Sunday, 22 March 2020


I have lost all enthusiasm in blogging and  even reading those of others ! Yet I am loathe to close down a herons view lest I change my mind at some future time.

My attempts at writing poetry has left me high and dry too however, I have returned to my brushes and oils to past the time with and enjoying myself immensely.

Below one of my recent paintings

Sunset over East Galway from West Clare
© MRL 2020

Please Note I am unable to respond to any of your comments, all of which are very welcome and it is not my fault or even that my O.S. the problem is either Google and or one of their subsidiaries = such as Blogger !

Thursday, 6 February 2020

Professing !

Actual  professing.

There are times when every learned person has the duty of stepping up to the line and of explaining the intricacies of life from their own deep well of knowledge.

This was one of those times.

My thanks to all who have left a comment including Colonel Blimp alias Cro Magnon who can never be polite no matter how hard he tries.

Tuesday, 31 December 2019


I often keep a look out for interesting and unusual things when I am out and about to use as blog topics and a few days before Christmas I was in awe to observe a hearse in Lidl's car park. We did look and it was empty at the time.

Later as we were leaving I noticed a fellow customer walking across the car park carrying several large frozen turkeys, he seemed to be heading in the direction of the hearse.
Mrs H went off to investigate.
As they were chatting the man put down his burden and opened the passenger door.
Out fell several more very large frozen turkey carcasses. 
Obviously imbued with Christmas spirit he then tried to stuff them all onto the seat and into the footwell. Mrs H helped, secretly hoping that he would open the rear door and place them in a line where the coffin would normally rest.
It was not to be, so wishing him season's greetings we drove away still wondering why an undertaker would want so many frozen turkeys. 
Answers below please. 

Saturday, 21 December 2019


My favourite tipple at this time of the year

home made blend of Vodka and Polish Cherry juice


So it leaves me no more to do
than  send to you 
my readers and friends 
The Very 
of a

Still a problem leaving comments on my own blog
and yet I was able to leave one.
Strange things are occurring in the blogging world!

Friday, 6 December 2019


In a moment of haste I deleted A Herons' View.  That decision was probably caused by a cocktail of drugs that was administered to me by the anaesthetist prior to a procedure in a prominent Dublin hospital.

Never in my life have I ever been quite so stoned for such a long time, the hallucinations seemed to go on for hours on end and only truly ceased when Mrs H called in a friend to give me an extended reflexology treatment.

Oh bless their cotton socks! That really did work by returning me back to planet earth very quickly.

I mentioned my experiences to my GP who laughed out loud and said "Well Mel that's because we keep the best for ourselves !"

I suppose one good thing did come about though. I posted my stash of pipe tobacco to a friend - minus my pipe which I have been unable to locate - so that is the end of my pipe smoking days.

My treatment is not yet finished and I can foresee several visits more which I will try to keep a handle on without acting so rashly in the future.

Sunday, 17 November 2019


I shall be missing for awhile as am going into hospital for a procedure on my bladder,
hopefully my stay there will not be a long one.

The one good thing is that I have neither pain or discomfort, it seems very strange to write that because I have always assumed that patients have too feel poorly.

Well my friends be good to yourselves and to the strangers that you meet on the road.

All the very best to you !


All that I can say at the moment is that investigations are on going and that apart from feeling a little tired at times I am without pain.

Tuesday, 29 October 2019

Science : of Governance

Westminster Storms 

Found this on social media and thought it amusing.

Oxford University researchers have discovered the densest element yet known to science.
The new element, Governmentium (symbol=Gv), has one neutron, 25 assistant neutrons, 88 deputy neutrons and 198 assistant deputy neutrons, giving it an atomic mass of 312.
These 312 particles are held together by forces called morons, which are surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like particles called pillocks.
Since Governmentium has no electrons, it is inert. However, it can be detected, because it impedes every reaction with which it comes into contact.
A tiny amount of Governmentium can cause a reaction that would normally take less than a second, to take from 4 days to 4 years to complete.
Governmentium has a normal half-life of 2 to 6 years.
It does not decay, but instead undergoes a reorganisation in which a portion of the assistant neutrons and deputy neutrons exchange places.
In fact, Governmentium's mass will actually increase over time, since each reorganisation will cause more morons to become neutrons, forming isodopes.
This characteristic of moron promotion leads some scientists to believe that Governmentium is formed whenever morons reach a critical concentration.
This hypothetical quantity is referred to as a critical morass.
When catalysed with money, Governmentium becomes Administratium (symbol=Ad), an element that radiates just as much energy as Governmentium, since it has half as many pillocks but twice as many morons.

Sunday, 27 October 2019


TOBY my faithful companion

On second thoughts I have decided to keep the blog going, in spite of Google restricting and curtailing my democratic rights to comment on other peoples blogs. Nor am I going with some peoples' advice to put google chrome on top of Apple's Catalina operating system or any other alternative programme. In similar vein am not moving over to Wordpress either, for no other reason other than my stubbornness.

I guess that I am making a silent return on this lovely sunny October day, sitting as I do near the window and today, looking up into a clear blue cloudless sky while a slight breeze gently trembles the leaves. The sight of this brings peace into the core of my being.

'Peace' at the core of our being is a very precious state to be in. So very subtle that it is hard to attain and also to maintain for very long. I know that some people see this state as being part a religious experience, I know for instance that the Dalia Lama mentions it as a being a mind-body-soul state, however, the word 'soul' rips me up somewhat for I am not a religious person and think the experience is that of mind-brain-body.

None of the above matters very much or is of any importance to anyone but my self they are merely words rolled into sentences and punctuated for ease of your understanding the thoughts of a complicated person.

Well until the next blog post I wish you all peace.

It seems now that I cannot even reply to comments ! so I will use this page to thank Debra for her kindly one.

Thanks Cat sorry about not getting visits or notifications of them. I must point out that Ireland is an independent state and is not in part of the UK or the Commonwealth. We are though a member of the EU and happy to be so.

Kris : May thanks for your kind words !

Lettice: I note that we have/had similar problems, pity that Google is so large that they cannot rectify the situation.

Vallypee: Thank you for your kind offer which I will take up.

at 17:22

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.

Wednesday, 5 December 2018


I am not in my studio today. Waiting for the paint to dry is an excuse for feeling lazy, due perhaps to my nocturnal travels.

There is a portal in the bedroom that I enter that allows me to visit other realms of life. Last night's journey was to faery and I had some wonderful adventures with those special folk. We went to a hurling match which was quite violent at times, almost like a faery war but not. Did you know that outside of the arena they play their fiddles for the sole purpose of encouraging and enlivening the hurlers ? That was news to me.

After the match I made my way home via a coastal route that took me close to the sea where I saw an old chap fishing with his pole, dressed in colourful clothes and wearing a wooly cap. I think he felt a bit shy because as I watched the colours of his clothing started to fade until all that was left of him was a black outline that pulsated once or twice and then was gone for good.

The fisherman did appear again later and this time he was just an outline of himself sitting precariously (I thought) on a very thin, twiggy branch of a blackthorn tree. This time I avoided staring at him for any length of time in case he took fright again. 

My journey ceased near a mound not too far from where I live and very soon I was back in bed and sound asleep.

So What did you do before sleep
last night ?