Sunday, 7 April 2019

WOODLAND SURPRISES !

When we went down to the woods yesterday we had a few big surprises!


The bluebells were out.



On the woodland avenue to Kinnitty Castle Hotel stood these fellows and a special home



A friendly looking old chap with a welcoming smile



and his charming female companion.



A special house for the wee woodland folk with a stout front door



which surely is a home to be proud of.


Sculptures by Irelands's very own master wood carver John Hayes
please view link below



I considered myself very fortunate to get this photo of a group of Sika Deer at rest.
 Four of them were aware of my presence so I kept very still to ensure they would not bolt.



Notice this years new antlers of the stag have recently started to sprout.

You can read about a previous visit to Kinnitty here -


Monday, 25 March 2019

A Hotchpotch or Soliloquy

It has been awhile since I have written on here and it is not because my thoughts have dried up, rather too many thoughts plus the return to a past activity, namely that of using art as an act of expression.

A hotchpotch is not a stew, although there are perhaps some who might like it to be. No, a Soliloquy would be perhaps the correct expression. Well, you will have to bear with me as I lay down the varied the ramblings of my mind, a seventy-six year young one at that.

I have decided to change my hair style. Since the age of fifteen, when my hair always stood upwards, it naturally mimicked that of a crew cut. Now it is being trained to flow downwards to cover my ears because I see them as being rather ugly protuberances which might be better covered up.
There is another problem with my ears, which has nothing to do with my hair style. At night I have become aware of them folding over when my head is on the pillow so I have be very careful how I place my head as I really do not want them to develop creases !

Each morning and throughout the day Mrs H and myself peer out of the window to watch the antics of a small family who live under the rose bush in the front garden. These creatures, the field mice, have very attractive ears and I would not mind if mine could be restyled to be like theirs.
I am in some doubt as to wether I ought to bring my aural concerns to my doctor, for am not sure of what her reactions might be. It was bad enough when I mentioned drinking nettle tea to cure a small health problem, though I did suggest to her that her cold sore could be easily remedied by taking L-Lysine (one of the amino acids).
Strangely since doing so I now have visit the surgery nurse, or Dracula as I privately refer to her, she takes the bloods you see.

I cannot but wonder what is to become of Britain. Mrs H made an a simile yesterday which I agreed with in its entirety: that Britain could be equated with the old big house up the street that historically always had the money and the power over the people who lived in the cottages; whereas today the big house still stands but no longer has it any power. In fact the folk who now occupy the big house seem to have lost all direction of how to look after the property that they have inherited and the fact that is that their ancestral home is a crumbling ruin and will soon be a pile of dust.

Well that's about it and all for today, except to wish you well.












Monday, 11 March 2019

A NATION DIVIDED

To my mind no truer words on the political situation in the Britain have been stated quite so clearly and in my opinion the current situation is a very sad state of affairs.

"Dear Mrs May
I am in France having a break having come here on the train all the way from Settle. I just read your letter to me and the rest of Britain wanting us all to unite behind the damp squib you call a deal. Unite? I laughed so much the mouthful of frogs legs I was eating ended up dancing all over the bald head of the bloke on the opposite table.
Your party’s little civil war has divided this country irreparably. The last time this happened Cromwell discontinued the custom of kings wearing their heads on their shoulders
I had a mother who was of Irish descent, an English father who lies in a Dutch graveyard in the village where his Lancaster bomber fell in flames. I had a Polish stepfather who drove a tank for us in WW2 and I have two half Polish sisters and a half Polish brother who is married to a girl from Donegal.
My two uncles of Irish descent fought for Britain in N Africa and in Burma. 
So far you have called us Citizens Of Nowhere and Queue Jumpers. You have now taken away our children and grandchildren’s freedom to travel, settle, live and work in mainland Europe. 
You have made this country a vicious and much diminished place. You as Home Sec sent a van round telling foreigners to go home. You said “ illegal” but that was bollocks as the legally here people of the Windrush generation soon discovered. 
Your party has sold off our railways, water, electricity, gas, telecoms, Royal Mail etc until all we have left is the NHS and that is lined up for the US to have as soon as Hannon and Hunt can arrange it
You have lied to the people of this country. You voted Remain yet changed your tune when the chance to grab the job of PM came. You should have sacked those lying bastards Gove and Bojo but daren’t because you haven’t the actual power. 
You have no answer to the British border on the island of Ireland nor do you know how the Gib border with Spain will work once we are out
Mrs May you have helped to divide this country to such an extent that families and friends are now no longer talking to each other, you have managed to negotiate a deal far worse than the one we had and all to keep together a party of millionaires, Eton Bullingdon boys, spivs and WI harridans. Your party conserves nothing. It has sold everything off in the name of the free market.
You could have kept our industries going with investment and development - Germany managed it. But no - The Free Market won so Sunderland, Barnsley, Hamilton etc could all go to the devil
So Mrs May my answer to your plea for unity is firstly that it is ridiculous. 48% of us will never forgive you for Brexit and secondly, of the 52% that voted for it many will not forgive you for not giving them what your lying comrades like Rees Mogg and Fox promised them. There are no unicorns, there is no £350 million extra for the NHS. The economy will tank and there will be less taxes to help out the poor. We have 350,000 homeless (not rough sleepers - homeless) in one of the richest countries on Earth and you are about to increase that number with your damn fool Brexit. 
The bald man has wiped the frogs legs of his head, I’ve bought him a glass of wine to say sorry; I’m typing this with one finger on my phone in France and I’m tired now and want to stop before my finger gets too tired to join the other one in a sailors salute to you and your squalid Brexit, your shabby xenophobia and Little Englander
mentality. Two fingers to you and your unity from this proud citizen of nowhere. I and roughly half the country will never forgive you or your party.
Mike Harding. "
The 
comic, presenter and veteran folk singer.

Thursday, 14 February 2019

A Valentine's Day Message !


‘For all the ladies that I have loved 
and all the others that I never met..’

IF I WAS ….

If I was wind
My gentle breath
Would linger caress
Shoulders to finger tips.

If I was rain, droplets
Would cascade gleaming
Diamonds brighter than light
That shines from your eyes.

If I was snow, flakes
As Rose petals, perfumed
By dawns early dew
Would cling tenderly on you.

If I was Sun, on you
No shadows would play
Only joy fun lights
and
Smiling beams all day.

©MRL 07. 01. 2000



Tuesday, 5 February 2019

Life Emerging



As I walked through our warm and sunny garden
I just had to take a photo of this little chap.



New life emerging or is he awakening from hibernation, the choice is really yours. To me I see him awakening from a satisfying sleep because I know that's the wary look that I give to the world on before emerging from my slumbers.

The one thing I am certain of is that himself and his friends will soon be working hard rejuvenating
the woodlands and all that is dear to them. For they are fantastic fellows who enjoy in equal measures happy frolics and hard work.

Has anyone else yet spotted one slumbering in their garden, do please let me know ?

It has just occurred to me that we can probably get a grant from the UK Gov. Witnessing as how Mrs May has lots of spare cash to splash about on lost causes.

Wednesday, 23 January 2019

LOOKING UP

I have been reading the on-line newspapers and watching the news reels nothing but negative stuff to be seen on any of them... so I decided to show myself in a quaint if not nutty mode and hoping to cheer you all up!




Thursday, 17 January 2019

A Personalised Card

I had a birthday the other week and have now attained the age of almost sensibility. I say: 'almost sensibility' because I doubt that I shall ever be entirely sensible and 76 is such a good time of life 
to have fun.


In fact I rather believe that our Toby (above) is far more sensible than I shall ever be and even he has not lost his sense of humour. 

We did though celebrate the day to our very best ability and a few friends came around in the evening bringing gifts and giving us surprises. One of which was to perfume the room by washing the floor in a unique way, by using a full bottle of Prosecco !

Oh the sadness that followed, the wringing of hands and gnashing of teeth was almost too much to bear. When all had died down and equilibrium restored I quietly went to the fridge and replaced the fallen one with a golden bottle of the same - I do think that we have give people time to wallow. 
Mrs H said that we ought to see it as the birthing of a new birthday tradition - rather like the launching of a new ship by breaking a bottle of champers on the bow.

I enjoyed all of the day, it was really good fun and intend to have many more. 
Though few will ever compare to my seventieth birthday celebration which went on for three long days, of twelve hour sessions with different friends arriving each day to do their best with laughter, music, singing and dancing. Might do something a similar next year... Mrs H please take note !


Well, onwards, onwards I must get back to the easel where a young mermaid is getting cold.

Have fun all of you and have a great new year !









Tuesday, 18 December 2018

Self Portrait

I don't believe that I have ever shared with you that my first love was painting and that at various times in my life I have been quite prolific. During the in-between times my mind was wholly taken up with poetry which filled and satisfied my being.

Creative poetry now seems to have left me high and dry once again ! So I have now returned to my first love once more and have set myself up in our spare room.


In the background are my glass paintings which provide a screen between two rooms.



Here is a replenished supply of my oil painting tools, the tin lid in the foreground is my palette.
I don't believe in wasting money on fancy equipment apart from 
my Peterson pipe and baccy of course - both very necessary to me!



Here is my painting, after twenty-five years of being in the doldrums. 
This is my first ever attempt at a self portrait (minus glasses and wrinkles of course - wink!) 
The background is Co. Clare where we recently holidayed.

Please let me know your opinions in the comments section.