It’s happening again

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Four whole days before the start of the next football season, and we’ve just decided to sell one of our key players.

But that’s fine, because we have more than adequate back up and squad depth for that position.

Oh. Wait. No. No, we don’t.

OK, so maybe not at the moment, but there are still [checks notes] a whole four days before the season starts. We can surely find exactly the right player(s), get them signed, registered, trained up and adapted to our system in the next 72 hours, so that they’re ready to go on Saturday evening, right?

Well, probably not.

But at least we got a HUGE sum of money for him.

Considerably less, you say? Like what?

Oh, so like less than half what you originally told us, and now some of which we have to give to another team?

Great. Just great.

When we’ve sold players just before the start of a season before, things have gone hideously wrong.

Obviously, things could be much, much worse, but then that’s not a good bar to aim for.

Can we please not mess up this season before it’s even begun?

Sheeps on a train

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Not quite the excitement or peril of Samuel L Jackson wrestling with venomous reptiles at 35,000ft, but a worthwhile sequel nonetheless.

Thing is, it seems like there’s no specific rule that forbids you from taking a sheep on a train in Scotland. I found this out from this news article in which a man took a sheep on a train in Scotland, and the railway company said that it was fine for him to do that.

Mr Gibson said the lamb, whom he calls NJ, was the latest of many pet sheep he has cared for over the years.

What an odd relationsheep.

ScotRail’s policy on animals on onboard trains states domestic pets are welcome and that includes dogs, cats or tortoises.

Ewe must put them on a lead or in a cage, though.

He says he has been travelling by train with his pet lamb because he cannot drive due to suffering from blackouts.

And the sheep is too young to get its licence.

Honestly. I’ve herd everything now.

Quota Kestrel

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A long but fun day celebrating Mrs 6000’s birthday. There were gifts, there was a really good lunch, there was even a bit of time to chill out this afternoon.

Oh, and there was incredible wind, as well.

We – like the UK – are in for a rough day or two.

But now I’m knackered, so here’s a quota Rock Kestrel – a Rooivalk – from Agulhas last month.

Obliging little guy sat on an old telegraph pole very patiently for just as long as I needed to shoot him.

Thanks for that.

Heading home

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Not me. I’ve been here all along.

Nope – it’s back to the Mother City for Little Miss 6000 and her classmates. Communication has been sporadic, but I know that it was a cold queue at the border crossing this morning:

To be fair, it wasn’t that much warmer down here last night.

They seem to have a great time though, and the photos of the scenery from the N7 aren’t half bad:

It will be great to have all the family back together. Red wine, roaring fire, good times… and – I would imagine – a very early night.

It has made me think that we need to head up that way again soon. Yes, further even than this.