|Not strictly speaking a bush, but hedge.|
Okay, that could go in all sorts of directions - but here is what happened.
Walking The Dog the other day , we lingered a-while on the bridge over the river. We do this a lot as Dog likes to look at the ducks (and I like to look out for any scary looking hounds I may need to hide from). Only on this particular occasion there was not a single duck to be seen.
And yet, on the other side of the bridge (the Cyclists side, for shame!) was a lady throwing copious amounts of bread with an impressive over-arm action.
As subtly as I could (turning up the collar of my mac, whistling casually and inwardly cursing that I couldn't remember the theme tune to The Third Man) I sidled over to see what she had found to feed.
Perhaps some early ducklings? I do so love a duckling.
...there was nothing.
Honestly, I looked really hard - there wasn't even a nest.
Just a bush.
Had she perhaps misunderstood the concept of 'Bush Tucker'?
I cannot even pretend to know.
|Rainsticks as made by Art & Craft Club|
Since I'm constantly blithering on about Art & Craft Club, I include here - for your delight - a picture of this week's project.
I had been calling them 'Rainmakers', but it seems I have made a mistake of sorts. I am informed that they are in fact 'Rainsticks'.
|Dead Mr Bread|
Yep, I had another go. Got myself some dried yeast that wasn't out of date and - presto - the loaf rose like a good 'un.
Who knew kneeding and knocking-back could be so much fun?
Only mistake I made this time was listening to Child No.2, who suggested I, 'Give Mr Bread a face'.
The result was rather more sinister than any of us imagined.
The bread, however, was delicious. Thank you for asking :-)