Are you building a rockery, eyrie or fell-field?
well his pump-priming post was ‘I Fell Down’
so he doubly identifies with rolling moorland…
Trees a crowd...
I can attest to the vast forest that is forming on this wee pocket of the vast alluvial plain - the 1,000 plus saplings are an arbour of love - in fact, to take the taiga by the tail, it is truly the 'Hay--Haywood Wood'
You'll love your dotage in the gypsy caravan deep in the mega-copse - once Polly takes over the 'big house' - Sylvan surfers swimming the susurrating seas....
Now why didn’t New Zealand’s early settlers adopt the stave church model instead of the severe shearing sheds so many of our little old churches resemble?
That would've done Weta Studios out of a lot of set-building work,....
...which also makes me wonder why they're filming Thor 3:Ragnarok in Queensland - a location not exactly renowned for its Norse look-alike scenery?
But that’s Swedish, isn’t it? The .se and the umlauts are not terribly Norwegian.
Those slavic languages all look the same to me, with their interchangeable Swiss Army vowels and never Finnishing interlocking consonants - bloody Om louts meditating on street corners, tossing rutabagas bold as brassica, sleepy Hamlets one wouldn't deign to waken.
Apologies to all those in the far north...
Ben you've been named in despatches - taken to the leader (in Chchch anyway)!
NZTA's campaign shows the company's guidance was clearly wrong and in fact illegal. New Zealand Uber Drivers' Association chairman Ben Wilson says, as a result, almost every one of its drivers in the city is non-compliant. Uber spokesman Richard Menzies hopes the rules will be changed but has not commented on the fact it gave bad advice.
The black milk of Dunsandelsdottir – a treat few can a fjord…
Next you’ll be saying Roald Amundsen only went to the South Pole looking for the Sun!
But I do love the picture of the little one-legged Amish girl hopping to school – such tenacity – and so young to be a stile-maven…
(Aside: I always found it interesting that while the Mennonites took their name from Menno Simms, the Amish took their name from Jakob Amman, yet stoutly refused to take the bait to call themselves either Jakobites or Ammanites, such steely reserve!)
Autumnal fugues abound, Melancholia runs rife thru these Scandy-clad races – I do find evidence of Hostens vemod as ‘a thing’ – see: http://ensamvandraren.se/Dokument/hostens-vemod.pdf
Nu är det höst. Solen
har ännu inte visat sig.
Dimman sveper genom
skogen ner mot ån och
följer sakta det
På den öppna marken
norrut ligger dimman
tät. Sälgens löv är
gulgröna och rönnens
är djupt röda.
Naturens tystnad ökar. Fåglarna som varit mitt sällskap i månader har försvunnit. Jag hör tranorna säger adjö ordentligt och tittar upp.
Högt däruppe cirklar en flock ljudligt trumpetande.
Fler tranor ansluter sig och efter en stund vänder de mot söder och försvinner i en perfekt formation.
Det blir tyst. Ett enstaka meståg kommer förbi ett par gånger om dagen och sångsvanarna som övernattar i ån hälsar mig varje morgon.
Eller som Britt Lindeborg skrev och Gunnar Wiklund sjöng för många år sedan. ”Nu sommarens alla fåglar mot söderns nejder sträckt och världen blir till frost och is för vinterns andedräkt.
” Men hackspetten är naturligtvis kvar.
Which I’m sure you all agree is a wistful lament…
What! you don’t speak Norwegian!?
Must I do everything?
Now it is autumn.
Sun has not yet been found.
The fog sweeps through forest down to the river
and follows slowly the flowing water.
On the open ground north is the fog close.
Willow leaf is yellowish green and rowan tree is deep red.
Nature’s silence increases.
The birds had been my companion in months disappeared. I hear the cranes say goodbye properly and looks up. High up there circles a flock loudly trumpeting. More cranes joins and after a while they turn to the south and disappear in a perfect formation. The becomes quiet. A single mixed-species foraging flock comes by a couple times a day and Swans who stay overnight in the river greets me every morning. Or, as the British Lindeborg wrote and Gunnar Wiklund sang many years ago. “Now all the summer birds against southern climes stretched and the world turns to frost and ice of winter breath. “But the woodpecker is, of course, remain.
(from: the google translation)
Even the CIA notes on the Kingdom of Norway have a wistful defeated air to them:
Two centuries of Viking raids into Europe tapered off following the adoption of Christianity by King Olav TRYGGVASON in 994; conversion of the Norwegian kingdom occurred over the next several decades. In 1397, Norway was absorbed into a union with Denmark that lasted more than four centuries. In 1814, Norwegians resisted the cession of their country to Sweden and adopted a new constitution. Sweden then invaded Norway but agreed to let Norway keep its constitution in return for accepting the union under a Swedish king….
I blame the heavy water…
Daniel Craig wishes he had those cheekbones
Hell, I wish I still had those cheekbones...
... I may have been there on false pretences,
I notice my 'backstage pass' is issued to '3YA'...
If you were ever wondering what happened to Mark Rastrick from Ballon D’essai in the mid ‘80s he went to Australia and was contributing fine comics to Pounding Tales’ as Mark Morte!
I just happen to have a copy of Pounding Tales no #5 for sale:
along with some other classics
The Spirit #1
both comics are mostly based on fairly timeless stuff done in the 1940s!!
Own your own history!!
While there’s a feeding frenzy on all things Flying Nun, I thought I might throw this bag of ‘Nun-to-easy-to-find chips’ into the culture carriage of life, just as the doors close – Go gulls! Go!!
The Chills Poster
Star & Garter October 1982
(anyone know who the ‘R’-tist is for this?
Ronnie? Robin? Robert? Rachel?…)
and this classic Lesley Maclean poster from 1984.
But wait there’s more…