Blackberries

Sunday PM

D: Let's go for a walk to Beacon Hill, to get a view of the village.

Maus: Is that my favourite walk?

D: (puzzled expression) I thought you found walks boring.

Maus: Not my favourite walk.

S: Can I finish my tea first?

Monkey: I not go for walk, I play.

After much debate they finally leave. The walk takes them up the Backs, down the footpath, over a style and past the church.

Maus: Look, blackberries

D: Yes, but these are not so good to eat.

Maus: Ohh...

Monkey: I not like blackberries

S: We forget a bag to collect blackberries

D: (On producing a bag) No we haven't.

They climb up the steep path to a style.

Maus: Look, I can climb over the style by myself

Monkey: I climb as well.

Maus: Wow, look at the blackberries, can I have some

Monkey: I not like blackberries

They carry on walking to the top of Beacon Hill, picking, collecting and eating blackberries.

D: Wow, look at the view!

S: That's lovely.

Maus: Look at the blackberries, I love blackberries.

Monkey: Carry me please!

Road kill

For some reason there has been a large increase in the amount of road kill on the lanes this last week. Two badgers, a rat, 4 squirrels, numerous birds, several rabbits. It's a sad sight to see their squashed and disfigured remains on the tarmac.

Wind, wind go away, please blow another way

The wind is currently the bane of my life. The last few days it feels as if it has been aggressively trying to push me back to make my ride a lot harder than it should be. I would not mind if I only had this battle with the wind on one leg of my journey. Yet, of late, the wind has had this uncanny ability to change direction in the day so that it attacks me from a southerly direction on the way into work and than swings around to the North to have another go on the way back. When will it leave me in peace?

Life on the fast train

Kings Cross International. Hassle free check-in... 30 minute wait... climb on board... speeding along the bowels of London... then the countryside whizzes past... under the channel... France rushes by... into Belgium... arrive in Brussels... 1 hour 58 minutes... get off, get on... 50 minutes... imposing church towers dominate the flat lands... end of the line... cobbled streets, canals... Brugge beer... perfect.

There is an artist in us all

Brittany 2010. The concept is simple. Collect the bits of junk that people throw out and turn it into a beautiful moving piece of art powered by the sun. If only it were as simple as it sounds. I am in awe.

Abandonment??

While it may seem like I have abandoned this blog, it far from the case. It has been on my mind. It's not even as if I've had writers block. The ideas have been coming and going faster than I can record them or even remember them.

So why the lack of words, ideas thoughts and indulgent musings?

Unfortunately, I have been caught up in the fast lane. Work, work and more work (even dare I say in the evenings). I only have myself to blame, procrastination has led to a logjam of tasks. Over enthusiasm has led me to bite off more than I want to chew.

It's time to ease myself back into the slow lane.

Picture Frames

Wake up in the dead of night, images flickering
Thoughts churn around and around, images flickering

Sleep, sleep, I just wanna sleep
Sleep, sleep, I just wanna sleep

Dead eyes, so tired, images flickering
Sinking feeling, it takes its toll, images flickering

Sleep, etc...

Eyes closed, head down, but images flickering
Eyes tight, sleep tight? No,those thoughts churn around and around

Sleep, etc...

Dull brain sees a picture frame of images flickering
Dull brain sees a picture frame in which thoughts churn around and around.

Sleep, etc...