sheeponacid

Hi all, long time visitor, rarely a poster. Thought I'd drop these photos, knees, included. Right city, wrong hemisphere. Top photo circa 1988, bottom snap May this year. Been a tragic since Brian and Peter days, not been so positive since the Bald Eagle had us flying. Once a ram, always a ram. COYR.

Homemade meat n tata pie. Exceptional as always.

What do you call two crows?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
attempted murder

Finally we got some warm summer weather and we spent a day exploring the western countryside.  Found this natural spring pond full of vegetation and young trout and not a tourist in sight.  Lovely.
 

My missus got me personalised plate for my birthday last year, It's my initials 2 numbers and Ram. We haven't got too much money, have never been on holiday abroad and I drive a 8 year old car and drink tea.

Pan fried Dorset rump of lamb, served on bubble and squeak, all washed down with a glass of Rioja Reserva.

When it rains just after you've mowed your lawn. It's taken some serious stress with the recent dry spell and is just about recovering. 

Shepherd's pie with real shepherd's.

Why does everyone up here have a bloody dog. Keep tripping over the bloody things.
Much prefer them on a roof out of the way.

I see your Rucksack wearers and I raise you Baby Wearers. Parents who carry their babies in a 'Sling' which is basically a huge length of fabric which wraps the baby to their bodies.
Now I don't care how people choose to cart their kids around, none of my business, but what does annoy me is how superior these Sling Wearers think they are to other parents. They walk around the park with baby Hugo strapped "naturally" to their chests tutting at buggy users and feeling sorry for all the children that aren't getting the same level of spiritual bonding and closeness.
Hippies in Range Rover Sports.
Now Mrs Parsnip was a baby wearer. We had the slings, (I always carried the kids around in my arms because if I'd have tried to figure out how to wrap a sling i'd have broken necked kids) and the interesting thing is that I was actually the poster boy for a very popular (and ridiculously expensive) sling brand. Mrs Parsnip took a photo of me wearing a sling - sent it in to the company - and for the next 2 years if you went to their website, there was me and baby parsnip, homepage banner... 
Little did the website visitors know how much that good looking dad on the website hated them all.

Seared yellow fin tuna steak finished with garlic and cracked pepper butter for Mandy, griddled pork chops for me in a smoked jack Daniels marinade, both served with a Greek salad and all washed with a glass of Sauvignon Blanc.

Birkrigg common near Ulverston looking over Morecambe bay. Stunning views all around.

I live in Leamington, no one knows what a cob is.

Venice not in the rain 

I'm sorry, puns are not really my field.
Every time I try one, I come a cropper.
 

Shouldn’t that be Aircorn? Sometimes you disappoint me rev. 

Nice day for it

Pan fried rump of Dorset Lamb with a Gorgonzola and pea risotto, all washed down with a glass of Rioja tinto.

Piri piri chicken with a Greek salad, all washed down with a glass of cider.

Lamb chops..