Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Winchester Cathedral

For Wordless Wednesday. Some pictures I took last week.












Luxury liners laden with souls, Holding to the east their hulls of stone.
W H Auden 




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Winchester Cathedral
You're bringing me down
You stood and you watched as
My baby left town

New Vaudeville Band



Sunday, July 27, 2014

Glory Be


This weeks' words are hallowed, skill, blasts, hunt, stained, shallow, thrill, whack, unfolds,centre, dabble and reveal. I have omitted 'whack' as it didn't seem to go with the subject matter of my piece!


An expectant congregation sits swathed in tinted sunbeams drifting from the glorious stained glass which punctuates the dark yet hallowed walls of the ancient building. As the organist’s fingers lightly dabble the ivory keys, a shallow mantle of delicate tones creates a serine and tranquil tone. And then, hush. Gradually, in the distance, the dulcet tones of mellifluous voices reach heavenward.  Then a blast from the organ and the melody of a much loved hymn fills every corner. A line of sombre ecclesiastics processes down the nave followed by a score of choirboys and lay clerks, their gowns of red and white illuminating the scene. They burst into joyous song from the centre of the cathedral as they shuffle towards the quire. They reach their stalls then turn toward the worshipers and a divine harmony unfolds to thrill all who witness it. Once again their God given skill has hunted out and found the souls of all around and raised them to another level. 

Glory be, Amen.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

The River Itchen


A walk along the River Itchen in Hampshire




The outdoor life for me!

I got back from a camping trip a few days ago. I found a very special place to stay and so I'd like to tell my tale to my fellow Sunday Scribblers who have the word place to consider this week. My trip also  fitted perfectly with this weeks' Sunday Whirl words....except one which still hangs in the air unused! 


Deep in the forest something stirred – me! Many years ago one of my passions was getting back to nature. Having gone quite a while without sleeping under canvas I decided it was time to once again experience the magic that is camping. I’ve always thrived on discomfort as followers of my travels will know; characters building you know. So, armed with the latest pop up tent, I ventured alone into the woods and found myself  in a perfect place; a sun dappled clearing just meant for me. 






In this special place I immediately I felt at one with nature. After wrestling with my tent I sat back, beer in hand and glowed with contentment. There I was, just the creatures of the undergrowth and me. The occasional hum of a bee, the stare of an inquisitive deer, a swarm of little midgey things and twigs dropping on my head thanks to some overhead squirrels.




I remember as a child listening to a song to which the words went ‘If you go down to the woods today, you’re sure of a big surprise’.  Well, it wasn’t a teddy bears picnic which was to provide it, but a rude awakening in the early hours of the morning when torrential rain, lightning and thunder came storming overhead. With the first crash made me jump out my skin; well, out of my sleeping bag to be precise. I quite enjoy a good storm when I’m watching it from a window, but from within a canvas chrysalis it’s a whole different matter! But I survived and the next morning as I trudged around my mud pit, surveying the scene and soaking up the tranquillity, I thought to myself, this really is heaven.


Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Eastbourne Extreme 2014

It's time to get Wordless - well, almost!

I visited Eastbourne Extreme last weekend. I chose to observe rather than participate!













Saturday, July 12, 2014

Holy moly Rosey!

You may recall that my friend Rosey and I share the same birthday; a couple of days ago in fact. Well I was speaking to her a few minutes ago and when I asked her what she did on our big day, she told me she decided to create a bucket list. I asked her what she put on it and she said that only made the decision to do it, and that she hadn't actually done it because she can’t think what to put on it! “Apart from one thing” she said. As no further information was forthcoming I ventured to ask what the ‘thing’ was and she said “Buy a bucket”. So I asked her why she wanted a bucket and she said it was to put her list in. I pointed out that it was only called a bucket list because…then I stopped because it occurred to me that I didn't have a clue!

 So I went on to ask her why she needed buy a new bucket when she’s got a perfectly good one down at her allotment. “Two reason” she said. “Firstly there’s a hole in my bucket”. “Dear Liza dear Liza” I sang out, and I got one her quizzical looks in response. “Yes” she said “I've got a hole in my shed roof too and put my bucket on the floor to catch the drips and when I went back the next day the bucket was empty and the floor was wet. That’s how I know I've got a hole in my bucket”. “Dear Liza dear……” I started. She stopped me in my tracks. “You've got a whole lot of holes going on” I said.

She seemed to ignore my remark and went on to tell me that she wanted a bucket with pink roses on it. I asked why and she said “Duh”. Clearly I was missing something.  “Pink roses. Rosey Pinkerton. Get it?” “Got it” “Good”

“About the list” I said.” Have you got any ideas?” She said she would quite like to learn golf. “And get a hole in one!” I quipped making a reference to our earlier discussion. She said she would like to dress as a man for a day and go to a gent’s loo! “And maybe one day go into space” she said. “Just be careful you don’t fly into a black hole!” I said. My remark got the silent treatment so I put on my serious face and suggested that a few of us should  meet up at The Bicycle Arms for a  brainstorming session and that’s what we’ll probably do next weekend.

Suddenly she remembered a joke about a hole. As I've told you before, when she tells a joke she often doesn't understand it herself which makes it all the funnier for the assembled audience. This one however she seems to have got as she giggled all the way through it. She said “A man walked past a hole in a wall. He heard a voice going ‘Eight eight eight….’ He looked through the hole to see where the voice was coming from and got a poke in the eye. ‘Nine nine nine…’said the voice.

To read  more about My Friend Rosey click on pic!