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All over the world, this is happening.  Talk about silver linings.

Fife, Luxembourg, Belgium,  Edinburgh and London yesterday.  Oh, and Disneyland, thanks Emma.

 

Prime

04:50 a.m., been awake since 02:40, nothing new there and I may manage to go back to sleep yet.  A year ago I had just retired, and was hosting a birthday party in our room at the Kenmore hotel, with Paul, the band, and the folk club.  This one couldn’t be more different but hopefully the weather will be decent and the cake will be edible.

Stay safe.

Stay home.

Be kind.

 

Dunoon

April 2020

Went for my daily walk earlier.   The express bus to Edinburgh (empty except for the driver) passed me by,  and I noticed that it now shows a scrolling message thanking all the key workers.  Walking down a deserted suburban street in early spring, trees in leaf and growing daily, birds shouting for all they’re worth,  sun in the sky and just enough heat in the day to make one think that winter has finally gone,  it’s difficult to relate to the sheer awfulness of what’s taking place.  But the fact that the first thing which crosses my mind on seeing anyone else is, “How quickly can I cross the road?”, or “Can I walk on the grass?” reminds me of the new normal.  Everyone is very keen to acknowledge each other, since social distancing is frightfully un-British and counter intuitive.  If I smile at the person I’ve just literally crossed the road to avoid, that makes it all right, karma wise?

I don’t have any words of wisdom on this one.   I just keep thinking of the old maps where the centres of continents such as Africa were left blank, because no-one in the western world had explored them yet.   Here be dragons.

Thank goodness for all the video calls, they fair cheer me up.

Straight up

Some pictures from yesterday and this week.   I have very little to say about the increased craziness that is the 21st century.  Ali and I had a lovely walk round the Pentlands reservoirs yesterday, and yes, there were dogs.

 

Threiplaw 1
Threiplaw 2
The Cooks and Paul on a very cold day.
Greta Thunberg in The Beano
Alpacas at Gorgie Farm

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

W B Yeats

Down the rabbit hole

Today is the bicentenary of the birth of John Tenniel,  artitst and cartoonist, noted for Punch and of course Alice in Wonderland.  From the entry in Wikipedia:-

“Tenniel’s “grotesque” was one reason why Lewis Carroll wanted Tenniel as his illustrator for the Alice books, in the sense of imparting a disturbing sense that the real world may have ceased to be reliable.

What on earth would he make of that world today?

Waxing lyrical

There was a fresh rax for the dictionary when a friend in Italy reminded me of Candlemas, which was yesterday.  As with many religious festivals it has been absorbed from previous belief systems, but is now honoured as the day when Mary took the baby Jesus to the temple and was herself purified.  It’s 40 days after Christmas (which itself wasn’t settled as being on 25th December until waaay after the event) (leaving aside any discussion on the notion that a woman has to be purified after giving birth, especially when the prescribed method is to sacrifice a load of food, mmm, who’s going to eat that, I wonder?) and is also midway between the winter solstice and the spring equinox.  Candles are blessed in churches as a symbol and literal bringer of light.  The pre-Roman festival of Lupercalia had similar purpose and connotations.   Lupercalia itself derives from lupus or wolf, nominally the she-wolf of Rome who nursed Romulus and Remus, the city founders of legend/myth*.  Wiki has a note of all the various festivals around this date, for those who are interested.  Tenerife is in with a shout.

There is a weather lore saying relating to Candlemas, a friend of mine is going to remind me of the Fife one, but it’s along the lines of –  if it’s a rubbish day weather wise, that’s winter done, but if it’s fair, there’s more winter to come^.  A concordant notion exists in Italy.  Please get in touch if you know of similar sayings.   I know that older Universities name their terms after this and other religious festivals , which would have made sense to the teachers and students of the time.

If Candlemas Day is clear and bright, / winter will have another bite. / If Candlemas Day brings cloud and rain, / winter is gone and will not come again.”  It is also alleged to be the date that bears emerge from hibernation to inspect the weather, as well as wolves. If they choose to return to their lairs on this day it’s interpreted as meaning severe weather will continue for another forty days at least. The same is true in Italy, where it is called Candelora.

More Latin:  due to the expiatory offerings made on this day it was also known as dies Februatus , from the Latin Februum, meaning “of purification” giving February its name.

Yet more Latin:  candle of course comes from candere – to glow, giving us incandescent, the French chandle, from which we obtain chandlelier, and after that I looked up chandler, which I never realised comes direct from the man who used to sell candles.   This was broadened into the person who sold everything**, and then narrowed back to ship’s chandler, the person who sold everything for ships.  If you know us then you know why that’s interesting!

Candlemas is also the day for taking down Yuletide decorations, the day for payment of quarterly rents (still enshrined in Scottish law as recently as 1991) and a hiring day for servants.   Elsewhere I read that the person who finds the bean in the Twelfth Night cake (and is elected Lord of Misrule) has to provide food for everyone on this day.

And if all that weren’t enough, it’s Groundhog Day, a popular tradition observed in Canada and the United States on February 2nd. It derives from the Pennsylvania Dutch superstition that if a groundhog emerging from its burrow on this day sees its shadow due to clear weather, it will retreat to its den and winter will persist for six more weeks, and if it does not see its shadow because of cloudiness, spring will arrive early. While the tradition remains popular in modern times, studies have found no consistent correlation between a groundhog seeing its shadow and the subsequent arrival time of spring-like weather.  (The film, with Bill Murray and Andie McDowell is well worth a watch.)

Many thanks to @elisabettabackstage on Instagram for explaining part of the above.

*distinction left to the reader

^ 2020 – it rained, a lot.

**I knew that bit.

Balladeers

It’s Fife’s worst kept secret that the 100th new Lidl* store in Scotland will be opened here.  In a marketing coup they have nobbled Burns’ Night (Day?) for the occasion, and have also, allegedly, secured the services of musician KT Tunstall for the event.  KT is indeed currently working with the brand Lidl Live, and is performing in Edinburgh that same night, so the signs would appear to be in alignment.  If it were needed, this is a reminder of her first performance on Jools Holland …Later.

*other supermarkets are available.  Aldi’s nearest store is giving away £5 vouchers in the Press.   Lastly, a song which is relevant.

Fludde

Today I heard this ballad read out, and after much rootling around I found a sound file or two.

The Ballad of the Deluge   by W D Cocker (1882 – 1970)

The Lord took a staw at mankind,

A righteous and natural scunner.

They were neither tae haud nor tae bind,

They were frichtit nae mair by his thunner.

 

They had broken ilk edic’ an’ law,

They had pitten his saints tae the sword.

They had worshipped fause idols o’ stane

I will thole it nae mair” said the Lord.

 

Ah’m weary wi’ flightin’ at folk

Ah’ll dicht them clean oot o’ ma sicht!

But Noah, douce man, ah will spare,

For he ettles, pair chiel, tae be richt”.

 

So he cryet unto Noah ae day,

When naebody else wis aboot.

Sayin’ “Hearken ma servant tae Me,

An these, Ma commands, cairry oot.

 

A great muckle boat ye maun bigg,

An ark that can float heich and dry,

Room in’t for aa yir ain folk,

An’ a hantle of cattle forbye.

 

Then tak ye the fowls o’ the air

Even unto the big bubblyjocks,

And tak ye the beasts o the field

Whittrocks, an’ foumarts, an’ brocks.

 

Wale ye twa craturs o each,

See that nae cratur rebels.

Dinny ye fash aboot fish,

They can look after theirsels.

 

Herd them a’ safely aboard,

And aince the Blue Peter’s unfurled.

Ah’ll send doon a forty day flood,

An the de’il tak the rest of the warld”.

 

Sae Noah rocht hard at the job,

An searched tae the earth’s farthest borders.

An’ gaithered the beasts and the birds,

And telt them tae staun by for orders.

 

His sons, Ham and Japhet and Shem,

Were thrang a’ this time at the work.

They had fermed a wheen trees in the wid,

An biggit a great muckle ark.

 

Noo, this wisny done jist on the quait,

An’ neebors would whiles gaither roon.

Then Noah would drap them a hint, like

Eh, the weather is gaun tae brak doon”.

 

But the neebors wi’ evil were blin’,

An little jaloused whit wis wrang, saying,

Och, that’ll be guid for the neeps”, or

Oh, the weather’s been drouthy owre lang”.

 

Then Noah, wi’ a’ his ain folk,

The beasts and the birds got aboard.

An’ they steekit the door o’ the ark,

And they lippened themselves tae the Lord.

 

Then boom! cam a lashin o’ rain,

Like the wattest wat day in Lochaber.

The hailstanes like plunkers cam stoat,

The fields turned tae glaur, and syne glabber.

 

An the burns a’ cam doon in a spate.

An the rivers ran clean owre the haughs

The brigs were a’ soopit awa’,

An whit had been dubs, becam lochs.

 

Then the folk were sair pitten aboot,

An they cried, as the weather got waur,

Oh Lord, we ken fine we hae sinned,

But a joke can be cairried owre faur”.

 

Then they chapped at the ark’s muckle door,

Tae speir gin douce Noah had room,

But Noah ne’er headed their cries,

He said “This’ll learn ye tae soom”.

 

An the river roared loudly an’ deep,

An the miller was droond in the mill.

An the watters spread owre a’ the land,

An the shepherd was droond oan the hill.

 

But Noah and aa his ain folk,

Kept safe fae the fate o’ ill men.

Til the ark, when the flood had gien owre,

Cam dunt! on the tap o’ a ben.

 

An’ the watters rowed back tae the seas,

An’ the seas settled doon an’ were calm.

An’ Noah replenished the earth,

But they’re sayin, he tuik a good dram!

 

*Whittrocks, an’ foumarts, an’ brocks.

= weasels, and polecats and badgers.

**lippened

lippen [lɪpn]
v. To trust, rely or depend on, have confidence in a person to do something. With tae or wi: to entrust something to someone or someone with something. To expect, look for with anticipation, count on, reckon.

Note – badgers saved for posterity,  most important.