This is Kiwi - the resident parrot at the pub where we had lunch. He's shy with strangers but talks when he feels like it.
Exmoor has it's own Robin Hood -Tom Faggus. Click to read
In spite of the high bank the pub is occasionally flooded
The other side of the bridge in April - the photos in Friday's post were taken last August.
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If the truth be told, is there no a little Tom Faggus in each of us?
I love all the photos of the riverbanks--wish I could walk there.
so what does the parrot say when he speaks?
Jimmy: I'd like to think I had the wit to get the horse shod backwards:)
Leah: I got into conversation with a sweet little boy who was fascinated by the parrot and all I can remember him telling me the parrot could say was 'Cool!'
The parrot just eyed me as I talked to him and the minute I left came out wit a stream of unintelligible stuff which sounded a lot more verbose than 'cool'.
Seeing the bridge plus your reference to Robin Hood, I flashed on the part of the story where Little John beats Robin at a stream crossing and tosses him into the river.
You English have strange customs.
:)
Cheers.
I can't believe they shot the horse!
Randall: but you like us real;y don't you?
Eryl: without a trial! Ruthless lot in the West country. Think of the ones who shone lights so that ships would founder on the rocks so they could pillage.
I, too, am appalled that they shot the horse!!!!
Oh how I want to sit outside with a drink... Lovely
but they shot the horse ! ! !
It's been far too long since I've been down them there parts. Ta for the reminder Pat!
Jen and Parsnip: the phrase 'They shoot horses don't they?' occurred to me so I looked up the origin:
A former bouncer in a marathon dance hall, Horace McCoy, titled his first novel, published in 1935, ''They Shoot Horses, Don't They?'' Its theme was defeatism in life's long dance, its style hard-boiled; its plot centered on the killing of a marathon dancer, a hopeless dere-lict, by her partner, out of what the murderer insisted was kindness, as ''the only way to put her out of her misery.''
Kevin: Are you familiar with this part of Somerset? Countless people came here as children for hols.
such a beautiful place!
Such lovely photos - the arched bridge is wonderful!!
Hmm, pretty. Has the parrot been taught to say anything useful, such as "Hey, watch out, the pub's about to be flooded!"?
poor Winnie!
Debra: it's off the beaten track and we tend to forget about it.
Judy: I'm glad you like it;)
Gadjo: maybe he has different ways of saying 'Cool' which his owners can interpret to mean 'all is well.' or 'Yikes the river's up! Take to the hills!'
LOM: I expect that's what she did. Whinny:)
A friend lived down that way for a few years. Nearly less after we almost collided with a herd of cows one foggy night on the moors.
Kevin: foggy night on the moors - did you see the Baskerville hound?
BTW - in case you don't get my email my comments are being bounced back from Helminthedale and I'm not using foul language or anything.
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