Saturday, 13 July 2019

The Talented One

A Good Woman

The title of this blog post could quite easily have been 'In Praise of a Good Woman' or 'Mrs H at Work' or various other themes in praise of my life partner.

It is not easy working one these mini diggers but here she is with a smile on her face enjoying every moment with such apparent ease.

We needed to remove a low dry sandstone wall. Which I had built about twenty or so years ago with the idea of making a rockery and waterfall - oh the plans of mice and men! Completion was put on the long finger, I ought to have known better. So we have now used the stone on a far better project, namely as base for our recycling bins.

What special talents do your partners have ?

Sunday, 7 July 2019

HELLO ! I Think - i am back.


Someone asked what is on my mind. I refused to answer because the inner dwelling had not yet formed into words or pictures. Only later am I able to say:-

My mind is full of beautiful positivity that continuously grows in four directions, until my whole being shall be totally filled. All in preparation for my journey. Which is mine alone, though sometimes it momentarily brushes against other minds and we share a connectivity before moving on.

©MRL 2019

Tuesday, 21 May 2019

Special Announcement

There is a lot going on in my life at the moment and changes have to be made in what activities suit me best. Therefore I am taking a long break from blogging.

Friday, 10 May 2019


Now here's a chilling fact. Every one hundred thousand years the planet had an ice age that lasted for about twelve thousand years, it has been delayed by global warming which we are being informed will be devastating on all life forms. 

My question is which would you prefer extreme cold or heat ?

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Sunday, 7 April 2019


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


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. "
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 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
Smiling beams all day.

©MRL 07. 01. 2000