Right Up My Strasse!

I love overt, grammatical errors, especially where the writer has gone to some lengths to make his/her point and FAILED due to a lack of knowledge of Our Sovereign Lady HM The Queen's English! It's not snobbery or me being smart, we all make mistakes, it's when the writer goes the extra mile to make a public point and thereby makes their stupidity obvious to the world. Examples are tattoos spelt incorrectly or graffiti on a railway or road bridge. I labour the point a tad and so today's birding highlight made me smile this morning. Clearly, a local 'big man' or 'big woman' has taken a marker pen out and passed through West Hartford with it. There's risk and there's M&S risk! They have sought to add some social comment to one of the signs erected at the start of May, and undoubtedly been looking over their shoulder at the F&RS HQ and visitors who might catch their dabbling with Sec 1 of the Criminal Damage Act 1971. Pulse racing; heart beating; breathing shallow and the deed hurriedly done. And after taking time to endorse the sign with a valid point, voila, an enormous FAIL!!!!

Ferr-eeeeeeee, Cross the Mers-eeeeee!

BH weekend and off the NW for a tad of family time and soupcon of maritime heritage in the form of Cunard's 175th berrrrf-dee! Billed as the Three Queens Festival (no, not Messrs Walliams, Norvelle and Clary), the Queen Mary 2, Elizabeth and Victoria were in town for three days. Above - QM2 leaves the Pier Head to meet the other two in the mouth of the Mersey. Below - QE and QV arrive. And some more views of the arriving duo: And all three: Crosby beach Baywatch? Not quite...... And one of Anthony Gormley's Another Place statues (made of left-over Angel of the North bits):

A Smile (or may be a few)

The first ever brood of Shelduck ever arrived yesterday at Arcot (I know they're not Mega BUT they are cute; all nine of them!). I was told by SWMBO (think about it) that I should take a few snaps and so, with the camera in the wrong setting (nob!) here we go: And then there's the never-ending drip drip of fly-tipped $h1te. That said, given the essence of fly-tipping, I did have a grin at the livery on the right hand cannister (recycle, my ar$e!!!):