April 2011 – Sam Bail

I’ve been busy doing groundbreaking research, training for the Manchester 10k run and playing with Gethin in the past couple of weeks, please excuse the lack of posts. Normal services will be resumed next week.

Here’s a few rabbit action shots to cheer you up. You know you want it.

Bunny likes to climb things. And people.

We tricked him into posing with some cherry blossoms for Easter cards by pretending they were tasty. He totally fell for it. Ha!

One day, his nosiness will get him into trouble.

Tug tug tug nip nip pull pull tug bite bite chew bite lick tug tug tug tug nip nip.

The fact that something is on the floor which usually isn’t on the floor gets the bunny madly excited. ‘Dude…it’s…it’s a backpack! On the FLOOR! How crazy is that, man?’

Is it just me or does he look like a guinea pig/horse/cat crossbreed sometimes?

Paws and slippers.

I sowed some cress in a plastic tub, as a present to him on Easter Sunday. He had a little nibble, probably just out of politeness, then went back to destroying our furniture. Ah well.

Escape, escape.

I don’t know what happened in Wales during the last few ice ages, but it must have been pretty intense. The west coast of Wales pretty much consists of hills, mountains, mountain-like hills, rivers, lakes, estuaries, and sheep. I presume the sheep came after the ice age (who knows…), but everything else looks like it has been scrunched up and folded and squeezed and punched by incredibly powerful giant ice masses. This is also what I imagine the Welsh did with their language – scrunch the words, fold and squeeze them, add a few ls and ys and ds here and there to make it completely illegible.

I went to Snowdon last year, which, while certainly offering a decent walk in surprisingly nice weather, was rather unimpressive. This time we staying for a weekend, exploring the area around Barmouth (Abermaw in Welsh) and climbing Cadair Idris, which is Wales’ second most popular mountain. Well, ‘mountain’. To summarise the weekend: I ate honey ice cream, and saw sheep, and drank ale, and saw sheep, and went up on a hill, and saw sheep, and watched the sun set over the sea while drinking cider, and saw sheep, and learned Welsh, and saw sheep, and had pie and chips, and saw sheep, and went to Happy Valley, and saw sheep, and played with frog spawn, and saw sheep. I loved it!

I’ve been putting off this post for a week because I’ve not been feeling particularly chatty, but the pictures are really nice, so please enjoy the ensuing silence and look at some pretty photos while I’m gathering strength for a first class rant. Or a rabbit post. Or a ranty rabbit post.