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When I Consider How My Light is Spent
When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide; “Doth God exact day-labour, light…
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Vision Off
Enduring some antics on behalf of the PC, erstwhile abode of the photo archive. The in house tech team has marshalled all his resources and performed miracles in restoring a semblance of normality, at a particularly trying time work wise for both of us, so yet again huge respect is due. Updating BTW on the…
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Peregrinations
Having spent two days doing A Thing That Had To Be Done, I now have some time of my own to pop some cheerier pictures on here. On Saturday we went to the badlands south of the the river, and firstly ascended Cairnpapple Hill, to find it full of some most interested cows, which…
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1st July 2016
The Floo’ers o’ the Forest Links to other, older pages on banthewasp. Buchan boys War medals Great Uncle John Great Uncle Jim
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Train of thought
Well, I had hoped to be posting some pictures tomorrow of the Flying Scotsman on her journey round the Fife Circle, but as we all know now, that ain’t going to happen, since thanks to glorious ineptitude on someone’s part, no-one checked if the train would fit. Now, the identification of untested assumptions is all…
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Gatherings
Vast have been our peregrinations of late; to wit a weekend with the Folk Club in Blairgowrie and a sojourn south to Peebles, thence to make the acquaintance of Marco, Bendrago and Pearly Popstar. We enjoyed some happy pottering in Kirriemuir, saw Marsh Harriers at Loch of Kinnordy, and nearly an Osprey but it turned…
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Easter Buns
Easter Sunday in our house, a simply lovely afternoon. Thank you all for coming.
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Springs to mind
Last week Paul and I took advantage of our dwindling time frame to re-visit the Big Apple and gain free entry to lots of museums. I think I should apologise to Alison who had to sit through a rapid flick through of the entire contents of my SD card from the camera – just be…
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Mothering Sunday
After great pain, a formal feeling comes By Emily Dickinson After great pain, a formal feeling comes – The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs – The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,’ And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before’? The Feet, mechanical, go round – A Wooden way Of Ground, or Air, or Ought…
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A Sunday Post
A couple of more up to date pictures below. Yesterday I was in Dundee to meet Sheena Wellington. I spent a completely fascinating three hours singing, talking about singing, discussing songs, more singing, and came away with a year’s worth of reference material. Sheena has a prodigious knowledge of song and was immensely generous with…