well, in truth, no. as it happens there was no donkey derby as such, and they didn't quite come to town. but still it remains so that i did see some donkeys (or donkies) on my travels. since such is reasonably interesting i opted, or otherwise elected, to share such here, look you see. there are a few out there who will catch the reference in the title, though.
a further "no" would be that this was not in that there London (innit). for a change i went off to inspect, or roam, another part of the land. ostensibly i was based in Blackburn (of Lancashire) but appeared to spend more (or most) of my time in and around the Lake District. a quite lovely place; one which holds rather fond memories for moi from the 80s. to answer any question lingering in your mind as to where i was based, no, i did not see (or rather count) so much as one hole there, let alone four thousand.
mostly, or if you will for the most part, i took these pictures and video (yes, we have got a video) for a couple of dear friends. one in particular, as they have a strong emotional link to the welfare of these wonderful creatures, but such is not my story to tell. i suspect neither would mind me placing them, the images and video, here for anyone else who has an interest. especially as my new phone what has a camera welded to it appears to have taken some decent images for a change.
do i even know what a donkey derby is? not exactly. i suspect, based on the name and association of a specific definition of the latter word, that it is some quite class race what they have donkeys do. perhaps just for fun, but as with all things in this country undoubtedly some shall place bets on the outcome. good luck to them, and i hope the donkeys enjoy it all. can't ever recall actually being in attendance at a donkey derby, but maybe i was once, in my youth, at some seaside concern or other.
video is above, then, as if not promised then stated as would appear. indeed i have once again gone right ahead and used that smart VHS camcorder thing for it, because why not. those static lines, or signs of tape damage, give it a rather special, human feeling, i think. possibly.
how were things in Lancashire? well, not entirely as i expected or suspected, coming as i do from the far superior lands of Yorkshire. for a start it appears someone has taught them all the secret of fire, or maybe someone stole the knowledge. overall their interpretation of what a civilised society is like appears to have come on leaps and bounds. indeed all were quite friendly. perhaps they have all just come to accept their lot in life and are no longer quite cross about the fact that they are not of Yorkshire. lovely that there is now peace between our cultures. if anything, any anger or resentment the people of Blackburn had was directed at Burnley, with the express wish of destroying the place.
in my time momentarily admiring the donkeys (a brief break from verk matters) a rather nice lady came along and drew my attention to the sign on the gate. this sign is reasonably legible in the first image, giving one a warning of being bitten off of a donkey. very wise to keep a distance. often we see animals which appear cute, such as a koala or panda, and assume they shall be have so. true, yes, strictly speaking (in terms of that comparison) no, a donkey is not a bear. but, still, you know.
perhaps it is just me (who certainly does not read what i write, but thank you for doing so) but it does feel like a good deal more wildlife has been showcased here on my blog this year than would be normal. and why not, really.
be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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