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Head on collision stuns sheep

August 21, 2012

Inspired by Team GB and meeting the coach of the UK Olympic cycling team at Lords last week, coupled with an analysis of the area around Arundel being fairly flat, we have decided to buy some mountain bikes. There are some amongst my readers who will be saying that at our age we need our head examined and a few might even believe I would attempt to make a joke about psycho-analysis (cycle analysis) but that is a cruel and heartless slur. I would never contemplate such a thing.

In the meantime our exercise regime is based on walking which we try to do both morning and evening. The morning to try to rid ourselves of last nights hangover and in the evening in order to build up a thirst. Last evening we took to exploring an ancient Portsmouth to London via Arundel disused canal. We knew nothing of its existence until we found an overgrown canal sized depression and the remains of a 18th century swing bridge in the countryside around Binstead. It was whilst walking alongside this is crystal clear sunshine, which had replaced the earlier murky conditions, that I took this photo which proves how dangerous it can be for animals in the wild. These sheep for example had escaped from their field and had a head-on crash. I was lucky enough to be in position to capture the actual point of impact. Nature photographic awards must surely be just around the corner.

The moment of impact

A pint in a pretty pub garden at The Murell Arms in Binstead was notable in that they had in their garden a pen in which they kept pet rabbits. The may have provided some sport for Banjo before that nice lady decorator exerted some control, so we reconvened in Arundel to take in the festival events. A steel drum workshop on the Jubilee Stage was sufficient send us scurrying to the White Hart for a drink before a fish n’ chip supper courtesy of “The Trawler” across the road.

I love fish and chips, fish covered in mountains of glutinous fat filled batter, chips fried in fat and bright almost luminous green mushy peas (a token nod to the vegetarian brigade, and one of my five a day) and I am sure that my next cholesterol test will scale double figures (normal is seemingly under 5).
In contrast, a week from today I shall be back in Valbonne enjoying fresh fruit and the salad and vegetables that are at the base of Mediterranean cooking, but will have to expect my cholesterol levels will drop. It is a hard blow to take when one has spent the last three weeks struggling to reach the highest reading, but life is just that, a struggle.

In the meantime the festival continues apace and I am preparing for The Tempest. This should not be confused with the weather forecast, but is a performance of Shakespeare’s play at Arundel Castle later in the week. Cathie the Culture will know just how much I am looking forward to this, but with a former school mistress aunt of that nice lady decorator due to visit for a few days, it was her choice of which of the Bards plays we should attend. My vote for “The Taming Of The Shrew” being overruled by my favourite aunt in typically school mistress fashion, “utterly ghastly dear, we shall go to The Tempest”.

Once again I seem to be pressed for space to underline the benefit that anyone who deals regularly in different currencies can achieve by opening an account with Currencies Direct, a subject which I know is dear to the hearts of many who follow this column, so hopefully tomorrow I will find the space to go into it in more detail.

Chris France

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