something I'm acutely concious of as well. I'm a big, lumbering bloke and when I meet someone I don't know, walking on a remote track and who might feel somewhat uncomfortable as I approach, I probably over-compensate with my loud, cheery 'hi - lovely evening!'. I'm not sure if this puts them at ease or alarms them even more than they already were.<br />The Swedehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13237251779370596904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-44651133517539036982016-04-01T12:16:53.226+01:002016-04-01T12:16:53.226+01:00Hi Rebecca, lovely to see you again, hope all is w...Hi Rebecca, lovely to see you again, hope all is well.<br />Indeed it is that very characterful English countryside thing, beautiful but sometimes brutal, steeped in history and legend, home to scarecrows and a TV soap or two! Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-88038114414474877972016-04-01T12:13:50.554+01:002016-04-01T12:13:50.554+01:00Oooh now that is weird. Would've scared the l...Oooh now that is weird. Would've scared the life out of me - I think you were wise to hurry away without looking back! Yes, look forward to discussing the film.Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-91199082402842556972016-04-01T12:11:33.390+01:002016-04-01T12:11:33.390+01:00I know what you mean. Even without a dog to walk ...I know what you mean. Even without a dog to walk with me I'm often on the receiving end of some inquisitive sniffing - I don't mind as long as it has four legs...Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-91897616226726713732016-04-01T04:26:43.382+01:002016-04-01T04:26:43.382+01:00Help, I'm having flashbacks of old Emmerdale F...Help, I'm having flashbacks of old Emmerdale Farms and Worzel Gummidges! Oh, and that Pink Floyd song about 'the lunatic is in the grass... is in my head' etc.Rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12914898097781351084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-11377387870701972602016-03-31T22:50:11.722+01:002016-03-31T22:50:11.722+01:00Plus when you do run into people ( with or without...Plus when you do run into people ( with or without dogs) they are such great ice breakers and dog owners always have to talk while the requisite sniffing goes on!Circe's Attichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12123904248094064043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-42701911174653407512016-03-31T20:00:42.817+01:002016-03-31T20:00:42.817+01:00I regularly walk my old Hound around some of the m...I regularly walk my old Hound around some of the more remote places round about here, nothing too far but remote enough that if something happened I would be really up the creek - unless my dog is going to rescue me but I'd not bank on it. So, I know exactly what you mean. When you let your thoughts run wild it can really cause a few palpitations. As for the axe man, I was walking through a forested area a few months ago and passed a very odd looking chap in great coat (it was hot) with an axe hanging from his belt. He walked past me and then stopped, seemingly stuck at a fork on the trail. he stood there for ages. I then hurried away without looking back again. Look forward to your thoughts on 'A Field In England' having watched it recently myself.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-39001696582612300042016-03-31T17:18:51.901+01:002016-03-31T17:18:51.901+01:00Sometimes I think we get more fearful with age! M...Sometimes I think we get more fearful with age! Maybe it's just that we're less naive? I agree about the dog thing - a lovely idea - I've often imagined that having one with me would definitely boost the confidence, and give an excuse to wander even further away from humankind...!Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-56348350335563660992016-03-31T17:13:16.456+01:002016-03-31T17:13:16.456+01:00Wow, what an experience. How did he feel about it...Wow, what an experience. How did he feel about it?! Being a fan of crows I think I'd rather like that to happen to me, but I'd probably be pretty spooked at the time. I've heard stories of sparrowhawks occasionally taking a swoop at people with ginger hair! Must admit much as I admire that beautiful bird I wouldn't want to be at the end of its talons!Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-76332509407610048212016-03-31T17:08:35.467+01:002016-03-31T17:08:35.467+01:00Haha, perhaps it is a female thing... or just the ...Haha, perhaps it is a female thing... or just the result of an over-active imagination?! <br /><br />I'll be so interested too to hear your thoughts on the film. I'll follow this up soon as I get chance...Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-53685851450763440782016-03-30T23:04:55.597+01:002016-03-30T23:04:55.597+01:00I used to get sent off for long walks by my Dad wi...I used to get sent off for long walks by my Dad with only an ordinance survey map for company , it's something I'd never subject my Children to, though I was never scared by anything more than being on a footpath that crossed a field with a bull at the time.<br /> I'd recommend a dog or dogs, they give you a ridiculous sense of confidence plus you can yatter away to yourself without looking as if you are mad!Circe's Attichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12123904248094064043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-88762977122212414662016-03-30T21:49:19.134+01:002016-03-30T21:49:19.134+01:00The Number One Son was dive-bombed by a crow on Sa...The Number One Son was dive-bombed by a crow on Saturday. It swooped down from above, tousled his hair, flew off and then watched him from a vantage point high above. Very Hithcockian.John Meddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10547777949324509522noreply@blogger.com