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Putting the ‘suss’ in Sussex

Well, you didn’t think we’d put the ‘sex’ in Sussex, did you? Too much hard work.

I have to be cute about the exact town, since that plus the name of the house (not really Badger House) is sufficient unto a mailing address. Houses with names are common here, but our whole neighborhood is houses that are named but not numbered. That’s just how special we are. I think I can safely say Sussex.

Heh heh. Weasel make funny. The county of Sussex is so wide that, for administrative purposes, it has been divided into West and East Sussex since the Twelve Century. Had to be, since you couldn’t ride a horse from one end to the other in a day.

The motto of Sussex is “We wun’t be druv” — which means I shall end my life as it began: in the company of stubborn, illiterate rednecks

Badger House is walking distance from the nearest good sized town and a few miles from the English Channel. On a clear day, we can stand on the shore and see France, but not well enough to get a missile lock. We are surrounded on all sides by acres and acres of sheep. This is serious farming country, for reals.

Our usual roaming territory is wider, stretching from Canterbury in the East, where the Cathedral is, to Salisbury Plain in the West, where Stonehenge is, to London in the North, where there are no British people left at all.

That covers many impossibly cool places and things, about which it will be my pleasure to blog — as I am all politicked out for a while and sick to death of the stupid economy.

Comments


Comment from Lokki
Time: December 8, 2008, 7:41 pm

How ARE sheep as neighbors? I mean, cows are dull but can be rather smelly. Horses are nicer smelling (if you can counr on a breeze, I rather like the smell) but they can be inquisitive about what’s on Your side of the fence. I don’t really know sheep very well.


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: December 8, 2008, 7:43 pm

Weasel, I wonder if you really understand HOW EFFING EXCITED WE ALL ARE THAT YOU’RE GONNA EXPLORE THE WHOLE OF SOUTHERN ENGLAND AND BLOG IT ALL FOR US MINIONS!

Honest…we’ve only been waiting for this for a year or more!

It’s gonna be waaaaay better than a tour guide. You will be bringing that special Bene-Mustelid Weasel-Sense to all your observations.

I think others might agree with me….


Comment from Lipstick
Time: December 8, 2008, 7:52 pm

At least you’re not putting the “sux” in Sussex.

πŸ™‚


Comment from scubafreak
Time: December 8, 2008, 8:01 pm

So, can I safely recommend “Black Sheep, the movie” as this evenings entertainment? πŸ˜‰


Comment from nbpundit
Time: December 8, 2008, 8:17 pm

In your list of to go places, here’s a delight.

http://www.ukvillages.co.uk/village/Lover-Wiltshire


Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: December 8, 2008, 8:32 pm

Weas, just keep in mind that you are competing with Rachel Lucas to see who can write the most interesting Life in Britain posts. She won’t get there until February, so you have a good head start!


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: December 8, 2008, 8:57 pm

Heh. I’ve traded a few emails with her on the subject, Mrs P. I think there’s enough Britain to go around. I’m more worried about competing with McGoo’s construction posting.

There’s a small triangular field in front of our front garden where the rams are penned, Lokki. They’ve cut a notch in the hedge so I can see them while I toil at the kitchen sink. My gentlemen sheep, I calls them.

Alas, my gentlemen weren’t there when I arrived, so I asked the farmer who owns them whereabouts they be at. Seems they’re on happy duty from November to March, making new laa bams for Spring.

The lady sheep are across a drainage ditch at one end of the house, and across a road behind. There’s a Winter crop in the field at the other end of the house.

I truly don’t know from sheep, but they seem placid and sheep-like enough. Heh. I may end up as the famous Weasel, illustrator of sheep.


Comment from Rachel Lucas
Time: December 8, 2008, 9:28 pm

Oh my, I could never compete with the Weasel. She is the kind of funny I would pay money to be.

Weasel, does it freak you out when people speak of you in the third person on your own blog like I just did?

I’m writing you an email right now to tell you more, but we are going to be almost-neighbors, I think. Unless I’m looking at the map wrong. How big could England be anyway? Smaller than Texas, I know that much.

“Rupert” is over there right now. He says it’s cold. I believe him.


Comment from Muslihoon
Time: December 8, 2008, 10:07 pm

I’m tuckered out of politics and the economy also. But guess when I’m studying for the next six weeks, in two classes on Saturday? Economics! I’m so depressed by the time classes end at 4.

I would absolutely love to read about England from the Perspective of a Weasel.


Comment from Jill
Time: December 8, 2008, 11:27 pm

“We are surrounded on all sides by acres and acres of sheep”…and nobody’s put the sex in Sussex???

πŸ˜‰


Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: December 8, 2008, 11:41 pm

I was, of course, kidding. You two are both great. I can’t wait to read your collective England posts.


Comment from Tennessee
Time: December 8, 2008, 11:49 pm

Oh you two ladies have GOT to get together! Sure, England might not survive the the explosion of awesomeness that will result but that’s a risk I’m willing for England to take.


Comment from iamfelix
Time: December 9, 2008, 6:35 am

My only experience with sheep was the first year I was a school bus driver — I had a windy, narrow dirt road at the end of my route, and I’d come bouncing down it in the dark, round a sharp turn and find the road completely blocked by the critters, staring at me … sheepishly. They wouldn’t move, and it was before we had 2-way radios on the bus, so I’d have to find a semi-responsible student to run up to the owner’s house and roust him out of bed to herd them back where they belonged.


Comment from geoff
Time: December 9, 2008, 6:57 am

At least you’re not putting the β€œsux” in Sussex

…but she might thing about putting the “suxses” in Sussex.

I’d like to put in a request for pub pictures. Pub of the Week pictures. Lots of pubs with lots of pictures. Of the pubs.

Pub pictures.


Comment from jdub
Time: December 9, 2008, 10:12 am

I want to visit!
(Srsly, my ambition is to one day live in that part of old Blighty myself.)
Sounds lovely!
Or is that lurvely?


Comment from Muslihoon
Time: December 9, 2008, 12:59 pm

Top o’ the morning!

Oh, wrong country.

Hullo, guv’na!


Comment from memomachine
Time: December 9, 2008, 1:40 pm

Hmmm.

Something very funny but a bit off-topic:

“Chindogu”. Ever hear of it? Funny as heck but evidently it’s a specific Japanese word for an invention that’s completely useless.

Chindogu: The World’s 10 Most Pointless Inventions

My favorite? #4 “#Noodle Eater’s Hair Guard”

Holy s–t! What a strange world.


Comment from Joanna
Time: December 9, 2008, 3:14 pm

All I know about sheep is James Herriot’s description that they were little wooly things on a hill, except for two months during lambing season when they where the sum total of his country vet’s existence. Then they went back to being little wooly things on a hill again.

For a moment there I was going to make a crack about Cruella de Vil living in Sussex, but then I remembered it was Suffolk. (It’s mentioned in the book, which is much, much, much better than any of the movies). So, that’s out. I’ll have to find something else to razz you about.


Comment from dfbaskwill
Time: December 9, 2008, 3:29 pm

Do the remaining British there blame us Americans for the recession? Your area sounds like the place good ole Sherlock Holmes retired to. How are the bees there?


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: December 9, 2008, 4:42 pm

dfbaskwill – the BBC (about as impartial as the NYT) is desperately pushing the government line – that the recession is all the fault of the USA. Sadly, a lot of idiots seem to have swallowed this nonsense, thus letting the worst government the country has ever suffered off the hook.

Not sure about bees… and no sightings of the deer stalkered one, so far πŸ˜‰


Comment from dfbaskwill
Time: December 9, 2008, 5:37 pm

Check on the bees next spring. I hope they are doing better there than they are here. Some kind of fungus killing them all, putting crops at peril. Doomsday scenarios everywhere nowadays. Even Sherlock couldn’t help at this point, he was supposed to have retired to the South to take care of bees after the last of the stories came out. (And I guess they might as well blame us Yanks for the mess we are in. Just so they praise us again in good times!)


Comment from nicole
Time: December 9, 2008, 7:00 pm

I have wanted for a long time to visit England and I’m glad to know the parts I am most interested in are thus far surviving the coming takeover by the rabbling hordes. πŸ™‚ The husband and I were supposed to get to Scotland, Ireland, England last spring and were foiled by massive work emergencies.

Haven’t commented in awhile due to road trip-ness, but I’m glad to be reading that you and the kitteh survived the trip and are safely ensconced in your country manor. πŸ™‚


Comment from MCPO Airdale
Time: December 9, 2008, 9:15 pm

Ahh, a Southerner!


Comment from Vmaximus
Time: December 10, 2008, 3:53 pm

My Grandparents came here from Sussex in 1916. I never knew where in Sussex, (I actually thought Sussex was a town) I will have to ask my mom if she knows.


Comment from nbpundit
Time: December 10, 2008, 6:03 pm

Oh my, a Texas lass emigrating to England? Is the country
big enough for the both of you?
A blogawhammie by the duo lasses would be a good thing.

Heh™


Comment from Nike Basketball Shoes
Time: December 17, 2014, 6:48 am

Intolerable for the U.S. It’s not peace but a recipe for either mass pressure on Israel from all points
of the compass or the U.S. just walking away or both.

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