Loch Ore on Sunday, this superb local amenity features a circular walk through a variety of ecosystems, including a beach, reed beds, meadow, fields of geese and woodlands. Built on the land reclaimed from coal mining, it’s used for water sports and is the meeting place for the Newfoundland dog group. Wee frog here the size of a thumbnail. The children’s playpark acknowledges the industrial heritage.
From my walk today, some wild, some planted. The poppies are at the end of the Dunfermline Road out of Limekins, an infamous junction where there is no place to linger.
Today I was listening to my current podcast of choice, The Moth, thank you Fiona for the shout, walking along, when I became aware of a moth in my specs. Of course I behaved like a grown up and made sure it was settled safely in a nearby hedge, but I must confess that my first thoughts involved ocular ingestion.
Apolgies for the numbering, WordPress and iPad do not make easy bedfellows.
Finding myself on the Lakeland page and seriously considering an egg coddler, I remembered that it is possible to use this interweb thingy to post as well as to shop.
I’m surprised that I haven’t been keeping a lockdown diary. To be fair, 100+ entries of “got up, didn’t go out, tried to sort my hair, went to bed” would eventually pall, but it might have been an interesting experiment to document the change of attitude as the days stretch on. But, as I have no refreshingly cool or mordantly witty statement to make on the whole pandemic and the various reactions of countries to this, I haven’t really thought of much to write. If best selling authors are only raising their heads above the parapet to show their latest jigsaws, then I don’t feel too guilty.
I think most of us are experiencing sleep issues during lockdown. For me, it’s a mix of wakefulness, wild dreams, dozing instead of non REM, sensitivity to the early dawn, and so on. One aspect is that I wake up, frequently, singing. Many tunes wash through my cerebral cortex, I would love to say that each one is a celestial aria, worthy of the greats, but in fact they are usually monotonous three note riffs which would not occasion any loss of sleep for a Novello nominee. You may experience something similar.
However, I defy anyone to tell me that they also sprang to wakefulness today at 03:15, singing “Hey, hey! I’m a bicuspid!” * Takes that dream about all your teeth falling out to a whole new level.
I was laughing so hard I had to decant to the spare room.
*tune available on request.
Occasionally my wanderings on the internet surprise even me. Today I found out that James Dick, a successful business man who was born in Kilmarnock and moved to Glasgow, developed the school gym shoe known by various names over the UK. He and his brother had experimented with using Gutta-percha to cover the soles of existing shoes. This extremely useful form of latex, brought over from Malaysia, was responsible for the central Scotland name of gutties, or plimsolls if you were being posh. I know that when Elspeth went to teach in Gloucestershire, she found out that they were called daps. My research suggests that the shoes were developed by several manufacturers but our man became a wealthy philanthropist, while an institute in his home town bears his brother’s name.
In other news, the magnificent Elbow continue to release a new live track every Friday at 12 noon, this week it’s Lippy Kids with the backing proved by alumni of Manchester’s Halle Youth Chorus. The Halle Orchestra is the band’s first choice for string accompaniment etc. Rosemary recalls going to their concerts when she lived in Longton.
Elbow’s frontman and lyricist Guy Garvey is amongst other things a keen ornithologist, and he would doubtless be the first to spot the link here, which is in Passerines, or perching birds. Although the birds referred to in Lippy Kids are crows, I feel sure that sparrows are just at the edge of the picture here.
The terms “passerine” and “Passeriformes” are derived from the scientific name of the house sparrow, Passer domesticus, and ultimately from the Latin passer, which refers to sparrows and similar small birds.
….and if you think all that is convoluted, wait until you hear about last night’s dreams. Here’s a nice osprey to make everything better.
Lastly, welcome to the family Leo Thomson, a wee brother for Ellie.
My liking for train travel is well documented, I have been reminded of this during lockdown by two separate emails, both from subscriber lists.
The National Railway Museum in York is a fascinating destination for normal times, I have mentioned before the thrill of sharing the same space as these leviathans of steam power. I am always delighted to see large reproductions of the classic rail travel posters, deliberately evocative and romantic. Whilst neither term would describe train travel just now, I was none the less intrigued to see a re-imagination of these artworks, on the Museum’s website. Sample below gives a flavour of this.
From Waterstone’s bookshop (other bookshops are available) came news of a new train travel opus, which looks like a grand way to escape the current everyday for a few hours. Review here – no prizes for originality in the article title, but oh, how different it must be from the 07:09 to Edinburgh Waverley.
Yesterday we had a zoom call with family for Mum’s 100th. We raised a glass, and had cake. Elspeth made pancakes. The commemorative whisky which was my father’s, from the Russian Consulate, was finally broached. It being the 75th anniversary of VE Day, it was deemed appropriate.
Some of the whisky will be decanted into the Arctic Convoy hip flask, and shared with family once this lockdown business is resolved.
In the process of filing away my birthday cards for 2020, each one is unique and special, thank you to everyone who took the time to draw, paint or send their good wishes. As I said on the day, this one couldn’t have been more different from the last, but there are very precious memories to be saved. If I were to upload all the cards I’d be way over my bandwidth for the page, so you’ll just have to come and see them when all this is over.
Update 14.05.2020 – Was NO-ONE going to point out the grammatical error in the title?
Biggest surprise of this week though was the delivery of advance vegetables, in advance that is by about a week of when they were expected.
Nothing daunted*, I have been farming out chunks of cabbage and leek, with some lovely recipes (and cakes) passed back in exchange. To date we have had steamed cabbage, pickled cabbage, it’s going in the Scotch Broth, there’s coleslaw en route – and there’s still some left. One chum has passed me a rumbledethumps recipe, another made turkey, leek & cabbage soup, then bubble and squeak. The roast cabbage was a total failure and stank out the house for 24 hours. A bay leaf was added to the steamed version, which successfully contained the odour. There have been roasted carrots, leek mornay, banana breakfasts and clementine conferences.
*I think those who had to listen to me squawking about those vegetables would detect the lie here….
Cabbage (Brassica oleracea) from the French caboche – head, Latin caput.
Flying Crooked – Poem by Robert Graves
(His honest idiocy of flight)
Will never now, it is too late,
Master the art of flying straight,
Yet has — who knows so well as I? —
A just sense of how not to fly:
He lurches here and here by guess
And God and hope and hopelessness.
Even the aerobatic swift
Has not his flying-crooked gift.
Well, here’s a thing, I thought that the discovery of flat wine bottles was going to be the most amazing find in my week, but no! Scotrail has come to the rescue of those of us who are missing a daily commute, by posting real time films of various journeys. Admittedly there’s a difference since it’s been filmed out the back of the cab (not for anyone who can’t sit with their back to the engine) but strangely welcome all the same. One can either have a journey where it feels like one knows every blade of grass or the rails less travelled. Apart from the timing and the overcrowding issues, I am a massive fan of rail travel, and this is the longest I have gone in my life without an orange and yellow ticket in my pocket.