Fuzzy photo

photo across the ages from forty years ago when I first went to college. Why? The sky was dirtier, there was dust and smoke in the air from places like the Michelin Tyre Factory. I don’t know if that’s a chimney in the distance or a crane.

Why keep blurry old photos? They link you to memories of a time long gone, of a changed world. Where there was some interest in pollution and ozone holes, but not enough pressure to improve things.

Maybe I should just delete this, but this was a prompt I wanted to use.

Digital drawing

Thought I would do an observational drawing of my walking shoes. I’d been looking for them and when I found them stored in a plastic box they were covered in grey mould! I must have stored them when they were damp last year.

My hubby treated them with dilute bleach and they seem fine now. I’ve been walking in these and some dark red ones with higher ankle sides and whirr fluffy linings. I might draw them next.

I’m doing a series of observational drawings, at least one a day, do this seemed appropriate as I have been walking in them today.

Digital drawing as you can see….

Horses loose

I was looking out of our window and I saw two grey horses, unaccompanied walk past. They were walking in traffic and towards the main road. I pointed it out to hubby who went out to try and direct them while I watched and rang the police. He managed to get them across the road to the local vets, where some of the nurses came out to help. In the meantime I was explaining where it was happening to the police when the owner of the horses arrived. She explained that the farrier who had been shoeing the horses had left the gate open and they had got out. I went to get my phone to take a picture but they were halfway up the hill when I got back out. It was great that neither of them was injured.

Walking again

Up the hill round the corner, down the other side, urban jungle, walking through terraced houses and past the church. Over into a housing estate… It might be good to go further, but I’m not allowed.

I still want to walk along a beach, water lapping the shore. The sound of water trickling through pebbles, sand and shells.

Buying sticks of rock, fish and chips, a drink of bitter shandy. Seagulls trying to steal your ice-cream.

I can dream!

Shibboleth

shibboleth
/ˈʃɪbəlɛθ/
noun
  1. a custom, principle, or belief distinguishing a particular class or group of people, especially a long-standing one regarded as outmoded or no longer important.
    “the majority, under the influence of vague nineteenth-century shibboleths, understood him to be associating himself with the doctrine that every nation has a right to be a sovereign state”

    My hubby used this word, so I asked him what it meant. He said something vague then said ‘look it up, I’m not sure’ so I did!

    I’m not sure I’d ever dare use a word like that!