It appears that Dave and I should be in prison. Our home country (UK) is truly weird. We keep up with the British news courtesy of the London Times newspaper website, which yesterday informed us that a law is still in place (since 1937) – “The Grey Squirrels (Prohibition of Importation and Keeping) Order” which introduced a five pound fine (in today’s money some 295 British Pounds or about $450) if you do not notify the authorities of grey squirrels presence on your land.
Our place in Wales, Cefn Derwen, has battalions of grey squirrels doing manoeuvres, crossing the track which leads to it, scuttling along overhead telephone cable, cracking nuts and grinning facetiously at us as we pass. Clearly we should have reported them many times. But who too? I am reminded of the famous play set at the time of the nuclear holocaust ‘When the Wind Blows’ in which a dear old couple fail to understand what is going on outside their home, but feel that they should notify ‘the authorities’. They settle on the Water Board (that’s the UK water supply company!) as the only ‘authority’ they can think of. Perfectly logical, no?
The reality is that grey squirrels now outnumber reds in UK by 66 to 1 (how do they know?). And no-one has ever been fined.
In all my scribblings (see end of post!!) I don’t think that I could have dreamed up anything so typically Britishly daft.
AND SO: in todays fitness pictures, it’s REDS versus GREYS…
(that’s an interesting position!)
And, finally, red and grey in harmony!
As for those pesky books…
Give ’em a try, guys… we need the money! Links to the publisher’s webpages and e-books also available from the usual places.