Sunday, 25 October 2015

Bournemouth Arts Festival

Yes Bournemouth gardens are alive with the art festival, well I say alive but there was only one attraction. The history of water or the art of water? Really, bottles of water from an odd bunch of people collecting water in different bottles, from different places. These bottle go back to 1999. Well one of them the rest were from 2010 onwards. Such passion by the young girl who explained the concept, but they are just bottles of water, plastic, glass and what ever is in between. 
Lets imagine what the person said when conceiving this idea.
'Lets collect water from anyone who wants to give us their water, from a place where they have a special memory, their water memories. We will put that water into some old display cabinets and write a brief note with each sample and that is our art exhibition. I suggest a book as well, sell it and we will be famous.'
Actually it was quite interesting and as water is such an essential part of life, it has merit.

Well that being the sum total of the Arts Festival we headed to our favourite coffee shop and after our caffeine fix, we decided it was time to go home. Weather is getting more wintery then autumnal, so home was the right decision. 

Well England, Scotland, Wales and Ireland are out of the World Cup. Yesterday saw South Africa book their flights home and now it is New Zealand, Australia and Argentina. I do believe we will see a New Zealand - Australia final. Well I did say it would all end in tears.

Watched a very disturbing documentary on Lion farming. It is being done in South Africa and they will breed lions to order so that someone can shoot them. They always say if there is a market for a product then someone will supply. It was named 'canned lion farming' by the Daily Mail. I have put a link at the bottom of this blog if you really want to read it, not pleasant.

Well, I know that drill 
I know it all too well 
It starts like a lonely voice 
And shifts to a tolling bell 
Like rain on a dusty ground 
Small bones in the driest well 
The spark breathes a fiery tongue 
And the tongues kiss the cheek of hell 

On this sombre note I say that is all for now, keep comments flowing and keep well.

Sunday, 11 October 2015

West Wind, breath of Autumn

A heavy weight of hours has chain’d and bow’d
One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)

With autumn we have Gary’s birthday and what an occasion that is, was. All over by the time you read this but lets sing a little ditty - Happy Birthday to you - you can carry on while I compose my thoughts on how this blog can be contained.
The thing with Blogs is that they tend to start out saying one thing and then go a stray.

As can be seen from that Getty award winning image, the skies do hold a surprise as we walk our dog along Sandbanks Beach. Talking autumn, what is the Italian for false teething? (Answer is at the bottom of the page)
Autumn does bring its own little tasks and one of them is clearing out the tomato plants that are on their last legs affected with late blight. I must confess it was with a tinge of sadness as they did bless us with many sweet, juicy fruit. Getting carried away the sweet peas where also thrown out, waste of time really as they did not have the promised scent and no peas! Onwards and upwards we tackle the garage next weekend, I am not sure what we will find growing in there but faint heart never won fair maiden. 

Christmas is taking the high road again, 11 weeks and it is wonderful, glorious Christmas. We plan to go away to somewhere again, well I say again as we went to Scotland with Gary and Claudia a few years ago when Mika was a baby, she still is, so that is not that long ago. Michael is going to research the best deals and Robert is going to put his studies aside for a while and just join us on our journey, exploring the crags and fells of this wild country.

Took a trip to Portland Bill on Saturday, not much to say except what you can see from the images I have attached. Wild and windy place at the end of a narrow road but the trip was worth it as you climb over the Portland hill and then descend to the lighthouse. Great views of Weymouth harbour and Chessil beach, did not get a photo as we were in need of a coffee shop so pushed on to The Barn in Lytchett Minster, where we enjoyed a fine bowl of watercress and potato soup.
(Answer - Falsetto)

Tuesday, 6 October 2015

Witches, ghost and things that amuse small children

To aerate or not to be, we will get to that later but for now I am listening to the Bournemouth Gilbert and Sullivan Operatic Society singing extracts from Ruddigore, must have been a pirate King. Would make Captain Ben happy although the the average age is about 60, except for the male and female leading singers. Oh well old people must have something to do as well. Young children do not really see age they only watch the magic. Actually it seems that Ruddigore is about a witches curse, ghosts, disguises and wicked villains.
I have noticed a distinct festive mood to the high street in Poole, Susan is giving blood, royal blood is in such short supply, so someone has to step up to the breach. I am in a coffee shop in the Dolphin Centre, enjoying a croissant, filled with ham, cheese and asparagus and a good cup of coffee.
On to the wine, aerate or not? I did some research and this is my conclusion.
Just opening a bottle and pouring a glass will aerate the wine, as will swirling your glass of wine. For more aeration, decanting a wine works. After a while, aerated wines begin to oxidise, and the flavours and aromas will loose there luster. The heavier the wine, the greater the benefit and then you can enjoy it for longer before it fades. Do not aerate delicate older wines for long, as you can miss out on their unique aromas, but decant to remove the sediment. So in summing up that debate, aerate, but not for too long and enjoy.
My good friend Tamacgor S Bald has just phoned to let me know he is in Africa. He went out to see the Big Five and Russell but unfortunately did not see any. I told him Russell is in the Masai Mara, just look for someone important wondering around the bush and you will find him. Such a colonial creature is our Tamacgor S Bald, he thinks the whole of Africa is covered with lions and other wild animals. I must admit I would have loved to see his outfits, no khaki for him, he tends to go with noticeable colours.
Anyway thats all the news for now, printing deadline looms and they can be very grumpy.

Saturday, 3 October 2015

Life's little surprises

Steve Jobs once wrote. 
'Design is not just what it looks like and feels like. Design is how it works.' 
Pity he is no longer with us, he would be appalled at the new 'Photo', used to be iPhoto. It definitely does not work, it might look good but that is all.
We all let off steam somehow and mine is writing it down and unfortunately sharing it with you. OK, I will change the subject but Apple are coming out with too many updates, they used to be stable and just seemed to work.

Had a call from Susan this morning, she had just got to work. ' Is my shoe there? I just have one shoe. Please look upstairs as I can not find it here.' I went upstairs but could not help thinking of how life throws those little surprises, even if it is only the lack of a shoe. Just incase you are wondering, no the shoe was not upstairs or in the hall way or outside in the garden, Sam has been known to take shoes outside. Maybe the makings of a crime thriller? 
'The Case of the Missing Shoe' by Susie One Shoe. Could sell it on Amazon Books, millions of copy's bought, touching all those who had lost a shoe. Such drama and emotion.

Friday has arrived, good, not too soon I would say. What have we planned for the weekend, you may well ask, nothing yet but the weekend is young. To be honest I have pulled a muscle in my back and would prefer a relaxing weekend. The disadvantages of aging brings on these little ailments, but a comfy sofa, glass of wine and anything can be enjoyed.
To sum up, Robert and the fraud squad are investigaring the theft from his bank of € 93.58 and Susan left her computer at home this morning. What with one shoe and no computer I am at a loss as to how to keep up. Love you all and until next time, if I do not see you through the week, I will see you through the window.