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From another frosty Grantchester dog-walk...

This morning on a frosty Grantchester Meadows.

Yesterday morning's dog walk.

I bought this old copper telephone in a Delft antique shop many years ago. I think it's probably Belgian or French and dates from around the 30s. I re-wired it to work on the UK phone network - not very well, I must admit - but the ringer was a pleasing sound. However, it's many years now since we had a landline, and it's just been gathering dust, so I've been taking some photos before putting it on eBay.

I can't help feeling, though, that there must be a lot of history behind this shot. What did those labels mean to whomever wrote them? Whom did they call, what did they talk about? It has a few bumps and scratches, and I wonder where and when it got them? In some office move during the war, perhaps?

How fun it would be to have a time machine...

Cregennen Lakes, Wales

North Wales is very moist. But very pretty.

[caption id="attachment_7812" align="alignnone" width="900"] Beddgelert, Snowdonia[/caption]

Yesterday we attended a rehearsal of the famous Grantchester Bovine Acapella Trio.

Actually, they were trying to reach this particularly tasty tree which was growing just a bit too far out over the river.

We paddled from home, through Grantchester, past Byron's Pool and out towards Hauxton before breakfast this morning. Most enjoyable. This is the mill at Grantchester, taken from just beside Jeffrey Archer's garden.

Saw kingfishers, ducklings, a comorant... Enjoyed a cup of coffee up a little tributary before turning for home.