The blog seems to have ground to a halt somewhat, what with the twin disciplines of Work and Baby (and to a lesser extent Garden, Twitter, Dungeons & Dragons and Making Biscuits) taking up all my waking hours, including a good many hours when no sensible person should be awake at all.
I really hope to be back before too long, as not blogging makes me terribly unhappy, but I fear it's not going to be anytime very soon. In the meantime, I shall set you a jolly Dave-style quiz, which is:
1. Who is this?
and
2. What does he have to do with this field?
A prize will be awarded for the most entertaining answer, irrespective of correctness.
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I want to say it's something to do with the Owlman of Mawnan, but he looks too much like a terrier. Is it the Puppyman of Mawnan?
Lovely to have you back, even fleetingly.
It's Gordon Brown trying to smile; and that field is where The Labour Voter lives, behind a buttercup.
Your link just takes one to my blog in general, rather than to a specific quiz. However (the spooky bit) today's post, put up only moments ago (ie after your post, but before I had read it) is a picture quiz, one of which I haven't put up for many, many months.
More spooky still, tomorrow's post (already written, and post-dated) is entitled 'Serendipity'.
The picture is, clearly, St. Isidore the Farmer (1070-1130), patron saint of set-aside fields.
Having had another look at the photo, the word 'Thomas' on the chap's clothing may be a give-away.
It's the Rev. W. V. Awdry, isn't it?
Ooh, I missed that bit.
Is it Tom O'Connor?
Is it Gwilym, patron saint of disguising an unusually long neck by wearing a billowy collar that looks a little like a potato?
Is the field the site of the so-called 'miracle of the field' where an angel spoke to him saying "fear not for in time God will create shoulder-pads. And lo, these will deflect attention from long necks. And the shoulder-pads will spread across the world. And there will be Dallas. And there will be Dynasty. And there will be Falcon Crest.
Blimey, this is good stuff.
This is clearly St Thomas the Fritterer, patron saint of shirking.
Also pictured is the garden in which he would often spend entire days eating biscuits while daydreaming about d20 roleplaying systems and social networking sites when he really ought to have been out getting martyred or something.
Didn't you once undertake never to publish images of your Welsh cousins and their cynllygoch?
It's the Medieval Tony Robinson, and the field is where he stood and predicted that in several centuries time strangely-jumpered men with beards would labour with spade and JCB to uncover his long-buried enthusiasm.
No?
Not sure about the field, but that's definitely Archbishop Peter Crouch.
Is it a view from above of a crocodile, and then the same crocodile, camouflaged?
The prize should go to whoever kitted it out in the mask and neck warmer.
The picture is me, and that is my field.
Get the hell out of my field!
a. St Quentin, the patron saint of prisons.
b. Dave's real back garden, not the one he photoshops on his blog.
a) Thomas Becket
b) Glasney College
"In Polsethow shall habitations, or marvelous things be seen."
Reginald Molebotherer in his patented 'molebothering' hat surveying his next target area.
Is it St Michael of Eavis, founder of the original Glastonbury in the 13th century and this is the field where many plainchanters, plyphonists and minstrels gathered?
Oooh, Nibus wins on actual accuracy grounds (the Actual Accuracy Grounds are not the field depicted in the photograph), but there's fierce competition for the most entertaining answer.
But on balance, which I'm not really, because I've had a glass of wine and I don't normally have a glass of wine, but it's the cat's 10th birthday, so it's a special occasion...on balance, I think the prize goes to Cynical Ben...no, LC...no, Cynical Ben!
Congratulations Cynical Ben, allow me to present you with your prize, a signed photograph of Thomas Becket, Archbishop of Canterbury, as he appeared in a dream to Bishop Bronescombe of Exeter in 1265, telling him to go to Cornwall, look for a boggy wood with bees in it, and build an enormous ecclesiastical college there.
Frankly I'm not sure what Kevin McCloud would have to say about the wisdom of building an enormous ecclesiastical college in the middle of a bee-infested boggy wood, but Kevin McCloud wasn't around in the 13th century, so Bishop Bronescombe did as he was told and founded Glasney College in Penryn, in what is now that field in the photograph.
(It got knocked down by Henry VIII in 1548 in the Dissolution of the Monasteries, which is a shame, because if it hadn't, Penryn would probably still be the county town of Cornwall. But still, some of the stone from it went to build our house, so it's still here in spirit).
What a lovely prize. I promise not to sell it on e-bay
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