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Music by lamplight

December 21, 2016 Leave a comment
Clive playing his keyboard

Clive playing his keyboard

Clive is silhouetted against the light from his lamp as he plays his keyboard.

He doesn’t play carols, but he has one faithful singer.

Taylor regularly accompanies him with soaring whoops like a one-dog wolf pack.

Sometimes the other two dogs join in, and then I wonder what the neighbours think 300 metres away.

Photos on the walls

October 2, 2016 Leave a comment
The way to the castle in Assisi

The way to the castle in Assisi

This is a photograph I took a few years ago in Assisi. An A3 print of it is now displayed just inside the front door.

Thanks to our new photographic printer, we’ve put photos up all over the walls – bright photos of natural history and local views.

It’s absolutely amazing how much they’ve cheered the place up.

I certainly don’t miss the dark oil paintings and suchlike that were there before.

 

Talking of blue feathers …

September 30, 2016 Leave a comment
Collage of imaginary birds

Collage of imaginary birds

This is a collage I recently finished, having started it many years ago and then abandoned it.

The birds are a mosaic of pieces of windscreen glass, fragments of blue and green glass, broken blue tiles, etc.

They glitter as you move past – a bit difficult to catch in a photo.

Playing

August 14, 2016 Leave a comment
Clive playing his keyboard

Clive playing his keyboard

Clive is a study of concentration as he plays his keyboard, his eye on the music.

Any diversion is welcome while waiting to hear about hospital tests which we hope this time will be properly organised (and so far it doesn’t look like it).

At this time of year (to borrow the phrase he applied to the Football Association) “they move at a pace which makes a dead slug look like a blur”.

Playing with water

March 6, 2016 Leave a comment
Galileo contemplating the destruction of my cascade

Galileo by the blue pig, contemplating the destruction of my cascade

I’d been aware for some time that the water wasn’t reaching the pond from the ‘blue pig’ water tank.

It has about twenty-five metres of garden hose to go along (the original buried pipe having got furred up long ago due to the exceptional hardness of the spring water).

The thing to do is to find out where the worst blockage is, so I unscrewed in turn the joints along the length of the hose.

Aha, it wasn’t getting through the section right next to the blue pig. I substituted this piece of hose temporarily with a clean piece from elsewhere, and took the blocked length to the mains water to blast it through.

A great deal of mud, and dense sausages of algae like green icicles, plopped out.

I walked back to reposition the hose I’d cleaned. I was thinking – This is Heaven, playing with water on a windy mountain-top with a beautiful view. This must be the best activity in the world.

But fairy-feet Galileo had been drinking and climbing in the roof-tile cascade that takes excess water away from the blue pig and I had to spend a merry quarter of an hour scrambling about on the bank fixing it.

I didn’t feel quite so euphoric after that.