#silentsunday
Couple of nice #macro shots I took on our walk yesterday. First Sunday walk without our doggo. We enjoyed it, but of course someone was missing.
My wife reminded me of some more names:
Schnoz-boz, Limpalot (when she hurt her foot), Limpalottie, Pupster McPup.
The physical memory of her presence is what feels so remarkable to me. Sitting in a chair and expecting her to come over and rest her head in my lap…
I read that part of the feeling with the loss of a pet - especially to euthanasia - is the instinct to still want to protect them, but having nowhere for that instinct to go. Rings true.
Our dog died on 16 January 2026. I didn’t know it would hurt this hard. Her name was Lucy, but we also called her:
Schnozzle, Sausage, Poodle, Poodle-Doodle, Puppy, Puppy-Doodle, Bumhole (don’t ask!), Bum-nut (ditto!), Baby Girl, Darling, Noodle, Doodle, Schnoodle doodle, Poods, Poods McNoods, Poodsy, Poodsy schnoods, Gieselbert the Great, Luce, Luce-poose, Darling daughterchen.
My goodness I miss her.
I think UKIP's proposed logo is much more like an iron cross variant than a cross pattée variant
I think UKIP’s proposed logo is much more like an iron cross variant than a cross pattée variant. And that’s fine: let ‘The New Right’ be honest about who they are through their logo.
A decent party would take the feedback and redesign the cross to avoid this terrible association. The fact that they choose instead the call the criticism ‘Christophobia’ tells you everything you need to know about their populist, authoritarian ambitions.
Le Canigou seen from Vinça
Villefranche-de-Conflent is even lovelier when it’s empty in the winter.
Le Canigou taken from the highway on our way back from Villefranche-de-Conflent
Plage des Elmes. The family went swimming - kinda cold!!
The Pyrenees seen from Rodès. #SilentSunday
