Tropical Cold
A tropical place
Of great cold and ancient stories
White caps chasing wind
The sun can wait
Friday, 20 January 2012
Small Stones - January 6
Hidden Horizon
Coll stretches along a wide horizon
Rock and light shining and calling
People shopping and living
Invisible to my thoughts
Coll stretches along a wide horizon
Rock and light shining and calling
People shopping and living
Invisible to my thoughts
Labels:
Poetry,
small stones
Small Stones - January 2
Church Door
Carved leaves form the corners
An old door waits
The lock a new invention
A Chubb
Spirits locked in
Life locked out
Carved leaves form the corners
An old door waits
The lock a new invention
A Chubb
Spirits locked in
Life locked out
Labels:
Poetry,
small stones
Small Stones – January 1
Droplets and Jewels
Droplets like Jewels await under branches
I stand and marvel at their patience
Rain waits above the canopy
Trees collect my thoughts and they hang
Like leaves waiting for action
Droplets like Jewels await under branches
I stand and marvel at their patience
Rain waits above the canopy
Trees collect my thoughts and they hang
Like leaves waiting for action
Labels:
Poetry,
small stones
Thursday, 22 April 2010
Monty Hall's Hebridean Adventure
If you didn't catch this excellent programme watch it on iplayer. There is loads of Island stuff including Monty meeting with a local group to discuss interpretation and guided walks. This is so similar to the start of the Isle of Luing Interpretation Project I was involved in - although there were more cakes on Luing!!
Read a short BBC review:
After a year of city living, marine biologist and professional diver Monty Halls returns to live the good life in the Highlands and islands of Scotland. This time, he and his canine companion Reuben are sharing a restored crofter's cottage on the Hebridean island of North Uist. And he has a job to do, as a volunteer wildlife ranger.
Monty throws himself into island life: Highland Games, fishing for salmon and trout, and exploring the wildlife and remote reaches of his new domain. But winter is just around the corner, and he also needs to dig peat for fuel and fatten up pigs and turkeys for Christmas.
Here is the link for the programme:
www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00s635z
Read a short BBC review:
After a year of city living, marine biologist and professional diver Monty Halls returns to live the good life in the Highlands and islands of Scotland. This time, he and his canine companion Reuben are sharing a restored crofter's cottage on the Hebridean island of North Uist. And he has a job to do, as a volunteer wildlife ranger.
Monty throws himself into island life: Highland Games, fishing for salmon and trout, and exploring the wildlife and remote reaches of his new domain. But winter is just around the corner, and he also needs to dig peat for fuel and fatten up pigs and turkeys for Christmas.
Here is the link for the programme:
www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00s635z
Wednesday, 21 April 2010
Boulmer Sands
One of my favourite places in Northumberland - Boulmer Sands. The light the sand and the sky all combine to create a lovely special place.
Ripples
My current project is to do with Ripples. Ripples in time, Ripples in Nature and how thoughts and ideas can flow between the spaces in life. Spaces can be created in your head - Zen Meditation and the Nothingness of Wuji create the space to think and be at one with nature. Then stuff happens.
Thursday, 18 February 2010
Monday, 30 November 2009
Nico - I'm Not Sayin' (1965)
Love this song by Nico - how cool is she? and the video of her sitting in water under a bridge - phew fantastic stuff.
Sunday, 22 November 2009
Immortalised in Stone
So at last we have the first project on the ground for the Caledonia Way. At Kentallen Norman Bissell's poem "A Mooring" has been carved into stone along the shoreline. David Campbell Stonemason worked all last week to get the stones all done before the really bad weather sets in.
The poem goes like this:
ON ROCK
Air clach
LICHEN CIRCLES
Cearcall Crotal
THRIFT QUIVERS
Neòinean-cladaich air chrith
BIRCH GROWS
Beithe a' fàs
WATERS RUSH
Uisge a' ruith
A MOORING
air acair
And here is the proof:

The poem goes like this:
ON ROCK
Air clach
LICHEN CIRCLES
Cearcall Crotal
THRIFT QUIVERS
Neòinean-cladaich air chrith
BIRCH GROWS
Beithe a' fàs
WATERS RUSH
Uisge a' ruith
A MOORING
air acair
And here is the proof:

Tuesday, 22 September 2009

A pile of stuff has been happening lately. Workwise and otherwise. Tonight I have just finished a tender document - basically three days work in order to jump through the hoops of official speak - at least my tender document was a fraction of the length of the procurement document terms and conditions. These things are supposed to make things easier and yet they simply reward the companies who are able to read through the clutter of all this nonsense.

The images to the left are graphics based on each of the themes. Other stuff going on includes working with my group of Adults with Learning Disabilities on branding their project - Holder House Community Allotment. Tomorrow we visit Sunderland Winter Gardens to see what they are all about. More about this another time.
My guitar stuff is still on the go - got a new guitar - Yamaha Semi Acoustic.
Andy James visit is approaching and we are all getting ready for that.
Got to go now - more later.
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