Sunday, 26 February 2012


Midweek the rains came like the floods and the frogs left the pond.  They were hopping and creeping and stacking all over the yard and even in the shed.  Could hardly put a foot outside without it squelching and squalling.

I never did see anything to match it in all my born days, no I never did.  Was like a veritable plague of Egypt come again and Amos did say it was a sign of the end times as the frogs be the familiar sign of fhe false prophets who will arise at the last days foretelling the doom of the world and all that is in it.

Well it be the seventh night now and the world still be here.  The frogs be back in their rightful place now but the buzzard is waiting down by the old badger site so I don't think we be out of the woods yet, not by a very long piece of string.

Monday, 20 February 2012

Screech Screech

My how those foxen and vixen do make such screeching and howling about out there in the dark night surrounding the humble shack,.   I hardly dare creep out to the woodpile to fetch in another twig to stoke the fire.

And I done spend weeks upon weeks cleaning up the pond making it all nice and clean and tidy.  Then them frogs come in and mess it all up again with their antics like it was never done.   The elder tree been cut down by hands unknown and the water ceased to run.

Tuesday, 7 February 2012

A Special Day

Seein as it be nigh on a score and half dozen years since me and Amos sealed our fate tis time to share what be our favourite repast

Stuffed chine
Chine, parsley, marjoram, mace, salt, leeks or chives

Soak the chine one night in water having first weighed it.  Wipe dry then cut well into the bone on  both sides.  Mix stuffing made up of the other ingredients press it well into each split, wrap up in cloth and boil allowing half an hour for each other pound.

It was taken from the back of a big fat pig.  My grandmowther used this recipe when she was young.  She has been dead about thirty five years and she was nearly seventy five when she died.