Wednesday, 30 January 2013
Monday, 28 January 2013
There is a greater gift than the trust of others, some might call it confidence, others might call it faith but it makes us brave. The label does not matter nor does it make any difference, for it is the thing that frees us, to embrace life itself. It is to trust in our self.
As a writer I suppose I see things from a different angle to, say a photograph or a painter. My tools are words, how to bring what I am thinking to the reader. Like a silversmith works with silver so I am a wordsmith and have a multitude of tools to create with. I see a crow calling and wonder what evil is going to befall us, but on another day I would wonder if that crow is just calling it’s mate and then I wonder where it’s mate is? Caught in last nights storm, tossed about by the gale or just old and too tired to carry on. Depending on my mood I might imagine it to have a gammy wing and a little stiffness in its joints. It might be an old crow and too grumpy to answer.
I once saw a seagull flying through the rain and smoke of Cardiff and immediately knew it to be not long for this world. The crippling smog slowing this gallant bird in search of food and a warm place to rest. It was the way it flew and my melancholy mood that made it so very urgent for me to write this thought down. I ended up writing a short story and I seem to recall it in one of my Chronicles.
Maybe it is time for another Chronicle, anyone interested in sending me a short or long article too include?
We took Robert to Durlston Castle on Saturday, anything to get him out and about. It was almost an education to see the way he went about reading and absorbing the history of the castle and they have a short walk which depicts how long it took for earth to evolve.
Each step you take, they are big steps, moves you a billions years forward. A timeline, as can be seen from the photo I have included. Great fun and it seems to put this whole beginnings of time into perspective, it did for me.
Friday, 25 January 2013
They say men use 7000 words a day, like yes, no, dinner, coffee, not now etc. Well women use 24000 words a day and show lots of feeling with them. For example if they talk to you, you know they like you, it is hard for them not to talk but if they stop then you are dead.
It is Robert Burns night and all over Scotland they will be celebrating their National hero. The Burns Supper is an institution of Scottish life: a night to celebrate the life and works of the national Bard.
According to legend a Burns Supper goes like this:
1.Piping in the guests; A big-time Burns Night calls for a piper to welcome guests.
2. The Selkirk Grace; A short but important prayer read to usher in the meal.
3. Address to the haggis; The honoured reader now seizes their moment of glory by offering a fluent and entertaining rendition of To a Haggis.
4. The meal;
Starter ; Traditional cock-a-leekie soup;
Main course ; Haggis, neeps & tatties
Sweet ; Clootie Dumpling
5. First Poem.
Have we never loved too blindly
Have we never loved too kindly
Never loved and never parted, we would never be broken hearted. Finished off the evening with that immortal poem:
Auld Lang Syne
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!
For auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
Enjoy your weekend
‘I have been rover since my birth’ and I feel it is time to move on. ‘There must be a place in the sun for me.’ How do I get Susan to go with me, Robert is about to move on and Michael has started his journey. Deep down inside I know I need to move on now, where you might ask? I do not know at the moment but if I start it will come to me. Maybe it is not up to me but just life's little journeys we all get caught up in. Susan gets sad looking at travel magazine, she also has itchy feet, should we be so bold? Are we still young enough to start again somewhere different, away.
I am very aware of the limitations to the longevity of my life but am not ready to rest, there is another party in me, one more time when I wake and thank the heavens I am still alive and can experience life as it passes quickly bye, slow the world and allow me time to stand and stare.
What has brought this on you may ask? Well I looked into my wardrobe an realised I had shirts there that were 12 years old and I still wear them!!! Time to move on, i want to be thankful for the small pleasures of a cheap bottle of wine and a roast chicken, see a calf born, be happy it is not raining but know I will pay the price. Rejoice in front of a fire that keeps me warm, eat brakwurst with mustard that burns the top of my nose and let me wake in a fancy hotel room next to Susan, the woman I have been lucky enough to really love.
Tonight I will take out a lottery ticket and let the journey begin.
Why this melancholy, you are justified in asking, the snow, previous blog, and seeing Michael at home in his flat at Uni. He is comfortable and sorted there and I envy his newness of life.
Tonight we have roast pheasant with cocktail sausages and stuffing balls, now that is something new, never eaten pheasant before as I always felt a little hesitant eating such a beautiful bird. I did eat guinea fowl and did not enjoy it, so tonight will be another journey of discovery.
Just an update on the weather, have you noticed they always do the weather at the end of the news. Well in keeping with tradition I will hopefully remember to give you a weather update at the end of my blog. -2 deg C and a 15 mph wind greets anyone who is brave enough to go outdoors. I have no choice as Sam requires a walk everyday and so do I. Today the sea was rough, messy waves and grey skies. On reflection let us go back to what I said at the beginning of this blog.
There must be a place in the sun for me. Maybe just a place I can write, reflect, stare and relax
Thursday, 24 January 2013
Michael return to University coincided with the heaviest snow fall we have had since coming over to the UK. Normally we do not get heavy snow as we are so close to the sea, almost a micro climate with the New Forest behind us and the sea in front.
Sunday after a good Wetherspoon’s breakfast, Sunday morning tradition now, Susan, Michael and I set off to Bristol taking the A350 to Chippingham and then the M4 to Bristol.
As you can see the trees that border the road from Kingston Lacy to Banbury Rings were decorated with white washed snow and the Rings almost not visible.
The A350 is 63 miles to the M4 and takes on average 2 hours, that is an average speed of 30 mph, a narrow, long and winding road with the snow edge encroaching dangerously close to you left wheels.
Every hill we crossed brought new white country side, all seemed too much but Michael and Susan snapped away and the rest can be told of our journey through the slideshow I have included.
Friday, 18 January 2013
After a mild winter so far we woke to a white washed world of snow. As the sun only rises at 8 it was still dark and the street lights pickup the snow covering the cars and road. The weather forecast predicts snow for most of the day leading on to sleet and rain, so what we see now, will melt by dawn tomorrow. Pity as it would have been exciting to drive out into the country and see real deep snow, they have been wrong before in their forecast, so hopefully they get it wrong this time. We have about 100mm of snow at the moment and it is still snowing.
Michael and Robert, late risers at the best of time, are out there trying to snowboard with an old skim board, could be interesting. Robert has no school today as those coming from inland have no bus service today and some people will not be able to get out of their driveways, in the country areas that is, as they have had much heavier snow fall then us.
Taking Susan to work this morning was like driving in a ghost town. Roads deserted but the gritters have done their job and the main routes are fine, just a little slushy.
Will keep you posted if it does get heavier.
Saturday, 12 January 2013
Friday, 4 January 2013
Just as we are getting over Christmas along comes a New Year to top it all. Sometimes I think it is a bit much following so soon after our festivities. New Year resolution's are a much debated topic, what are they? How long will they last?
My feeling is to make a little time for yourself, ‘me time’ and consider all those things you would like to do and evaluate them, are they really feasible. Once you have a clearer understanding on what you would like to achieve then set yourself a goal, small but manageable and stick to it.
In saying that my goal is to buy an Audi A6 Avant. How to go about this without putting myself into huge debt is the goal. My present car is worth £ 4000 and the Audi costs a little more then that. Plan B buy a used Audi. The first hurdle is the model I want will cost about £ 10,000. My specs are for the car to be no older then the one I am driving and not to have done more that 70,000 miles. Hurdle Two is convincing myself that I really need it, Sam is happy in the existing car and he is higher up the pecking order then I am. Hurdle Three, convince Sam to argue my case with the powers that be that it will be a good change. Finally part with my hard earned money! Now there's the rub.
My little brother has a Game Lodge in Africa and has sent me these photographs of his swim with the elephant, that is him in the water and the elephants is watching!!
I am back at work on Monday so if anyone wants to comment I will respond. Happy New year.