Monday, 11 November 2019

On 11 November tradition says we can cook our goose. Although we don't.


There are other things to think about on this St. Martins Day. I'm contemplating my artistic materials upstairs gathering dust. To draw or not to draw that is the question.  Perhaps a visit to the Bruno Haberzettl exhibition in the caricature museum at Krems is called for.

Are we Br'exit' or Bre'mane'?
Shurrup and eat your grass. 


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  1. northsider 11 November 2019 at 02:59

    Us bloggers think on the same lines. Are they Shetland ponies?

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    1. Gwil W11 November 2019 at 03:07

      I think they must be Shetlands. I walked past them yesterday. Funny how one was curious and the other was hungry.

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  2. northsider 11 November 2019 at 03:20

    They're tough old fellows. Like the Galloways and Highland cattle, They grow long coats and don't need much shelter. We use to have a Shetland and he ate all the crusts and leftover vegetables.

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    1. Gwil W11 November 2019 at 06:34

      Somebody loves these. They even have braids.

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  3. The Weaver of Grass11 November 2019 at 06:16

    That is the best Election poster I have seen so far this time.

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    1. Gwil W11 November 2019 at 06:35

      Thanks Pat. Just trying to grab the mood, as seen from abroad.

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  4. Cro Magnon12 November 2019 at 05:04

    Small girls love to plait horses manes. All the horses around here have them, even though there are very few girls around.

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    1. Gwil12 November 2019 at 10:55

      Gypsies maybe? Their horses impeccably turned out as I recall from events like Appleby Fair. And the painted caravans too. It’s a pity the tinkers give them a bad name.

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