Showing posts with label just odd. Show all posts
Showing posts with label just odd. Show all posts

Friday, June 5, 2026

Aldi has a Sense of Humor?

Apparently they do.  Parody mugs featuring variations on their logo are pretty common.  Here's one we picked up at the Hexham Car Boot Sale:

And there are others...


When over in the UK I did a quick google search for others in this genre and came across a few with dubious taste.  "Alkie" for instance.  And also, well, one I really would like to show ya but it does not appear on any searches on this side of the Atlantic.  I guess you'll just have to imagine an image of Arnold Schwartzenegger in his most iconic, sunglasses wearing role, promising that 

"Aldi Back"

To their credit the Aldi company takes a very relaxed stance on any parody products that can't plausibly be confused with grocery items.  It's likely that whoever owns the IP for The Terminator sees things a little differently.....

Monday, May 18, 2026

Vindolanda 2026 - Day Six

Guess I didn't take any pictures today.

Nice weather, steady progress.  But I didn't find anything novel.  Just another spear point and I showed you one of those last time.  Mostly we were chasing walls and trying to find the perimeters of an oven.  Not glamorous stuff.

So instead, a few pictures from my in between weekend.

We did a number of things, some I'll report on presently.  Among them was a visit to "Northumberlandia", purportedly the world's largest human figure sculpture.

112 feet tall.  1300 feet long.  Yep, she's a big gal.

It's quite a climb up to her, er, features.


The view from nose level......


Evidently some bits are more popular with visitors than others, and people don't always stay on the appropriate paths.  Hey, treat the Lady right...



Friday, April 24, 2026

Bumper Foam Productions

Exactly what I do on the robotics team is a fair question, and one I suspect gets asked on occasion.  Sometimes it is just necessary to have an extra adult around to keep an eye on things.  I'm also mostly in charge of the Farm System, as I have a level of comfort with the middle school world view that is either remarkable or worrisome.  Or both.  Other than that, and some janitorial duties, I guess I'm the Department of Odd Ideas.

Here's one.

I found out that a team that had been around for ten years was giving out tiaras to mark the occasion.  Not just for themselves, they were handing out tiaras to other teams in their tenth season.  Like us.  So, anticipating this I had the kids make a Congrats on Ten Years trophy to give in return.  The usual parameters, made of scrap parts from last years robot and mounted on a bit of bumper.  Complete with fabric of course.

Well, problem is...they forgot our tiaras.  

This was of course corrected when we were both at State.  I think they brought us some extra good ones.  So, who wore it best? (By the way, from my long expertise at test taking I can assure you that None of the Above is a valid answer...).






Yes, I am showing mostly the adult coaches hamming it up here.  Some students have the proper sense of fun.  Others tend to take themselves a bit too seriously.  As most of us did back in high school.

Big thanks to Team Ferradermis for the creative gesture.  One of several nice things about the new format this year is that we now compete "in state" and get to know our fellow Cheesehead teams much better.  

Oh, about the title of the post today.

At our last event we were tasked with putting together a "highlights" video on short notice.  It turned out well, thanks to our video editor, a conscripted camera person and the help of various other folks.  On completion I asked if the people who had worked on it wanted to be crediting by name.  They said, nah. So a silly production company name was used instead.

Well at the state event the highlights video was done by a different crew, so we got to do a sort of Promotional Video.  Something to show potential sponsors and so forth.  In typical Bumper Foam Productions fashion it was filmed within a wrench throw of our pit (no actual wrenches thrown) and edited into nice form in 90 minutes.  It's very satisfying to hand off a USB drive and say, "Here, five hours ahead of deadline and we made everyone look good".  At least that's how I see it...


And of course......



Friday, April 10, 2026

Mascots and Me

Because of course there were mascots at the recent robotics tournament.  And I show no signs of growing up...




Friday, March 6, 2026

Baseball....and a lot more, at Athletic Park

My recent post on the Baseball Riot of 1903 gave me a nudge to finish up a bit of research that had previously only been a vague set of questions.  And, the history of Athletic Park in Chippewa Falls did not disappoint.  So lets talk about it's rise, heyday, decline, fall and revival, shall we?

I suppose there is no way to know just when baseball - and other things - were first played here.  In the 19th century, heck on into our times, kids got a pickup game going on any open space.  But it is safe to assume that there was nothing organized before the Great Floods of 1880/84.  And a birdseye view from 1885 shows nothing but an empty field.

But in 1894 a couple of local businessmen got their act together and built something more substantial.  Nice leveled off field, grandstand bleachers.  Interestingly the accounts of the day suggest that there were some previous bleachers but that they were not that great.  So I'd theorize that the site was in use for playing ball starting at some point between 1885 and 1894.  Here's the best view of Athletic Park, from a birdseye view created in 1906.


Chippewa River behind the grandstands.  Canal street off a ways beyond the outfield fence.  Not too much else right at hand, although as I mentioned previously somewhere nearby was the Rosseau House, pioneer boozery of our fair community.  It survived the floods and was moved to someplace very close to the ball field.  I'm not sure which building.  And to put a sort of end point on the story, here's a plat map from 1938...it shows the site vacant.  But not forgotten!  Construction of the city ball field on the spot must have come later.  Post WWII I figure.


So, on to what happened on the grounds of Old Athletic Park.

The history begins, naturally for baseball, in the spring.  Of 1894 specifically.  The May 15th edition of the local paper announces that a five acre lot "on the South Side" had been purchased and that work was about to start.  The primary purpose was baseball but there was mention of also putting in a bicycle track.  An ice skating rink came later.

By the end of May games were already being played.  It was mentioned that ladies got free admission, and that there were provisions for 40 - 50 carriages....you could watch the ball game from the comfort of your 19th century horse n' buggy!

By June construction had begun on a grand stand that could hold 700-800 fans.  Brief mention that it was much sturdier than an earlier structure could mean there had been previous play on the site....or maybe they just tossed out some simple bleachers in May.

It's not easy recounting the ball games, and other things, that happened at Athletic Park.  It is clearly a story too long for a casual posting - and too short for a book.  So here's a sampling.  Bear in mind that this was a privately run, for profit enterprise, and so the level of hype and hoopla is significant.

There were of course amateur teams representing most of the area communities.  Eau Claire, Mondovi, Rice Lake.  And further afield, from places like Minneapolis and Saint Paul.  

Of somewhat greater interest were the specialty teams.  Married Men vrs. the Less Fortunate.  Chippewa Falls and Eau Claire Post Office employees squaring off.  There was a game between railroad union members from Chippewa Falls and from the adjacent suburb of Irvine, aka Wallerville.   

Businessmen took on Bankers, the two high schools in town played each other (usually in football), enigmatic local teams such as The Crescents and Moonshiners played for a $20 "stake".

Some of the games thus undertaken are a bit, well, jarring to modern sensibilities.  In 1910 a team called Baby Bliss' Fat Men came to town.  The aforementioned Baby Bliss was a 640 pound catcher, with the rest of the team of like proportions.  They came out of Waterloo Iowa, courtesy of the Fat Men's Amusement Company.*

In 1901 a team of Native Americans came up from Nebraska.  The Nebraska Redskins took on the Chippewa Whites.  

On at least two occasions local Gun Clubs held competitive pigeon shoots.  Not clay pigeons, real ones.  In 1896 one such 3 hour exhibition had the Chippewa Falls squad beating the Eau Claire group by a tally of 48 - 47 dead birds.

Of the most interesting game played I'll have more to say on another occasion.  But this was an era of "Bloomer Baseball".  No, not teams from the neighboring community of Bloomer, but "girls" teams that barnstormed playing men's teams.  In August of 1909 The Chicago Ladies came to town.  As was generally the case, there were a couple of guys on the team, usually playing higher skilled positions such as pitcher and catcher.  They were expected to wear wigs.  I'm not sure if they had to wear skirts, or later the weird short pants called "bloomers" after the Suffragette, Amelia Jenks Bloomer!

As the years went by things started changing at Athletic Park.  There were more football games.  And the facility must have gone down hill a bit.  By 1911 it was referred to as Old Athletic Park, and by 1919 it was just called the Southside Ball park.  By then the newspaper was openly saying a new field was necessary, and indeed one was built at the current fairgrounds around that time.  The last game I can find referenced was in June of 1919, and it was noted that the field was in poor shape with lots of tall grass growing up.**

We've certainly seen in modern times that sports facilities are built, age, decline.  Communities build newer, better ones.  At this point in history the South Side really was a seedy part of town.  And perhaps the disruption of World War I and the subsequent influenza pandemic contributed to the grass growing tall on a once busy sports complex.
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* Here's the sad story of Baby Bliss.  The team was short lived but amazingly there are some surviving photos and jerseys out there....

** Another factor may have been the death of Maurice Poznanski, one of the businessmen who launched this venture.  He passed in 1917.  Odd that his name is still on the property map two decades later.  Especially since the Poznanski had by the time of his death, moved to Minneapolis and changed his name to Pond.





Friday, February 20, 2026

Nimrods Redux

It's been a while since we've heard from the Nimrods Giant Ski team.  Last season they  mentored a younger team of Giant Skiers.  And how did the little ingrates repay 'em?  Well, that and so much more can be found in this fascinating video of the Nimrods setting some sort of Guinness World Record by skiing across (a small part of) Lake Superior.




Wednesday, February 18, 2026

Sandland Update - and for some reason a product review of a generator.

My friend Gabe is a Man for all Seasons.  This is a longish video but does show what has been going on at Sandland, the Playground for the next Thousand Years.   


If that's a bit long for your tastes, here' just a few seconds of video from my recent work session underground.   The maze is getting complex enough that I sometimes get turned around.  And when that happens you can encounter strange lights and sounds in the darkness...





Monday, December 29, 2025

Back Underground - Plus, Redneck Space Program

It had been a while since I'd made it out to Sandland.  If you've forgotten, this is the mad, marvelous, unique project that friends of mine are creating in rural Wisconsin.  For the past 13 years they have been tunneling in a hillside, creating a "playground for the ages".  There are mazes, a slide, rooms with a sort of mirrored layout designed to confuse you.  And this being Wisconsin, of course there is a bar.  The location is mostly a secret, to be revealed only to the worthy.  At least its X and Y coordinates are, on the Z axis I can say that most of these pictures were taken at roughly -80 feet from the surface.

I went out there recently, figuring it was a good way to work off some Christmas cookies.  


Usual digging kit.  Head lamp (turned off for photos, but I prudently carry a back up light), respirator, coveralls.  Sometimes I wear a helmet, sometimes not.  Nothing is going to fall on you but there are a few low spots in the tunnels.  Hard hat makes them less jarring.  But it also makes you an inch or so taller, so you hit them with greater frequency.

The goal by the way is to create something that people can enjoy - and perhaps puzzle over - for a thousand years.  Geologically it should work.

I leave the actual tunneling - there are power tools involved - to the more skillful.  My job is running carts of sand down the long winding tunnels and dumping it off a platform to later be moved elsewhere.  One of these wagons holds three of the orange buckets for a light load, four or five for a heavy one.  My rough calculation is that I personally hauled and dumped at least 1.5 tons of sand over six hours.


Time for a break.  The "Sand Bar" is a nice place to sit down and enjoy a (non alcoholic in this case) beverage.  The decor is eclectic to say the least.

Rats playing pool.  A reimagining of Dogs Playing Poker.


I do recommend volunteering at Sandland for anyone in Western Wisconsin or adjacent Minnesota.  I could make introductions.  But to be honest....I overdid it this day and my back complained for a while.  But sometimes whimsy and magic come with a small cost.

As I trudged back to my car at the end of the day I went by this sight:


It's the discontinued monorail from the Minnesota Zoo, now an implausible accommodation.  But hey, what's that sticking up behind it?  Uh, that's a Hillbilly Space Ship.  'Cause it would be...





Monday, November 3, 2025

The Lactose Maniac

So much stuff coming up from the basement of my parent's house.  This is archaeology plain and simple.  You dig through different layers trying to divine the importance of strange artifacts.  For instance, there was a considerable assortment of mint condition pamphlets from various public health agencies.  No surprise really, doctor's offices still have them.  But these were often from before my dad was actually in practice.  From the 1920's, 30's and 40's.  Did he save them as historical curios?  And how to explain the Lactose Maniac?

This dude....


Looks to me like he's enjoying himself a little more than you'd expect from a bottle of milk.  Even allowing for the fact that it was all whole milk then, none of this wimpy Skim or 2%.

There seemed to be quite the enthusiasm for milk running clear through these pamphlets.  Pregnant women for instance were supposed to slam down a quart and a half every day.  The pamphlet on Diet of the Expectant and Nursing Mother says right on the front:

Drink More Milk, Eat More Butter - For Your Health and Prosperity.

Guess you can see where the Lactose Maniac got his start down this path.   In utero.

We'll meet up with him again in a bit.  But first...





I'm putting a discrete thumb on this image.  It had, shall we say, Coppertone Ad qualities.  

But in this age of heightened awareness and of AI scraping every word and image off the internet, I'm not taking chances.

This tome is from 1935, and was printed by the Department of Labor.  (This was a 1943 reprint).  Hmmm, maybe the Good Ol' Days of child labor were not quite over?

The actual advice was pretty simplistic.  Wear good shoes - unlike this tyke on the nude beach - stand up straight, don't get rickets or scurvy.

Various exercises and play strategies are endorsed.  Some of them involving climbing on ladders and unsafe things!

Oh, and here's the Lactose Fiend a bit older.  Maybe middle school now, but he's still a two fisted milk drinker.  He's finished his glass while little Bitsy sitting next to him hasn't touched hers.


The motto on this one says: We strike at one of the roots of physical unfitness when we teach good food selection to all children whether they appear to be malnourished or not."

It comes out very strongly for school lunch programs.  In fact, it makes vague reference to a study being done where white rats were fed on the lunches kids brought to school.  One assumes the kids were as a replacement, given more nutritious fare, washed down with plenty of milk.  Oh, and the rats?  "Many of the rats failed to grow and some died as a result."  

By now you've started to detect a theme, no?  On the back of one of the pamphlets (The Public Health Nurse works with you to Protect your Family) is this revealing logo...........








Friday, August 8, 2025

"Made in Scotland, from Girders"

You'd probably had to have traveled to Scotland or the northern reaches of England to get that reference.  It is one of the many slogans of a peculiar beverage called Iron Brew.  Or if you want to be picky, Irn Bru.  The busy bodies in some agency said they had to change the name because the stuff is not technically brewed and contains only trace amounts of iron.

But it sure looks like rusty water.  And the first time I ever drank it - also the first time I'd ever eaten Scotch Eggs - rusty water was my general impression.*  And yet, it is the most popular soft drink in Scotland.  By the way, another of their slogans is "Scotland's Other National Drink".


As this time line of cans shows, the stuff has been around for a while.  Weirdly it got started in the US in the 1880s, and did not make it to Scotland until around 1900.  Sometimes peculiar American products thrive in new environs.  See Spam for instance.

In general adverts in the UK are far wittier than what we see in the US.  And for a product aimed at Scots?  Very over the top and with that delightful accent.  Here's a highlight reel of just some of the Best of Iron Brew ads.  Uh, as with anything that spans decades there is some humor that you could not get away with today.  That does not make it any less humorous.

Enjoy.


*/When I was over last May I tried it for a second time.  And...they seem to have changed the formula.  It was bad in different ways!  Some of the ads above allude to variations on the basic "Bru".  They make a diet version.  And for a while at least, an Iron Brew based Energy Drink. I'm fairly brave trying food and drink on foreign travels, but that would be too much.

Thursday, May 29, 2025

England 2025 - The Usual Odd People

Offered with minimal commentary.




Now, you might be wondering why there is no "Album Cover" photo this year.  It is after all a long standing tradition that we pose moodily for the camera in the fashion of some 70's band.  
Well its like this.  Half of the "Anaerobes" decided to spend the in between Saturday going to a big tattoo show in Newcastle.  It was rather..........well, I don't know exactly what it was but this was part of the entertainment there:


Yikes.  Could it be that the Anaerobes will split up, with one branch going sort of "Death Metal" and renaming themselves Anoxia?  Lots of flames, almost as much as on that 60th birthday cake, Pete!




Friday, May 23, 2025

Northumberlandia - Now that's a Big Girl

No doubt you've heard the expression "Coals to Newcastle".  They used to mine a great deal of coal in the area back in the day.  Which left a bit of a mess.  Some years back an open pit mine just north of Newcastle was tidied up in a rather distinctive way....by making the world's largest nude figure out of 1.5 million tons of rock and mine tailings.  Behold Northumberlandia, the Lady of the North.


I've seen her from the air when approaching the Newcastle airport.  Although she is posed somewhat demurely, you can't help but notice those 100 foot tall....er....mounds.

On our recent visit several members of our band of adventurers went in for a closer look.


And of course.....


That's Sue, our excavator-novelist.  She has a history of doing cartwheels over various landscapes.  While far from being a Prude, she did at least show Prudence in not attempting to careen straight off the giant nipple and down into the Cleavage below.

I don't get to use my Larger than Life tag very often, but the Lady of the North deserves nothing less.  

Wednesday, April 23, 2025

A One star review, and a Shot across the Bow.

Ah, Facebook.  There was a time when it was the unquestioned global information exchange.  Also of cat videos which I'm fine with.  I had little use for it until my archaeology friends encouraged me to hop on as a way to stay in touch.  I've stuck with it.  So far.....

I know many people are unhappy with the platform for reasons political.  Me, I'm tolerant of such things.  You provide a service that I find useful, respond to what your customers want, and are not total jerks.....I'll stick around.

But in the last six months Facebook has, as I see it, taken a huge nose dive in quality.

Not across the board.  I still stay in touch with those far flung friends and enjoy seeing their posts of travels, adventures.  And in some cases, cute cats.  But there's all this other "stuff" now.

I'm fine with Sponsored Posts.  FB needs to make money.  I glance at them and move on.  But there are other more intrusive ways FB shoves stuff in front of me.

For a while it was big batches of people (?) they suggested I follow.  Most of them were of no interest to me.  Every professional and semi-professional sport in the US and the UK was suggested.  As well as lots of other junk.  I only really got annoyed when the suggestions got Suggestive.  Scantily clad young ladies who, if followed into a dark alleyway, would at best rob you at knifepoint.

You can get rid of these suggestions by using the established FB system, just hitting the "no thanks" button near the top of such solicitations.  If they come back a second time you can report them for a variety of things.  Selling illegal animals was my favorite.

The Suggestive suggestions are now gone, but something worse lingers on.  Facebook Reels.

No doubt in response to Tiktok, FB launched this a year or two back.  And the subject matter is A) not relevant to me and B) often disgusting.  A majority seem to come from Asia, and I suspect more than a few are AI generated.  You can click on Show me Less of This at the upper right corner of a batch....and the same ones turn up instantly.  You can also click on individual Reels and report them as disgusting, violent, etc.  This seems harsh, but the content is in many cases precisely that.  You get people draining abscesses, both human and veterinary.  You get people collecting huge hauls of small unhappy looking fish from muddy ponds in the Philippines.  You get tattoos and tattoo removal.  You get stuff that - from the teaser photo - falls into the "Don't know, don't wanna know" category.

Reelly now.  We have the equivalent of the Great Library of Alexandria, the Library of Congress and pretty much every classic of stage, screen and page available in a hand held device....and we get this:

Facebook ignores any guidance along the lines of "For the love of Zuckerman, don't show me this".  And there is no official way to nuke the Reels feature entirely.

But there are unofficial ways.  I'm looking at a browser extension that will let me get rid of Reels and other dreck on Facebook.  FB is understandably not happy about this sort of software and the odds are fair that it would in response become poutingly become less functional overall.

So here's the deal.  I'm standing pat until after the spring archaeology jaunt.  After that I'm going to tame Facebook, and if the Algorithms strike back I will ditch it entirely.

For those reading my regular writings (Detritus of Empire) that I cross post here, well, I'm looking at Substack as an alternative.  I'd keep it free of course.  

OK Facebook, that there's your shot across the bow.  I'd like to think its close enough to splash a little water up on the bridge and leave a few muddy, unhappy fish flopping at the feet of Admiral Zuckerberg.

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Ever wonder how much the internet is keeping an eye on you?  We all have our anecdotes.  Here's another.  A few days after composing the above, and while it was still in Draft, Facebook Reels went away.  Coincidence?  Or Admiral Zuckerberg staring at the dead fish all around his bridge and telling his first mate (probably the flatulent little girl shown above) to stand down.....


Monday, December 9, 2024

Back Underground

It has been a while since I took the short drive over to work at "Sand Land", the astonishingly eccentric project some friends of mine have been at for a decade or so.  Not everyone understands Sand Land.  I mean...buy a ravine and bring in volunteers to excavate an underground tunnel system?  With stair cases, a spiral slide, a tavern, and...well I'm not sure what else is in there at the moment because I just came to work, not to take the latest tour.

So, its underground we go...


Hard hat, head lamp, respirator, coveralls.  More kit than most "pit ponies" had.  

It's always important to pay attention to signs..


My job was to load, haul and dump wagons of already excavated sand.  Yes, sand.  Its what you get, and get a lot of, when you excavate sandstone.



Here's a short video clip I took while running the wagon back in.  I don't go so fast when dragging it out.


Always nice to see the light of day at the end of  a day of hauling.  I'm told I set the one person record for loads hauled.  This sounds like flattery but is in keeping with what I usually do at Vindolanda or when working on the Homesteading project.  Digging is mostly just good mechanics and determination.


There is a lot of other eccentric stuff at Sand Land.  Just to the left of the tunnel exit is their rifle range.  This got me into a discussion about deer hunting there.  The property and sight lines at this spot are a bit cramped, but they have more "stuff" on top of the hill.


I could totally see setting up for bow hunting on top of the surplus McDonald's Play Land.  I would have to be careful not to put a hole in the geodesic dome salvaged from a Cold War radar station.....

Exercise and Eccentricity.  I need more of  both.

Wednesday, July 31, 2024

Evil Fungus

When you are a dog owner you keep an eye on where you are stepping.  So when I spotted this on the ground I was naturally puzzled and a little impressed....


But no, not a particularly compact dog deposit, this is some kind of weird fungus.  Not a fan.  Another clump of the stuff nearby was even a bit more disturbing....


I've seen this movie.  So have you.  It's called Alien.



Monday, July 22, 2024

Exploding Whale Day

  

At this point the majority of you are saying "What the heck?", while a few oddball savants are saying "A bit early, isn't it?".   For the second group I'll just say that given all the excitement in our political arena I'm not sure that one week after the election a story about putrid blubber raining down from the sky would stand out in the least.

So....

There is actually a considerable, er, corpus of data on dead, beached whales blowing up.  Sometimes just by the natural, if disgusting, process of decomposition.  But by far the most exciting example of the genre occurred back in 1970, and had the assistance of a poorly thought out half ton of dynamite.

A 45 ton sperm whale washed up on the beach at Florence Oregon on November 9th.  After three days in which the whale got stinkier, it was decided that the best course of action would be to blow the whale up with explosives.  The idea being that it would then be in smaller bits which would either be eaten by the converging mob of seagulls or be in small enough parts that hauling them away would be simpler.  Beaches were at that time under the jurisdiction of the Oregon Highway Department, an outfit who had a bit of experience in blowing up obstructions.  It did not go well.  No, not well at all.......


Delightfully this event has become part of local lore.  There is an Exploding Whale Memorial Park in downtown Florence.  Every November the locals hold Exploding Whale Days.  Delightfully, the cub reporter who appeared in the above video 54 years ago is still with us and will be in attendance!  I can't actually find out much more about the festival.  It seems to involve a funky art show and at 3:45, a public toast in memory of the whale.  I like that.

Florence Oregon is not too far from Eugene where they have a minor league baseball team.  It is somewhat in vogue - probably for extra merch sales - for teams to have special "alternate uniforms".  So last year the Eugene Emeralds played a few games as the "Exploding Whales".  


The logo is actually a lot cooler than the uniforms.....


Well, food for thought.  This probably caught my eye based on our own experiences sighting a similar beached whale on our Florida trip in March.  The folks in charge of that situation appear to have been well aware of the Exploding Whale legend, and learned from it.


So a Happy Exploding Whale Day to you, one and all.  When the actual official day rolls around on November 12th lets hope the air is not filled with panic and a fine mist of rancid goo.


Monday, June 10, 2024

Because no opportunity for a silly picture should go to waste......

Because my photographer friend Pete and I only overlapped for a week plus a day on either end, the number of odd photos of each other is reduced in number this year.  We tried to make up for it in quality.  Because as we go through life, no opportunity for a silly photo should ever go to waste....

Pete sporting a "Hairy Buffalo Ear" at the Hexham Boot Sale:


At the same event, we both try on rubber dinosaur masks.  The guy standing behind Pete makes it look as if he actually has two heads.


Chillingham Castle had some opportunities for striking a pose.....


Stocks are surprisingly even less comfortable than you'd imagine.  Also at Chillingham I took to the pulpit in the chapel and delivered a brief sermon to my flock.  They remained unrepentant.


Guess that's about it.  Next year we'll try to get Pete and I on the same dig....aiming our cameras at each other constantly.....