Payday is tomorrow, and money a bit tight after my camping trip (also because I paid for my June camping trip too).
I had £3.83 left on my account. Then I saw an email that Neofeud (from @silverspookgames ) is currently discounted. I went to check, and with the discount it was *exactly* £3.83 . A sign if I ever saw one ! I bought the game obviously ! Payday being tomorrow, it's fine 😀
I'm a point and click fan, and so far I'm liking it, I'll give a review once I played a bit more !
Maybe there are folk historians here who can help me.
I notice in the UK places where geological or ancient features are explained with stories involving the devil (the devil's jumps in West Sussex, The Devil's Dyke near Brighton, the Devil's Chair in Shropshire).
The devil in those stories doesn't sound like the Christian devil.
Are these pre-Christian tales that originally related to other gods/daemons and after Christianisation were all lumped as "the devil" ?
During my walk this morning I passed a small lake and saw lots of #spawns having a feast on tree flowers that had fallen to the surface.
I was seeing a lot of frog eggs around a few weeks ago, so here's the result guess !
During the walk I also saw a #heron, my first #dragonfly of the year and I even saw a few #swallows ! We never get too many of those around here, I don't think they stay long.
Nature's busy for sure at the moment !
Here's a traditional French/Canadian #folk song, played on a tremolo #harmonica (Suzuki Humming in D) with some electronic backing (making it #electrofolk of #folktronica )
I recorded this back in January (2025)
It's called "Isabeau s'y proméne", there are various variants of this song- and even more variants on the overall theme: the lost ring (you can see various variants on the theme here: https://www.chants-populaires-francais.com/Regroups/Anneau_perdu./princip.html )
Rouge, le vin
Comme un vendredi
Soir.
Rouge, le vin
Comme ma vie.
The whole week I await
This moment.
Is it addiction,
Is it torment ?
Rouge, le vin
Comme l'espoir perdu de
Mes cinquantes ans.
Red is the wine
And I cry
For the lost times
Of my life.
Rouge, le vin
Comme un vendredi
Soir.
Rouge, le vin
Comme ma vie.
They've cut down the trees in an area that's part of one of my regular walks 😭
On the one hand, it's sad to see the trees gone, on the other, if it wasn't for #forestry , there probably wouldn't be any woods to begin with. It would probably be all fields.
The trees they cut down are sweet chestnuts using a technique called #coppicing where they cut down the trees to a stump every 10 to 20 years, then let them regrow.
