Somewhere a place for us

To the strains of West Side Story…..

“There’s a place for us, Somewhere a place for us. Peace and quiet and open air Wait for us Somewhere.” And maybe we’ve found the place, if not the akshull home, yet: a sleepy old harbour town on the south-east corner of our island, called Nysted (yes, Newstead, if you will).

No, I don’t think it really competes with Chesterfield or Pisa but you get the idea. We’re going to look at several pretty properties today, all a stone’s throw from the water, and the only windmills are way out to sea, where they should be. In summer it’s a popular port of call for sailors from all over the Baltic region and even hosts a visit from the Tall Ships every year. So off we go to see if the little Nisse, the elf who lives in a good home, is anywhere to be found thereabouts.

Photo Comp # 21

Chaos has been much on my mind the last few weeks. The devastation of the kitchen after I finished my share of the Christmas cooking, so unlike the neat and tidy kitchen Bearsy leaves!

I note that Araminta is in the middle of redecorations, and my daughter is having her kitchen re-done.

I looked at the bedroom after I pulled out all the boxes containing my ‘winter-wear’, a pile of electronic gadgets, and all the leads, chargers and other ‘junk’ to ensure that those essentials work in the UK.

So the theme for this competition is – Chaos. Deadline mid-night Saturday 4th February.

A War Monkey Called Sue! (Further adventures on the Internet.)

Yesterday I read Charles Moore’s review of Stephen Spielberg’s latest film, War Horse. Having seen and thoroughly enjoyed the play, which I saw inLondon, 18 months ago, I read the review with some interest. Without going into details,Moore was less than enthusiastic, criticising Spielberg for the gratuitous sentimentality. What was perhaps more interesting, was the comment section, some of which dealt with aspects of the Great War and the vast tragedy attached to it. Continue reading “A War Monkey Called Sue! (Further adventures on the Internet.)”

Sweet love all

This is a tough time for patriots. The Australian Grand Slam is already quickening the pulse. Andy the North Brit threatened disaster as usual, but won; while Sam Stosur, the local favourite, didn’t make it over the first hurdle, in company with all the rest of the British contenders.

Meanwhile in deference to the unattached Cuprum, the England cricket team are demonstrating their powers of collapse. Does Pakistan have a point to prove, I wonder? (Not a single no ball yet, I see!)

I think I’d better hibernate for a few days, or the tension will take its toll. Only call me if there’s some good news.

 

Low light and peaceful

When the fitter said he couldn’t turn off the stop-cock I decided to go for a walk. Better be out, I thought, if there’s going to be a flood.

I left the house after three o’clock and by the time I’d done my deliveries and postings I decided to walk back the long way, through the Churchyard and park. The light was like golden-syrup, the sun low in the sky and here just throwing light onto the old yew tree, over the Churchyard wall. It was so very peaceful and still. In the air a slight scent of woodsmoke.

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Photo. Comp. #20 the winner.

Well it was an interesting group OZ, Bravo and Ferret very quick off the mark and then…. well not much until about 24 hours before closing when a flood of entries landed in the post. I was drawn to the entries with humans present. OZ’s entry was tantalizing in content and probably also a lesson on how not to take a photograph in a dark and smoky room, Pseu captured that feeling of satisfaction when participants clear their plates and Soutie’s entry certainly captured the “Merry”. Boadicea’s strawberry meringue has all the ingredients of the competition, a smiling face, perhaps after a glass of good wine, and the anticipation of enjoying a sinfully good dessert. Sipu has a merry group with signs of food and drink in abundance, but for uninhibited “Merry” coupled with some serious imbibing and the implied consumption of some good food I hand the prize this time to Bravo.

Well done Bravo, we look forward to your setting the next.

PS I did like OZ’s bucket of hog parts, it’s the kind of picture that gives vegetarians dyspepsia.