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Resting, Waiting and A Mike Harding Poem

It’s been a quiet, stay-at-home, curl-up-with-a-good-book, rest-after-hectic-holiday sort of a day while Storm Brian begins to make its way across Britain, starting with us in the South West.

I saw this in Tiger in North Finchley on Wednesday and it made me laugh so I had to buy it. I do cook with Tarragon too.

Here is a brilliant poem by Mike Harding for you that came my way yesterday and which touched a chord.

One Swallow

Remember how you’d drive at night in summers past
Through fogs and mists of midges, 
Blizzards of fat bugs, snowstorms of moths
All melting on the windscreen glass?
Long, hot, country miles, you’d drive
Dry eyed and squinting out into the dark, cursing,
The windscreen frosted with their last moments,
The wipers useless, washer water gone.
You’d get back home to find the hurl and heft
And spatter, the great smears of death,
The legions lost, all dashed and hurtled to their end –
Guts, brains and wings, thorax and antennae –
Pulped into a patina you’d have to soap and scour away.

But Death comes easy for them now, no battering
Oblivion at seventy miles an hour, head on,
Just the toxic rain of money slathered across 
The meadows, hills and downs.
One swallow makes a summer now;
Soon she’ll be gone too with the bees, 
The birdsong and the riotous great clamour
That once welcomed every dawn.
And, as we face each silent year
And see the dustbowl fells and fields, 
We’ll weep for what we all have lost:
For clouds of midges, nights alive with moths, 
The scimitars of swallows, martins, swifts,
The wrens and sparrows, nightingales and jays
And the chanting birds that caroled once
All across those golden, summer days.

(From “Fishing For Ghosts” Available via the online shop at www.mikeharding.co.uk)

Sunflower to attract insects September 2014

 

 

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Paddington Bear, Night Sleeper and Truro Cathedral

Someone had left a jar of marmalade for Paddington Bear at the station!

Marmalade left for Paddington Bear

We were able to board the sleeper train at 10.30pm  and it set off at 11.45.  I was well asleep by then and had a surprisingly smooth ride and a good sleep. Breakfast of a bacon sandwich, juice and tea was delivered at 6.45am!

Night Riviera

I used to love coming into Truro station after a term at college. Two tunnels and then the Cathedral and my Dad would be waiting on the platform, grinning from ear to ear, waiting to take me to the sea, usually Perranporth,  even before we went home. Here is the Cathedral from the train at just after 7am. However pleasing the holiday, it is always good to come home.

Truro Cathedral just before dawn

 

 
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Posted by on October 19, 2017 in Beauty, Photography, postaday2017, travel, Truro

 

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Free Day in Lisbon

We escaped the tour today to do our own thing –  visit The Gulbenkian Museum and Modern Art Gallery, have a picnic lunch, walk in the Eduardo VII Parque and finish with a jacuzzi!


Madame Claude Monet by Renoir

The Stocking by Mary Cassat, one of my favourite artists.

Beautifully worn Library steps

Delightfully naughty little Cherubs in the tapestry from Mantua dated 1540

Gorgeous grasses in the gardens, only 6″ high.

More to add after dinner! And here I am, back again!

Seed pods found in the Parque.

View from the fountain in the park right down to the sea.

Mother’s elegant toes followed by baby’s chubby toes.


A Fig tree growing inside an Olive tree.

 

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Sightseeing in Lisbon

What a lot of walking and what a lot of lovely things to see. Join us on our stomp!

Pavement designs of city emblem.


A superb example of Manueline  architecture.


Discombobulating design that makes one feel that the earth is moving, reminiscent of the earthquake.

Children on a school trip.

Colourful market produce in Mercado de Ribeiro.

After the funicular ride.

Making the best of a hole in the wall!

Fatima’s hands.

A fabulous shop full of things I could buy! All I bought was a scarf but that might change if we return tomorrow…..

I love the detail in the cloth  of this young newspaper boy.



Lamps on three corners.

Pasteis de natal which we had at the end of the afternoon in a small cafe near our hotel.

 

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Pasty, House Name and Sunset and A P.S.

I spotted this ‘pasty’ in the car park after singing this morning.

The driver was sitting in the van and was amused to see me taking a photo.

We went to Porthtowan for a cliff walk and supper at The Blue Bar tonight as I wanted to see the sunset. I loved one of the house names up the side of the path.

Haha

The waves were good and splashy against the rocks and the sunset was gorgeous. Click on a photo see the detail.

P.S. As I was writing this, a message came in on Facebook which made me very happy. Apparently it is World Teachers’ Day and one of my ex pupils has named me for the help I gave her. It is lovely to be remembered so.

 

White Dahlia, Pink Amaryllis and Friendship

Our white Dahlias are very lovely this year. They seem to have found their feet at last.

White Dahlia in our garden

I have been singing with friends this afternoon, getting ready for a performance in November. Their garden is glorious but only this photo worked today as I am getting to know how my new camera works.

Amaryllis in J&M’s garden

My Blog is dedicated to my lovely friend, Kath, who died six years ago today. In Sonnet 104, Shakespeare talks about the value of friendship and the fact that enduring friendship remains intact despite the “process of the seasons” and the passing of the years.

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride;
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned
In process of the seasons have I seen;
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah yet doth beauty, like a dial hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived.
  For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred:
  Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.
I have written almost every day with Kath in mind, a total so far of 2,309 posts in her memory.
 

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Exeter, Lunch and The Copse

A late decision to go shopping in Exeter proved to be a very good one. After a couple of hours, (and a new camera for me!) we met our eldest for lunch, a real treat as we haven’t seen her since the Golden Wedding events. Driving home, everyone in Cornwall recognises the Copse that says, “You are nearly home!” Do join me in the gallery to enjoy the beautiful things I spotted while on walkabout. Click on any photo for the caption and more detail.

 

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