Well I nearly had quite a few words on this ‘wordless’ Wednesday because WordPress has been doing all kinds of strange things to this post. But I think (HOPE) it might work this time!
Today I’m really excited and honoured to be guest blogging for Anita Mathias about rose gardens, police officers and prophetic planting in the lovely town of Todmorden. You can find the post here.
Well I meant to have a little rest after all the Advent blogging, but not to be away for quite as long as this. I went down with a virus just after handing in a particularly demanding assignment – there are many things about student life that are actually easier when you are older, but staying up late to write essays is not one of them.
Still, there were some consolations about languishing in my sick bed and one of them was fellow mature student Jacqueline bestowing the ‘one lovely blog’ award on me. It was a wonderful surprise and cheered me up completely. Thank you so much, Jacqueline.
Although the award did not stipulate this, I would imagine I am supposed to pass it on. The problem is that nearly all the blogs I read are written by people who have been around for years and have thousands of followers and probably hundreds of awards too. So instead of directly passing it on, I thought I would share with you some of my favourite posts from the many I have read in the last couple of weeks.
Even if you don’t like knitting, you should take a look at this amazing design from Kate. I think it is something like a work of art. And in many ways it is typical of Kate’s blog, too – done to an extremely high standard but full of fun at the same time.
I have been visiting the Lake District since I was seven years old and many of my very happiest memories involve tramping the fells either alone or with people I love. So I was quite envious when I read that Felix was heading that way to record some sheep and develop a wool-related art project. Of course sheep are an essential part of the Cumbrian landscape; even so, when I listened to her first recording, of a Rough Fell ram, I was amazed that tears immediately sprang into my eyes. It seems that for me the sound of sheep has a direct link to some pretty deep emotions. Her sheep pictures are fabulous, too.
Moving some way away from sheep, this review of Graham Greene’s The Quiet American deals brilliantly with issues of colonialism, culture and mission.
Official ‘eco nomad’ Nick recently returned from Romania where he witnessed at first hand a fast-vanishing way of life on some remote hillside farms. His thoughts and pictures are fascinating.
Finally, here is a beautiful post from the ever-wise Soulemama on the importance of living life at the pace of your children (when they are small, that is – I definitely don’t plan to live life at the same speed as my teenagers do).
Spotted in a Little Chef on the A14 (we were on the road for some seasonal visiting).
What exactly does this sign mean? If I have the right to have exactly what I want when I want it, could I please have a lightly boiled egg with toast soldiers followed by apple crumble cooked just the way my mum does it? I didn’t dare ask but I’m fairly sure that it wouldn’t be available, despite the fact that I am apparently ‘the almighty ruler’. I could, however, have an extra large bacon double cheeseburger with 963 calories in it. Or nine chicken nuggets made from ‘traceable’ chicken – this presumably means that it might be possible for someone somewhere to tell me which battery farm had supplied this particular branch of Burger King.
Well done, Burger King: when all that is available is absolute rubbish, the lie that we have the right to whatever we want is exposed in its utter absurdity.
Picture by Julian Dobson