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Let’s play Poohsticks

This morning, while riding on the cycle track on my way home I encountered a man and his toddler on the cycle path. “We’ve been playing Poohsticks” he said. 

It was a lightbulb moment.  Now Poohsticks is a very famous game invented by A. A. Milne for his son Christopher Robin Milne, and the game first came to prominence when it was described in the author’s book The House at Pooh Corner.  We more or less have a perfect spot in which to play it, so it was just a matter of time before Miss Emily was roped in for a quick game. 

Dressed to the nines, with her new red purse, felt hat and wellies we headed for the Carrant Brook. 

“Why are we going to the river?” she asked. “Are we there yet?”

I first took her down to the bank and tried to explain the rules. She sat on the tree branch and tried to listen attentively. She had already waylaid a passing twig that she wanted to hurl into the river. “Not yet Miss Emily.”

She eyed another tree branch that was in the river and claimed it as her own “I win!” she exclaimed.

“Nope, not quite Miss Emily, that is overdoing it.”

“Oh Pooh”

We walked a bit further “What about this cool brick?”

“Nope, it will sink like a stone. Enough speculating, lets go stand on the bridge and we can see whose stick gets to the finishing line at the narrow gap downstream first”

We walked up to the bridge and Miss Emily tried to look over the railing, “this railing is too high, maybe if we get that brick I can stand on it?”

“Forget that brick Miss Emily, you can look between the rails. Now get your stick ready!”

Miss Emily pushed her stick through the railings until she was holding it over the water “I am ready!” she shouted excitedly.

“Me too. When I say three let them go and whoever gets to the narrowing first wins. 1, 2…………. 2,5………… 2,6…………  3!” 

The sticks tumbled down into the water to meet their fate. “I’m winning!” she cried.

“No wait, I could be loosing. Which is my stick? I am all confused.”

“That’s always a problem when you play Poohsticks unless you mark your stick properly.”

“That sounds complimacated and way too much work.” She said thoughtfully. “After all this is not the Olympiciamiam Games.”

“You mean the Olympic Games?” 

“Yes, them too. Just imagine winning a gold medal and lots of ice cream in the Olympiciamiam Games as well as in the Olympic Games!”

“I knew it would come down to ice cream again.”

“Let’s have another round.” she grabbed a stick from the pile “Ready when you are!”

And so we played Poohsticks from the bridge.

“That was fun!” Miss Emily said, “I think I am going to enter the Olympiciamiam Games when I grow up.”

“Don’t grow up Miss Emily, it’s a trap!”

“It is?”

“Most definitely, just think, had I not had you I would not have been able to play Poohsticks.”

“That’s true. I don’t think adults play enough games once they grow up.”

“I agree. Come, let’s go get some ice cream, what flavour would you like?”

And so we headed off home via the ice cream shop, Miss Emily had learnt something new, and I had ended up with muddy boots and many pics. The brief sunshine had felt invigorating and we were both ready for the weekend. “it will soon be a new year Miss Emily, how long have you been with me?”

She thought for awhile, “Since September 2016.”

“Time passes very quickly these days”

“Uhu, so we better play games more often then.”

“Good idea Miss Emily, a very good idea.”

The final score? Miss Emily won by 3 sticks and 1 ice cream.

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Whether the Weather

I must be bored because I am posting about pigeons and potholes, and now the weather.
 
It has been quite an interesting 2 days actually, the weather reported that we could have snow on Tuesday evening, but that did not materialise. Or did it?  This fine morning (Wednesday), I looked out upon the playing field outside my flat. Last week it was a lake, this week it was a field of frost, this morning it was…. shrouded in mist.
Last Week
Saturday morning
Yesterday morning

 

This morning

I have to admit I was fascinated, the mist was very heavy and the vegetation had this white covering of ice crystals, even the cobwebs looked awesome! (although eensy weensy spider was probably not amused).

 

 
Unfortunately I was using my cellphone camera and not my usual camera, which is just as well because it is useless at night. On my way home I was equally baffled, hoping to take pics of the grass with a flash I found that the light was being reflected off thousands of tiny ice crystals that I could not even see. 
But I did managed to get images of that vegetation again, and it was fantastic. I believe that this phenomena is called “Rime Ice“, or one of the many permutations thereof
 
 
 
and the ice on the barbed wire I found very poignant; leaving me to think of all those who perished behind similar wire during the two World Wars.

 

 

The odd thing was that there was a lot of vapour in the air, I could not see it, but the light was bouncing off of it, rendering my pics less than satisfactory. And then I hit the jackpot.
 
 

That image made it worth my frozen hands. In retrospect I should have taken my camera this morning, but it is too unpredictable at night, ideally the cellphone works well because the flash charges fast and I can fire off pics quite quickly. Maybe tomorrow night there will be even more peculiar weather for me to photograph, that’s the beauty of something like this, no two images are the same, you just have to take what you can get!

Incidentally it is -2 degrees outside.

And now: bedtime!

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