|Bradfield swordsmen preparing to defend the besieged apostrophe.|
The last post seems to have stirred some senior bloggers from their slumbers. I mean, who cares about the economy, Romanian immigrants, bankers' bonuses or winter floods? What really matters is the future of the apostrophe. Like an endangered creature, this tadpole-shaped punctuation mark will need to be nurtured and protected if it is to survive. We lost the dodo, the passenger pigeon and the Tasmanian tiger - let us not lose the apostrophe too.
My blood pressure had been raised to a dangerously high level by yesterday's vehement apostrophe debate so Shirley (my nurse) and I drove out to the parish of Bradfield this afternoon to take a soothing country walk round Agden Reservoir. I relaxed in my Victorian bath chair as she pushed me. Rather too bumpy for reading "The Observer" and there was, in any case, too much huffing and puffing
Later, after watching sword fighters practising their skills on the cricket ground in Low Bradfield, we drove out of the village via Mill Lee Road which leads onto Hoar Stones Road. That's where I pulled up to take this rather nice picture of High Bradfield...
Very clever Yorky, very clever.ReplyDelete
And very tasty too!Delete
Oh, I thought they were alpacas.ReplyDelete
What is that white construction in front of the beautiful village that sticks out like Tipp-Ex on an illuminated manuscript?
That is the Tom Gowans Memorial Hall. Used by the Bradfield Brownies as a storage facility.Delete
I daresay all the huffing and puffing was coming from Shirley, as my guess is you ain't no bloomin' bag o' feathers.ReplyDelete
The three apostrophes in the preceding sentence were used correctly and are being donated to posterity in your name.
Thou hast guessed correctly oh Chief of the Cherokee! I thank you for the apostrophe donation. If I collect enough, I shall make some jam.Delete
I never thought the sheep were apostrophes. Everyone knows that apostrophes are black, and while black sheep certainly do exist, the white apostrophe is a mythical creature whose existence is as doubtable as that of the Yeti.ReplyDelete
The brave swordsmen of Bradfield were hopefully not distracted too much from their training by the sight of your Victorian bath chair, pushed along by a huffing and puffing nurse.
You have an incisive brain madam! I fear you see through my ruses!Delete
That first photo is so exciting..I think ill wet myself xReplyDelete
Full excitement could only be achieved through hearing the metallic clashing of the swords and the bestial grunting of the swordsmen. It was like being in a new film version of "Ivanhoe".Delete
Lovely photo of Bradfield.ReplyDelete
Why go to Italy when you could visit Yorkshire instead? Then you could take your own photos of Bradfield and its daring swordsmen instead of badly constructed bell-towers, a permanently flooded city and a bunch of pizza joints.Delete
I'll borrow one from your collection.ReplyDelete
A wonderful image.
Thank you Honoured Lord of the Kodachrome and Master of the Single Reflex.Delete
I see the Queen's Own Apostrophe Regiment (or The Old Dicriticals as they are affectionately known) are preparing for the invasion of Cambridge. That's one thing we can agree on when it comes to apostrophes - they don't like it up 'em!ReplyDelete
Ha! Ha! You tickled me pink Mr P! You are the new Bernard Manning!Delete