If you hear the name Brian, what does it mean to you? It may mean Monty Python. It may be your favourite uncle. For me it will always mean Boing! The Magic Roundabout. Now of course Brian never went ‘boing’ that was Zebedee, who was always telling Florence that it was ‘time for bed’. Dylan was always my favourite – one spaced out rabbit if ever there was one. Ermintrude was rather fun but it was always Brian who had the cheery disposition, the sunny smile and a house that was moved with him. This, I suspect, is Brian.
Sadly, Brian was not the star of the show. That honour fell to Dougal. Imagine Dougal as a sort of 1960s Lulu. Now Wikipedia says that Dougal was a Skye terrier. Castor and Pollux. I don’t believe it. He must have had Pomeranian blood in him to look so much like Lulu. Brian is described by Wikipedia as “unsophisticated but well-meaning” – that will do me. That’s my sort of snail.
I did take a couple of other images today – this Indigo Dropwing (female) sat still for ages whilst I took pictures. I have some close ups but I don’t like them. This is the best of a mediocre bunch. I managed to reduce the glare on the wings by using some home-made diffusers for the twin-headed flash. As far as I know you can’t buy them commercially so Mrs. Ha bought a pair of tiny mittens designed for a baby to wear – soft white cloth with elasticated wrists and they just pull over the flash heads – HK$28 the pair – about US$3.50. A true bargain. Well done Mrs. Ha.
And finally, to prove that Lotus time has arrived in Sai Kung, here’s one of the many delightful heads I saw this morning.
Radiant as Lulu. And time for me to radiate off. TTFN. Have a lovely weekend.