Thursday, September 23

A poem for Thursday.

"Public toilets have a duty to be accessible...poetry does not".- Geoffrey Hill.   Many thanks to Jim at "The truth about lies". I'm on a winner here, even I don't quite understand what this one means!

We often used to travel back and forth from Warrington to Belfast via the Stranraer Ferry.As my brother was always interested in the maternal side of the family tree, being perverse, I decided to search out the beginnings of the McClelland clan my father's side. So we found Balmaclellan village on the map, as we knew that it was in the Galloway area.
We found an ancient castle, still standing, still lived in, all be it then by a Swedish Count.
He invited us in to look around once he knew that I had been born a McClelland.
The original tower structure was 12thC. and other parts had subsequentially been added in the 1700s. It was quite small as castles go, but impressed me and gave me a sense of generational history. My part of the family had left in the 17thC. and when I wondered how they could ever have left such a beautiful part of Scotland, I was told that they were probably thrown out as cattle thieves! Oh dear...then another in the village told me not to worry as they were all cattle thieves on the borders in those days.... a necessity of life.
So that is where this came from and the thoughts going through my mind at the time.


Birth and death still join their hands
with living in between.
And imperfection rides the land
like some Imperial Queen.

There, Warrington and Belfast
are mixed up in a stew,
And boiled together on the flame of life
'til each imbues
 it's flavour on the other one.

For one is birth ,the other death
 and one is death the other birth.

Those stories we were told
while small
and at the mother's knee,
Of black and white
of birth and death
No longer lie so easily
in regimented
homely grooves.

Now I have lost the meaning
of so many of those truths.

Hmmm... the place is up for sale and I feel a personal loss..just a bit far for a day out!

Wednesday, September 22

Morecambe Goodies

We have another good is that!  Well before you think,"Ha to them!"  let me tell you that it is in the "wild" west end of Morecambe, ex-guest house, nobody wanted them 8 years ago. When I told some of my friends that we had purchased this with the money Alan's dad Sydney left, and  that  it wasn't so much and fairly unexpected, they still grimaced and shook their heads!
Well boo- hoo to them! Over the years E.U. money came in, Urban Splash remade the Midland Hotel, and both young English families and Polish families took over a lot of the houses and the town started to change. It still has a long, long way to go in the West End. But most of it can no longer be called.."wild"!

Here are some of the people and happenings that make this one of the best kept secrets that I know!

Everybody knows about the beauty of the Lake District, but the best view of it is across the Bay on a sunny day, with a gentle ripple of white water on the sea.

And of course everyone knows about the stunning sunsets over the Furness peninsula. When these occur the prom is full of photographers snapping for a special one.

But even in the depth of winter the bay can be stunning.

Now I can already hear you say, "well it takes more than a sunset to convince me ."
So here is one of the lovely experiences from the last 12 months.

If it's early summer, then it must be the Great 50's Rock and Roll Weekend, so get on your gear and let's go dancing.

I'm so jealous as I can't really dance, certainly not like these folks. And even the kids get in the act.

With dad looking on and posing in that superb 50's gear! Look at those shoes...made for dancing!

50's moves!

Can't stop my feet tapping!

And you know that you're going to need some refreshment after all that. Who better to provide it ,than the gorgeous Kate. Really a graphic designer, one of the young southerners to come up and reside locally. She bought the old van and brought it back to life and sells at all of the special celebrations.
Gosh what a great outfit on that cool Teddyboy...well he will be cool after he eats the icecream.

So a little taster of more to fact Morecambe!
look out for another taster soon!