Have you ever wondered how men and women think differently? Take a look at Ruthie above. I know. I have absolutely no idea why the sword is pointing downwards – unless of course she’s finishing off a fallen combatant. Now, if you give a play sword to a bloke and say ‘pose for the camera,’ he’ll hold it like this…
Just a thought.
Robin Hood in Sherwood stood,
Hooded and hatted and hosed and shod.
Lincoln Cathedral manuscript c. 1410
Who was this “Robin Hood” anyway? I’d seen the film with Kevin Costner in, the film with Russell Crowe in, even the film with Errol Flynn in (which incidentally had one of the greatest tag lines I’ve had privilege to come across)…
It was fair game for Betsy Beth and Beer to investigate so, armed with my Robin Hood paperback by David Baldwin, we set off for the very place where the legend would surely be rumbled - Sherwood Forest…
We’d travelled to The Ostrich Inn at Longford, Derbyshire to celebrate Imbolc Eve. After having met up with Ken and June, we traipsed along to Longford Church to “bathe ourselves in history”. Then, as mentioned in Part 1, it was time to get muddy, but before that, I was struck down with a severe case of pereidolia…
‘I can’t believe you’re ready to go so soon,’ Ruthie said, glancing up at the clock which told her it was only 9.30 on a Saturday morning.
‘Yep,’ I replied, folding my arms and giving her a smug grin. ‘I sure am. I’m … what’s the phrase? … Ahead of the Game! Yep. Ahead of the game, that’s me.’
If I was a smoker this would have been the time to take a cigarette and throw it into my mouth in a calm, cool, superior manner. But I’m not. I suppose I could have done something similar with gum, like Jackie Chan…
But I didn’t have any. So I attempted to put my hands in my pockets but my jumper was in the way so I sort of stroked the outside of my thighs and then quickly refolded my arms.
Ruthie grimaced. ‘So you think I’m impressed?’
I shrugged and gave a smile drenched in uber-efficiency. I then leant forward a bit and whispered, ‘Ahead of the game dear!’
She put her hands on her hips and sighed. ‘So have you sorted out the water carrier?’ she asked.
My smile disappeared faster than a locust that had inadvertently flown into a Weight Watchers meeting for dieting frogs. ‘Erm….’
‘And what about the electric cable? Have you packed the cable?’
‘What about a change of clothes? Your toiletries? Your wallet!?’
I cringed with embarrassment. ‘I think I’ll start with the water carrier,’ I said and quickly scuttled off into the garage.
This might turn out to be a very long day…
It all started with a Scooby Doo sticker…
After having stuck one on the back of Betsy (in subtle silver), I slowly and inexorably descended into sticker-mania.