In the Ramtops village where they dance the real Morris dance, for example, they believe that no-one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away – until the clock he wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. … More Outdoor Advent Day 6
As the sun came out I decided that Alban Elfed would be a good day to go for my first walk in the woods since Marmite died. It was a little bitter sweet but I definitely needed the fresh air and to see the start of the changing of the season for myself. Now for … More Walking the Day Away
It is such a glorious day outside that I’m having trouble staying motivated to the task at hand – trying to complete drafts of my two final pieces of OU course work. Suffice to say I’ve spent more of the day in the sun than behind my keyboard! Having said that I have been getting … More Sunshine and procrastination
I’d almost forgotten I had this blog but I realised I wanted to post some of my poems and other writing and remembered I’d set it up. So, I’m back and I thought I’d post some of the pics I took while I was in Pierrefonds last September – watching the cast films some of … More Neglected but not forgotten
Sorry about lack of posts lately. My home pc isn’t connecting to the internet at the moment and I can’t post at work. This is just a quick one from my phone. I had a wonderful weekend in the lake district and as soon as I can I shall post some more pictures and properly … More Marmite having fun in coniston water.
A scene which made me smile and want to get the paints out
