I have been in consultation with The
Dear Leader Kim Jong Jon Downes I and it has been decided that I`ll try and do a
Muirhead`s Mysteries blog once a week like I did in its glory days. So here is a
blog about an incident involving an adder in west Cornwall , in around the 1920s or `30s.At a moor
near Trembothick to be precise. I found this out in a book by the poet (now
deceased) and author Mary Hocking, in `Safari West` (1996) page
17.
THE POT AND THE ADDERS
The moors do,unfortunately,
accommodate adders. It was said Trembothick moor was so infested with adders
that no cattle could be turned onto it in the Summer .One day a man, who was
cutting the peat turf on the moor, went to his pot of milk he had placed in the
shade for his refreshment. To his surprise an adder had won him to it(sic). He
placed a large turf upon the receptacle which stopped the adder getting away.
The adder then gave out a most peculiar noise, which attracted more adders
around the pot. These in their turn seemed to call others until, from all parts
of the moor, they had slithered in a straight course and enclasped, one and all,
into a solid heap around the captive and pot.
It did not take long either for the
man to call the other men on the moor to depart until eventide,or to decide a
plan of action ..They decided to place furze around the adder pile which was
said by them to be the size of a large haycock ( a haycock is about 3ft tall)
.They had been cutting peat for the winter`s fuel so they also put this on top
of the furze and set it all alight. The noise made by these creatures was said
to be horrendous and frightening. Similar stories to this have been told of
other moors in the area.
DAVID BYRNE
LAZY
I'm Lazy
when I'm loving
I'm Lazy when I play
I'm lazy with my girlfriend, a thousand times a day
I'm lazy when I'm speakin
I'm lazy when I walk
I'm lazy when I'm dancin
I'm lazy when I talk
I'm Lazy when I play
I'm lazy with my girlfriend, a thousand times a day
I'm lazy when I'm speakin
I'm lazy when I walk
I'm lazy when I'm dancin
I'm lazy when I talk
Open up my
mouth
Air comes rushin out
Nothin doin nada never how you like me now?
Wouldn't it be mad, wouldn't it be fine
Lazy lucky lady dancin lovin all the time
Air comes rushin out
Nothin doin nada never how you like me now?
Wouldn't it be mad, wouldn't it be fine
Lazy lucky lady dancin lovin all the time
No comments:
Post a Comment