Leopard

Posted on February 27, 2022 Posted in UncategorizedTagged 1765, burnt, Community, Gone, Leopard, Lost, Sad, Sign, The Leopard HotelLeave a comment

1765…and now it’s gone. History destroyed after more than 200 years. Potters going in to drink at the end of a hot shift. Gilders taking a pint of beer. Food served, life passing by. Once a hotel famous in the Midlands. Feared because it was haunted, loved because it was haunted. Life came and went. It became dilapidated but was rescued. Then covid struck and it closed. But friendly people wanted to buy it back off the new owners and turn it into a community building. Something that would see it restored. Now it will probably never rise from its ashes. Photo by Stokie Bloke. Will remove if this is not acceptable to him.

How lucky

Posted on January 10, 2022 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Beach, caravan, Childhood, Eyesight, Glasses, Life, Lost, lucky, Memory, optician, Thinking, ViewLeave a comment

How lucky to have glasses, to be able to see. I didn’t always wear glasses. My poor eyesight was only picked up in eye screening at school. I don’t remember things being blurred or hard to see. Did I sit at the front of the class? I don’t know. I remember my first glasses. They had beautiful blue frames. I learnt to be patient as the optician looked into the back of my eyes. Shining a light so I could see the blood vessels reflected somehow onto my retinas.

Rugby ball shaped eyes were the diagnosis. Short sighted. Suddenly I could see the world clearly. I felt freed from a struggle I did not know I had been going through. I only realised how bad my eyesight was when I learnt to swim. I couldn’t wear my glasses in the swimming pool and I could not recognise my friends unless they came close.

Now I understand why I got lost on a beach a few years before! I could not see my family when I wandered off. And why I got lost on a caravan site. I could not see the numbers on the vans…. Yes I am lucky. I wish others could be too…

Art box

Posted on December 10, 2021December 13, 2021 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Art, Found, Fun, Life, Lost, Pencils, sketch box, thirty or forty years, Time, Watercolour2 Comments

I thought I’d post another picture of my old art stuff. I’ve certainly collected a lot of art equipment over the years. The pastels have dried out but the pencils are still OK. The watercolours are a bit old and powdery, maybe I can use them in a painting.

Ask me how old they are? I think twenty or thirty years old? Certainly not when I was at college, but not long after that.

Where is the box now? I think its upstairs somewhere. This photo was taken a year or two ago. I have a tenancy to find things, then put them somewhere ‘safe’ again. Which means I’ll probably not see them for another ten years! Life….

Ripples

Posted on September 17, 2021 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Beach, Child, Life, life guard, Lost, Memories, pebbles, ridges, Sea, tannoy, Water, YoungLeave a comment

Ripples remembered on the beach at Rhyl. Memories of walking on that beach as a child. The gently sloping beach would allow you to walk in shallow water as the tide came in or went out. I remember walking over those ridges that were quite hard, my little feet could feel them, they don’t flatten as your weight goes onto them if you are a child. Rhyl beach is long and wide when the tide is out. When I was small I wandered off to paddle in the sea. But when I turned round I couldn’t see my family anywhere. It was before I found out I needed glasses and it was only a kind person who took me to the lifeguard station where they used the tannoy that helped me to get reunited. On the same holiday I think I wandered into someone else’s caravan because it looked like ours? I must have been about six as I got glasses aged seven.

The vets

Posted on September 2, 2021 Posted in Cat, UncategorizedTagged Black and white cat, Cat, Home, Life, Lost, Scary?, Stuck, Tuxedo cat, vets3 Comments

Today has been busy. My cat came home at 3am, his legs and mouth had some sort of tarry substance on them. He came in and drank water for about ten minutes, then I wiped his eyes and mouth and legs gently to remove some of whatever was on him. I even trimmed some fur off his tail because it was so gummy.

Today I had a good look at him, one of his eyes looked strange and he was still very thirsty so I took him to the vets.

I found out he has an ulcer on one eye and he has damaged his mouth possibly from trying to bite through or on something. He’s lost a lot of weight too. We still don’t know where he’s been. Tonight he’s on a drip at the vets but he should then be able to come home. I hope he will be OK.

Gone, not gone?

Posted on August 29, 2021 Posted in Cat, UncategorizedTagged Black and white cat, Cat, Gone, heart break, Lost, Missing, My cat, Poem, Poetry, Sad, Schrodingers cat, Tuxedo cat2 Comments

My heart hurts

I miss you so much

I stroke your shadow

In my imagination

The way you purred

And pranced

Jumped high

Balanced like a gymnast

My podgy puddy cat

Leaned back and looked up

Paw high

Reaching

Waiting to nuzzle my hand

My memories

My dreams

You are still there.

Like Schrodinger’s Cat

Gone, not gone?

Lingering

Stuck

Posted on June 11, 2021 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Lost, Mind, Prevarication, Stuck, Thinking, Thought, Time2 Comments

Do you ever just get stuck in your thoughts. Lost and not quite sure what to do or where to go. Marathon prevarication. Held back by thinking too much. And heat doesn’t help. You wait in hope that it might cool down. Your mind isn’t working, it’s fused in place, clunking, square thoughts jammed in a round hole. You just want to break out of it. Find a way through. Maybe in a while I will feel more like myself.

Go back to the sea.

Posted on April 11, 2021 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Age, Childhood, Lost, Memories, Ocean, Pier, Poem, Poetry, Rhyme, Sea, Thinking, WaterLeave a comment

Along the pier

Walk out to Sea

Across the tide

My life to be?

An old man thinks

Of times gone by

Boyhood days

Of gulls and skies.

Of storms and fog

Waves rolling high.

A girl goes skipping

The length of the pier

In the arcades

Candy floss, she cheers.

A woman now

Looks back in time.

Worm eaten memories

Are lost in rhyme.

From young to old

Each person’s regrets

Are tied together

In their own nets.

Sea and sand

Cliffs and rock

All remembered

As the gulls flock.

My phone is full!

Posted on March 2, 2021 Posted in UncategorizedTagged can't let go, Humour, Life, Lost, Memories, Photos, Poem, Poetry, Sad, ThoughtLeave a comment

My phone is full

The woman said

It’s full of dreams

And other stuff..

Of melodies

And games

And names

Conversations

I can’t leave.

My pictures are

My memories!

My phone is full

I can’t discard

My life!

Sewing kit

Posted on November 29, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Borrowers, Cotton thread, Fun, Lost, Mad max, Mast, Sewing kit, Spars, Tied up, Waterworld2 Comments

All oof my cotton thread has been disappearing over the last few months. I was beginning to think we had borrowers like in the Mary Norton book ‘the Borrowers’, or maybe some magic elf Taylor using it to do invisible mending on worn clothes?

But no. I found my hubby winding my cotton thread around a mast and spars he’s attached to a toy motor boat. He’s taken the engine out. Why? Because he was having problems with the battery pack. So instead of getting a new one he decided to glue and tape the masts and cardboard sails to it. He’s been using the cotton to support the spars and mast. The boat looks like someone on Waterworld or Mad Max has been at it. It’s steam punk meets origami! I won’t show you a photo. I did find out he’s modified it a few times, and each time he’s used my cotton thread! Boo!

Mallaband-Brown

Tag: Lost

Leopard

How lucky

Art box

Ripples

The vets

Gone, not gone?

Stuck

Go back to the sea.

My phone is full!

Sewing kit