Last week a noisy flock of low-flying geese passed over my house while I was in the garden. ‘How nice for you,’ I thought. ‘Leaving Brexit Britain. Hope they let you back in next Spring.’ How ridiculous. Of course the geese can return. They can go where they like, live harmoniously in their temporary accommodation, and be off to the next place without a thought. They belong where they choose to be. If they find the conditions of their present situation hostile, they can leave for another – no documents, no passport, no problem. I never thought I’d be so envious of geese. The society I grew up in was deeply religious (I’m not), rabidly patriotic (which skeeves me out on so many levels), and rigidly structured (nope). I was made to stand and pledge allegiance to a flag every morning in school. I also had to say grace before I was allowed to eat lunch. Boys were allowed to chase me on the playground, but I wasn’t allowed to chase back because that wasn’t …
I’ve neglected my blog for the past few weeks. Brexit Blues and middle-age health woes are to blame, and I’m fairly certain the former lead to the latter. Less than six months to go and I have no idea if I can trade past March of next year. Do I stockpile? Do I wind down? Do I renew the lease on my premises? What do I tell my employees? My customers? It’s no wonder I’ve not felt my best. But even in this rather dark time, I’ve been enjoying things I’m looking forward to sharing here. I’ve tried some fabulous new vegan meat substitutes; bought a beautiful dress from an ethical designer; and discovered a glass water bottle I love. I will post reviews on all of these soon.
This is obviously an exceptional flower.
Still one of my favourite shots. Taken with an iPhone from the passenger window of a moving vehicle.
It’s been a sad few days here with the loss of a beloved pet. It’s a specific sadness, and really, there is nothing for it.
Back in January 2014, at the ripe old age of 46, I decide to learn to play ukulele. I’d read that learning a musical instrument could help ward off dementia, and with my short-term memory fading quickly, I went to the music shop and bought a little concert ukulele, and within a few hours, I was hooked. Seriously hooked. I quickly graduated to the warmer tones of a tenor ukulele, and a few months later, a baritone. I rarely play anything other than baritone these days, and while I’m not sure it’s helped my failing memory, it has made me a much happier person. As I am completely self-taught, there is a great satisfaction in having learned something by myself with only my own enthusiasm and the love of the instrument to keep me going. The first thing I did was teach myself six chords – G, C, Am, F, Em, and D. You’d be surprised how many songs you can play with these. I then downloaded a program called iRehearse which – and I say …
Or swings and roundabouts. Cliches for those times life seems black and white, one way or another, off or on. I’d welcome a bit of grey right now.
It’s been one of those weeks. A holiday at the Whisky Experience would be a welcome diversion right now.
Summer hasn’t been great this year – lots of rain, cool temperatures, and overcast skies. My poor veggie patch is suffering, but the wildflowers don’t seem to mind.
I do not enjoy marking time, but my brain seems to love it. No matter how hard I try, I can’t get past ‘a year ago today’ or ‘this time last year,’ and it’s especially hard in June. So I’m off to stare at sand and sea for a couple of days. It is true that salt water (in many forms) has a restorative effect.
I believe the secret to good food photography is to take the picture before hoovering up the dish. I hadn’t had oysters in about seven years, and I’m not a food photographer. They were amazing!
Rain, rain and more rain – and scary high winds on the way. We’re to attend a funeral tomorrow – the sort that is happening because the universe is a unfair and random place.
Seen while out walking in the country.
I don’t know if you heard, but we had a little celestial event over Scotland yesterday. No retinas were harmed in the taking of this photo.
My escort while walking home from work this afternoon. It was hard to capture with a small camera, but I’ve heard it said that the best camera is the one you have with you.