Shortest day

People were meeting for sunrise at Stonehenge this morning as today was the shortest day of the year in the northern Hemisphere. This is the Northern winter solstice.

Apparently the day was less that 8 hours long, although it was so cloudy and grey it might have been shorter for all I could tell.

Of course on the equator days and nights are pretty much of equal length and I presume the Southern Hemisphere had its longest day either yesterday or today. What will it be like in six months when it’s summer here again? Who knows.

Reflected memory

From 2018, I don’t remember making this collage of blossom against a pastel sky, but thanks to Facebook it just popped up.

I like it, but it feels a bit too diffuse and fuzzy. Maybe the horizon between the two miffored images could have been placed higher or lower so that it became more defined. But it certainly feels watery. I do have fun doing these.

On a quiet day

On a quiet day

The world can stay

Bound in a shroud

No need to unwrap

Or unstrap

The troubles on my back.

I’ll rest my eyes

As time slowly flies

Through the open windows.

The sky is grey

And I can’t say

If my troubles have dwindled.

I need repair

And real self care

To haul me through my sadness

Without that care, a real nightmare

Will send me into madness.

So quiettude is what I seek.

No loud hurrahs

No rowdy bars

Just me, alone, asleep.

Esther Chiltons weekly prompt is “Christmas”

Christmas, alone for another year. Make Merry they say. Bah Humbug! Do I reply? No, I’m not so lost that I turn my cheek to the world. But a quiet Christmas? Maybe. One chicken leg. A small bottle of beer. Three sprouts if I’m lucky? Any sparkle and cheer? I might make handmade crackers and tie one end to the door handle to pull them. Meanwhile, I bought myself a new garden bench to sit alone on, so happy new year, dear.

Middleport pottery

What is your favorite place to go in your city?

A working pottery at Middleport, Stoke-on-Trent, England. It also includes a museum, with lots of industrial archeology. They sell various tableware in the pottery shop, there is a large selection of patterns for sale. There is a good cafe that overlooks the Trent and Mersey canal. There are small studios for artists and potteries, and a row of shops opposite the entrance to the pottery with small galleries and crafts for sale.

There is also a handsome bottle oven facing the canal that was covered in bright red ceramic poppies to commemorate Rememberence day a few years ago. You only have to pay to go round the museum section. Tucked towards the far end of the site is a working steam engine which runs at various times. I’m not sure exactly when? Worth taking the time to visit if you can find it (it’s tucked down some narrow side streets.

It also hold pottery classes and was also used for the great pottery throw down a few years ago to before it moved to the Gladstone pottery in Longton.

Kaleidiscope

I bought a kaleidiscope as a Christmas gift today, it will be part of a few gifts for a young relative. I had one as a child and I used toove the patterns it made so I aways looking for a similar type.

I’ve duplicated one photo I took through the viewing end because it was hard to line up the pattern with the lens of my camera, it gives a reasonable example of how it looks.

War Horse

I’ve just watched the film Warhorse, directed by Steven Speilberg. It’s the story of a part thoroughbred  foal that is bought by a farmer who’s rivalry with his landlord causes him to buy the young horse for more than he can afford.

The farmers son trains the horse to pull a plough and work around the farm. But his father sells it to help save the farm.

The horse, Joey, is transported to France where it becomes part of the British Army and fights in the first world war. In the meantime the farmers son Albie joins up and goes to France to search for his friend. The story has a series of incidents where awful things happen to the boy and Joey. Will they find each other? I won’t say!

The story was originally on in the theatre, the horse and other animals were puppets, the main horse was supported and moved by two men and was made of a lattice work of plastic? strips that gave the impression of a horse.

It’s an excellent story and both theatre production and film brought tears to my eyes.