No gambolling
Aug. 26th, 2010 04:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyToday I have been to Hamilton, Wool Capital of the World. No, really, that's what they call themselves. They have an annual Sheepvention and everything. (That's not why I was there.) There was a large pole on a street corner with notices pinned to it, and this little chap and five of his friends were on top of it:
Nearby was a wall with fifteen more of them looking down on passers-by.
We have had a lot of rain recently and the paddocks I passed today (Hamilton is about an hour north of the City by the Sea) were still flooded, more lake than field. Some of them had swans (black) on them. Also, lots and lots of lambs (they weren't actually in the water), but it was cold and wet and they were huddled by their mums. Not a day for gambolling or frolicking, apparently.
As well as rain, late winter means wattles, great drifts of them, with the blossoms scattered on the ground like yellow snowflakes.
Pretty little puffs of yellow, but avoid if you have hay-fever.
Nearby was a wall with fifteen more of them looking down on passers-by.
We have had a lot of rain recently and the paddocks I passed today (Hamilton is about an hour north of the City by the Sea) were still flooded, more lake than field. Some of them had swans (black) on them. Also, lots and lots of lambs (they weren't actually in the water), but it was cold and wet and they were huddled by their mums. Not a day for gambolling or frolicking, apparently.
As well as rain, late winter means wattles, great drifts of them, with the blossoms scattered on the ground like yellow snowflakes.
Pretty little puffs of yellow, but avoid if you have hay-fever.