On a horse called autumn ...

I knew the title to my post was from a poem but I cannot find it on the internet so I dug out a book of poetry entitled 'Love, Love, Love - The new love poetry' first published 1967 by Corgi 552 07789 5, which has a lot of great poems and well worth hunting down - the price then was 25p (or 5 old shillings). I found another copy recently in a second hand book shop which set me back £2 but well worth every penny. The poem is by Brian Patten and I might post it later.

No need, I finally found a copy here: 'On a horse called autumn'

Extreme security measures

High level Anti-terror security procedure or someone's idea of a joke.

This litter bin is on the route that GW Bush's cavalcade took, on the way to Stormont, but pulling a plastic bag over the bin to prevent suspect devices from being planted there must be a leg pull.

Mustn't it!!?

Spring is in the air

A sure sign spring isn't too far off ... the snowdrops that are appearing in gardens everywhere.

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing.

Thomas Nashe (1567–1601)