Here's another thing I used to do when there was nowt much to see from the hide. One particular hide had a huge hardboard Bearded Tit screwed to the side wall. It was about 3m high ! Well, over a period of a couple of months "we" that is, any of us conspirators who were in there on us own, we would shift it a bit to the right. About 3 inches at a time. There were only 4 screws holding it in place, so it wasn't too tricky, as long as you had the right stuff with you. We got really quick too... with two of us it took about 5 minutes. On a couple of occasions people came in while we we in mid-shift. We told them we had found it on the floor, so we were putting it back. It worked. Every time. Eventually,after a few weeks of gradually trundling rightwards, it got to the right edge of the wall. Nobody seemed to have noticed, which was a bit disappointing really. So, over the next couple of months, we slowly shifted it back ... and not only that, we carried on moving it further and further leftwards, so it finished up tight against the left-hand corner ! For the first half of the return trip it was really quick because we used the old screw-holes. Synergy ! Our final, and most amazing thing was .... we made another one !! It wasn't too hard to match the colours .. .it wasn't perfect,but it was pretty close. Nobody seemed to notice the difference anyhow. They're still there to this day ! Side by side, neat as 'owt !! We did consider making more of them, but we didn't want to push our luck .... we were amazed that we'd got that far. We've considered shrinking them little by little, week by week ...and then, of course, growing them back again. That's what happens in Roald Dahl's Nab Wrc.... which is, of course, the Welsh version of Esio Trot. Except it's a tortoise not a Bearded Tit . But enough of dreams ....it's time for Bon Iver ( Bon hiver ) and the interestingly titled "Holocene" .... Someway, baby, it's part of me, apart from me
You're laying waste to Halloween You fucked it friend, it's on its head, it struck the street You're in Milwaukee, off your feet And at once I knew I was not magnificent Strayed above the highway aisle (Jagged vacance, thick with ice) I could see for miles, miles, miles 3rd and Lake it burnt away, the hallway Was where we learned to celebrate Automatic bought the years you'd talk for me That night you played me 'Lip Parade' Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree Saying nothing, that's enough for me And at once I knew I was not magnificent Hulled far from the highway aisle (Jagged vacance, thick with ice) I could see for miles, miles, miles Christmas night, it clutched the light, the hallow bright Above my brother, I and tangled spines We smoked the screen to make it what it was to be Now to know it my memory And at once I knew I was not magnificent High above the highway aisle (Shake it, fake it, stick with us) I could see for miles, miles, miles
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