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Even more reason to find this statement funny:

"If Facebook ever shuts down, you'll see people roaming the streets shoving pictures in others faces screaming 'Do you like this!?..DO YOU??"

I hope it happens. No-one will be any worse off. Actually, I would argue that many people would be better off.

It might actually force some people to maintain personal relations...in person. Suddenly, the logistics of actually contacting someone, facing them, looking at them, and speaking to them will appear as almost unsurmountable obstacles. So sad.

My dad and I went for a nice long walk with our wicker baskets, some coffee, a book on mushroom identification and my camera.

It was nice. I have now dried them all in the oven and already some were used for the Spaghetti Bolognese we had for tea.

Here's a shot of some Amethyst Deceiver before they slipped into my basket:)

Unsure how it deceives, but it's sure attractive. Loads were just popping out of the ground and I might have to go back to pick them in a weeks time.

Didn't manage to get a photo this time, but here's one from last time:

Found this funky fly with amazing eyes:

"I know it looks like some really cool shades, but it's my eyes. Really! Yes, they are striped, you're right - I've never thought of that!"

So after a while spent desperately trying to find some spiders, I stumbled across two of these fellas. They look terrifying with their spiked spikes, and remind me of a character in a book my dad read to me when I was a child. The character is called "The Terrible Sadistro", and in the story, he basically captures innocent bugs and puts them in his terrible prison for no reason whatsoever. He captures a ladybird called Marietta and the heroic boyfriend - whose name escapes me - gets loads of other insects involved in a rescue mission the crux of which includes Sadistro being squashed under a twig. All very dramatic.

So tonight, I got to see the caterpillar which may have been the inspiration for the book:

Behold The Terrible Sadistro - he takes ladybirds as slaves in his secret den...and probably does unspeakable things to them.

I managed to find a fair few bugs, but because I had chosen the warmest part of the day, all the bugs were far too active and thus really difficult to photograph. Also, the sun was a bit harsh, so I had to find shady spots to work in.

Here's a spider hanging out at the top of a nettle near our compost.

"Why is my belly so itchy?"

Nice to photograph a bit again. May have to do it more often.

I was supposed to write an assignment, but due to a missed course day, I failed entirely at understanding the task at hand and thus elected to go fishing instead.

The water was clearer than schnapps and/or vodka. I was entirely alone on the coast. Birds were singing and I felt the sun on my face.

I started out with a piggy on the bombarda and fished a stretch of about 300 meters in 30 minutes. Nothing at all. I swapped to the 12g stripper, but lost it to a very stubborn bit of seaweed after 10 minutes and swapped back to a Polar Magnus on the bombarda and fished back the stretch to the car. On my last cast, the line got all tangled and snapped by the fly so I lost that as well.

I did get to try out my new wading jacket and can't understand why I haven't acquired one before now. It's great with the pockets and my new net sits nicely in the loop on the back for just that. Ohh, and the extra handwarming softly lined pockets behind the other pockets. It's magic.

I know it's not Thanksgiving until Thursday, but today we had a Sunday roast and decided it was our Thanksgiving meal.

The procedure:

Chicken with parsnips, garlic, red onion and carrots.

Mix butter with fresh chopped coriander.

Slip your fingers under the skin of the chicken and rub it with the butter. Cover the chicken with bacon and pour some white wine over the chicken:

Chicken ready for the oven

Stick it in the oven at 200 degrees for ages and ages:

Chicken in the oven

Do some veg so it's ready in time for the chicken to come out. Pour the liquid around the chicken into a suitable receptacle and peel the meat off the chicken. Serve with the bacon and yum it up with the family:

Yummy meal for Sunday

Keep the bones and all the rest of the stuff left over. Put it in a large pot with a bit more white wine, some vegetable stock, an onion and whatever bits of vegetables that are going off in the fridge. Cover with water and boil for ages and ages:

Soupy loveliness, here with chili and brocolli.

So not only do you get a great Sunday lunch but also another two meals from the soup cooked on the bones and all the veg you would probably have thrown away anyway.

Happy Thanksgiving.

But then I remembered having seen a small icon on my android phone to do with flickr. It turns out that my phone will upload and integrate seamlessly with a flickr account and so...I now have a flickr.

This is my flickr

It's solely for the purpose of having somewhere to story the photos taken with my phone, and it works startingly well for exactly that.

On the photo note, I have started to rediscover my creativity and interest in photography.

I suppose that is healthy and my wife agress. I have started always having the camera in the car with me to and from work and find myself stopping more often than I had expected.

Took this on the way to work the other day:

Stopped in a pleasant beechforest on the way to work and played a bit.

I love forests.

Instead, I have had some very nice evenings by the sea. I have caught the sunsets and watched porpoises play in the evening light. That calm and quiet sensation of being there, just feeling the waves and the air move around you and the sounds and smells become amplified by the feeling of being present. That feeling of being part of nature and not just a witness. That's why I go fishing.

Going again tonight and looking forward to testing my new kit.:)