I am off on my holidays and thus I shall not be blogging for awhile and may not even return as I am losing interest. Perhaps I will return and perhaps not.
Saturday, 29 September 2018
What does an only child do to find friends when he lives in one town in which he was not born and attends school in another town which is six miles away?
He joins the Wolf Cubs at the age of nine in 1952 to improve his social life and gain a few playmates.
By joining I was following in my father's footsteps. There were no cubs in his day so at the age of eleven he joined a Midlands Scout Troop in 1914, becoming a Patrol Leader and an adept First Aider, Woodsman, Tracker and Cook.
4th Newton Abbot Wolf Cub Pack
I am standing in the back row on the end right.
I progressed through the Wolf Cubs completing the training and earning badges for all of the tests, the first being 'how to thread a needle and sew on a badge'.
My memory is a little hazy but I do know that we had to learn to march and to keep in step, otherwise a loud voice would shout out "Lloyd, do you have two left feet?"
Oh the ignominy I felt when that was said.
Eventually it was no trouble at all to keep in step with the others.
Life progressed and eventually I passed on to become a Boy Scout (or sprout) in the 4th Newton Abbot Scout Group and in 1954 the troop attended The Devon Jamboree which was an international gathering from about ten different countries.
There were two amusing incidents that lightened up my boring stay there. One was when The Chief Scout's jeep knocked down the entrance of a local troops gateway and the second when a Scandinavian Scout fell into the latrine and was taken to hospital.
However I was very glad that I attended the jamboree and experienced all of the dumbing down by the seniors, for that gave me the impetus to join the local the 1st Newton Abbot Sea Scouts.
In those days they met in a room above the Seven Stars Public House and on my second meeting I was initiated into the fine art of imbibing beer!
After a few weeks of learning the skills of drinking we relocated ourselves to Hackney, near Kingsteignton on the upper estuary of the River Teign and handily enough only a stones throw from The Passage House Inn.
Now this fine hostel stocked not just beer and ales but that grandest of West Country Liquor - Rough Cider/Scrumpy, as well as delicious platefuls of crab sandwiches.
Jack Hayward was the landlord, a most amenable man, who was always ready to have a laugh and not ask any silly questions regarding age.
The 1st Newton Abbot Sea Scout Group.
This time I am in the back row and the fourth from the left,
my sailors hat was too small and made me look as if I had a high forehead.
Myself with my back to the camera being ferryman to the photographer
and his son sitting in the stern.
Tuesday evenings were our regular Scouts' night of tuition, learning various knots and what they were used for, first aid, tracking, identification of birds found in the estuary and at sea, their calls and coastal navigation.
We were taught to estimate the height of a tree by its shadow and to find north using a wrist or pocket watch - point the hour hand to the sun and the numeral six on the face is north.
The Sea Scouts were able to do all that the Land Scouts could do and lots more besides, including unarmed combat.
A four man racing gig where I am the bow oar, my position,
regardless of the type of craft that we were rowing.
Whether it was a naval cutter or whaler, Mel was the bow oar.
Our boat crew did well at the regattas. One year we came first in the West of England Whaler Championship at Dartmouth and we also won the Ships in Harbour race.
Dartmouth College, or to use it's full name Brittania Royal Naval College, was our second home during the summer for two weeks, where we held our Summer Camp in a variety of tents.
Lots of fun was had by all and sundry.
I can honestly say that joining the Sea Scouts gave me great pleasure for several years of my life.
Messing about in boats, whether rowing or sailing, is a very healthy life with lots of exercise that keeps a person fit and mentally alert.
I could write a book about all the goings on however, I'm sure your imagination and a few earlier hints can fill in the dots - if only our parents had known !
Sunday, 23 September 2018
On Saturday we took a road that is now very familiar.
We were visiting a friend's art exhibition, titled 'Ancestral Breath', at the Loughcrew Megalithic Centre. This is Lar's second exhibition at the centre and it opened earlier this week, in time for Autumn Equinox.
Lar Dooley a with Mrs H
Lar is a Primitive Artist who has developed his own unique style of painting
which is very textured and almost tempts the onlooker to touch the surfaces.
He is inspired by Ireland's ancient monuments and carvings.
I am very attracted by his depiction of the Poulnabrone Dolmen, Co Clare
The artist himself - Lar Dooley September 2018
Monday, 17 September 2018
Our grandson's artwork and an explanation.
The rabbits are playing hide n seek in the garden with the hedgehog, it's the last game of the day as the sun is setting & they must go into animal castle for the night to be safe... The lights are on in the castle to welcome them in & the drawbridge is down ready!
Mrs H's new shoes and Toby's hairy paws.
I wonder if she should now be called Twinkly Toes ?
I have often noticed that this particular roof is always covered in pigeons,
surely they don't nest there other wise their eggs would roll off ?
The roadside welcome to Kinvarra when arriving from Galway - City of the Tribes.
The Tribes were the fourteen merchant families who prospered from trade with continental Europe. They dominated Galway's municipal government during the medieval and early modern eras.
My new pipe arrived in the post today a gift from Mrs H who has been encouraging me
to replace my old one for a couple of years now.
Sunday, 9 September 2018
You may have noticed that I have been absent from the world of blogging for a considerable time and my excuse is that I accompanied Mrs H who was exhibiting her artwork, for a little over 9 weeks, at The Loughcrew Megalithic Centre near Oldcastle in Co. Meath. It was very successful and we met a lot of interesting people from all over the world, as well as making lots of new friends and reconnecting with old ones.
Physically we both felt weary after the exhibition closed so we decided to treat ourselves to a bit of R and R to recharge our batteries.
We have a favourite place in which to do this, a world away from our habitat, a place that I can best describe as being an area of old wildness that is skirted by the sea, a place that has always revitalised us with it's gentleness.
Please enjoy the photos.
Tell me do you too have a favourite place where you recharge your inner battery ?
A refurbished Norman Towerhouse
A ladies bike with no sign of the owner and just to make sure that she had not
jumped into the sea I did take a look.
Seeing this oarsmen reminded me of a favourite piece of music, The Lonesome Boatman.
This old timer always catches my eye.
I'm not sure whether the yacht on the quay side has recently been removed from the water or if she has been there all summer.
As for this green hulled boat I assume that it is a workboat of some kind or other.
One thing is for sure it is the first craft I have ever seen to have exhaust pipes on
either side of the wheelhouse.
A bird on the loose ?
Long ago, in a former occupation of mine, seagulls were known as being
re-incarnated Fleet Chief Petty Officers, others knew them as shite hawks.
Now here is a really tidy, neat and clean looking sloop to be proud of.
What about this elderly lady, isn't she in good shape for her age ?
I bet her owner is very proud of her !
Monday, 6 August 2018
Some of the Esteemed Visitors to Jane Brideson's Exhibition
'Tales from The Cailleach' at Loughcrew Megalithic Centre in Co Meath.
The lovely lady above is a fellow blogger Nols http://www.nols-agirlforallseasons.com ,
a school teacher in Co. Westmeath who regardless of her Sat-nav eventually found her way to us by using the old way of asking questions. It was great to meet a fellow blogger.
From a far and distant corner of county Cork came our friend of longstanding the beautiful
A rose between two thorns, artist Jane Brideson or to be more correct between two authors.
On the left is Gary Branigan author of Ancient & Holy Wells of Dublin
and on the right, Malachy Hand co-author of Loughcrew Cairns - A visitors Guide
Anthony Murphy with Jane.
Anthony is the author of several books about the sacred landscape of Ireland
and creator of Mythical Ireland.
Some visitors from Greece admiring Jane's cards and prints.
Blogger and fellow artist Danielle of A Sparkle of Dani's World
The vivacious and caring Rosaleen of Rosaleen Allen.ie
Sean Gilmartin aka Giller to his friends,
an historian and photographer who hates to be photographed.
Just a few of the wonderful visitors who have made their way to the Megalithic Centre to view
Jane's art, there were many others who I should have taken photo's of but for one reason or other
I failed to do so, perhaps it was shyness on my part.
Thursday, 19 July 2018
I saw this in the local SUPERVALU store in Mountmellick, Co Laois this morning.
I was horrified to see bundles of firewood blocking access to the defibrillator !
Just imagine, someone is having a heart attack nearby and precious seconds are wasted
while the logs are removed to reach the machine that can help save a life.
Then of course I realised that this is also the town
where a local politician hit the headlines suggesting that
dogs should be fitted
Does this sort of behaviour occur where you live ?
Monday, 9 July 2018
The Weaver of Grass
left a comment on my last blog post saying
that she expected to see something of the exhibition soon.
So in order to fulfil her request
here they are...
For more details and greater information please view
Thursday, 5 July 2018
Phew! It has been hot with a capital H with temperatures of up to 35. 5 deg C and no rain for 15 days,
a rare old novelty for Ireland. In consequence I dug into the back of my wardrobe and brought out my light weight linen clothes.
Mrs H's exhibition of her wonderful paintings are now on display in The Loughcrew Megalithic Centre. I have been forbidden to display them until they have been released on social media however, I can show you what is going on the outside and tell you that we have met some lovely kind and very interesting people from all over the world as well as meeting up again with old friends.
We set up the exhibition on Saturday 30th June and were very fortunate in having two very exceptional friends who took on the work of hanging and arranging the eighteen pictures on show.
They were Maj the ladder and Patsy who directed the order of hanging with a few suggestions put in by myself. We started at 10.15 and were totally ready by 12.45 for the 1pm opening.
The courtyard of the Loughcrew Megalithic Centre.
Visit the Centre - LOUGHCREW MEGALITHIC CENTRE
Two old lads: Lar and Seán from Dublin having a chat.
The Artist entertains two lovely ladies from Drogheda.
A Monkey Puzzle Tree that caught my eye.
A twenty-nine year old Toyota Starlet that next year
will be a Road Tax free vehicle when it becomes thirty years of age.
Looking forward to seeing you all there at the
Tales from the Cailleach Exhibition
Where I will allow you to buy me
a coffee and a cake.
Sunday, 24 June 2018
On our last day out we came home by a circuitous route that took us very close to the Burren
National Park. We did this because I thought I had seen a neolithic feature on my iPhone which turned out not to be one, however, I really did see a stone man looking at me over the hedge.
Can you see his face ?
As you are probably aware I have not posted for awhile and the reason is that Mrs H with a slight bit of help from me has been very busy preparing for her new exhibition. She has been doing all the behind the scenes work that artists have to do with their work, visits to the framers, selecting the right frame colour and style for each painting, besides having them all photographed and then resizing the images for our printer to make the art cards.
On the table is one of the finished paintings that we have brought back from the framers and you can see his cord stretching across the back which will be used by the new owner.
For exhibition purposes I have to put an additional hanging cord on to allow the viewers eye to see the detail of the paintings.
A stash of completely finished works with their exhibition cords added.
The poster advertising Mrs H's Exhibition