Two impractical spiky things

Here's a hedgehog I met on the path on the way home from the Dome one evening. I don't think it was very well so I pushed it into the hedge.


And here is a motorbike, can only be described as "gothic" that we met at the Ship Inn at Burscough. It had the same spiky effect on me as the hedgehog - but I didn't push this into the hedge. The handgrips and everything except the seat seemed to be made of chromed steel. As for the skull on the gearbox case - ugh! It is a Big Bear Chopper and not to be recommended if your relatives or friends are faint-hearted.

Bob Glover's headstone

Here is Bob's headstone. Welsh slate: with a natural cut. Hand lettered and carved by Teucer Wilson. It is very attractive and quite fitting to Bob. I helped lower it into the hole.

The engraved picture is a copy of the rose from Bob's lute, a mediaeval design.

About twenty people turned up on this sunny day to help erect it and put flowers on the grave. Nina seemed quite pleased.

Ho-Hum birthday blues

Mum's birthday tomorrow - no point sending her anything except a card. Anything else she will forget as soon as it arrives. At least a card on the table with our names in big writing will be something she can remember.

And now it's time to walk up the hill to St Michael and All Angels, the church in Dalton. Bob Glover, a friend of around 22 years was buried there last year and today his headstone is being erected, at an auspicious time.

On Saturday, at 10 am I went there with some other friends to dig the hole for it. An enjoyable morning and I hope that today will have the same atmosphere.