Warning: This post does include shocking images and live snake footage, so not for the faint-hearted.
But I’ll start you off gently with some prettiness…
Some mild scariness…
And some too close for comfort wild fires…
Just over the road. South Africa of course.
But back to the snake story. Our man in that other, warmer hemisphere did say there were a lot of snakes about…
You may need to big up some of the pictures though to actually see them.
Most of these pics were sent to me with a caption – can you spot the snake? Wasted no end of time / gave me hours of fun. Hope it does the same for you.
You ready for the big one?
Sure?
Sure you’re sure?
OK, here it comes…
Bet you didn’t have one of those in your Christmas tree..!
John is well known for his snake handling ability and often gets roped into catching and removing unwanted ones. He’s very fond of them and always returns them to somewhere suitable for the snake and far away from where it wasn’t wanted. So, be assured that no snake was harmed in the making of this video.
Loving the health and safety footwear.
Now, in order to soothe your nerves, I shall break with tradition and bombard you with cute, cuddly cat images…
And a couple of battle-scarred ones…
Aw..
Meet Ginger. Thought to be feral and refusing to be sociable with other humans in the neighbourhood, but succumbed to John’s cat whispering technique.
He likes to hang about with John in the bus and garden and even goes walking in the bush with him. A great companion.
I want one now! A ship’s cat.
I always said I wouldn’t; litter trays and all that on a boat – no way. But, if anyone knows of a boat trained/water-loving/ever so cute one that is able to swim and use what would pass as a cat-flap on board and just happens to be looking for an exciting new home…
Hobo and I are surviving all that the elements can throw at us – even the wind which can be a bit wild on a boat – especially if everything isn’t tied up or nailed down. But I learned that the hard way. It’s amazing what can be blown off the roof if not suitably secured!
We were separated, Hobo and me, between 23/12 and 02/01 while I did a house sit. A nice little earner and some unaccustomed luxury for me, but poor Hobo suffered and was freezing cold and damp on my return. A few kind words and a roaring fire soon saw me forgiven though.
And, in case you were wondering, all the weird shit seems to have stopped now. Bugger, shouldn’t have said that out loud..
This was the culprit that took out my 12 volt…
A burned out in-line fuse located at the back of the fuse box which, despite all my investigations and those of helpful neighbours, proved elusive. I ended up fetching a friend from Huntingdon who knows Hobo’s wiring intimately and, indeed, fitted it in the first place – a belt and braces measure.
It took him all of two minutes to uncover AND fix. Thank you Steve. It’s so good to have normal service resumed.
And, in other news…
Mud. That’s pretty much it.
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