A Poem for Thursday....

I was asked by @neviepiecakes aka Natasha Collins...lovely daughter..if I would post some pics for seven days from the different series that I've taken on camera. Thankyou Natasha.
This photo is one of three from a travel series. It now belongs to a great friend. I'm sure that there are references in this pic from wonderful international photographers...and so I give them thanks for their blogs and hope that I may have learnt from them and their skills.

I often think poetry when I take pics...and this little poem is very apt for the feelings often there when on a long journey...and you are really nowhere!

To Travel

To travel is to be nowhere.

You’re not here

And you’re not there.

So,

If you get the wrong train to somewhere,

Or you get off at

The wrong station for somewhere,

Does that mean

That you have completely disappeared?

And when the train gets to somewhere

Will they find that you are nowhere.

And how will you get back from there?

I'll post the other two in the series for you. 

 The start of the journey

All change at Euston

Blogging, followers and friends!!

I've been posting blogs since March 2010...I can hardly believe that!

 But in all that time I've not personally met a single blogger friend. Well all that has changed! 

The timing was exact...the place was right ...the conversation started...and lo and behold...someone who actually had read my posts...finding them on the sidebar list of the wonderful Pen Wilcox. Stunned ..we both were.

I was standing by the Pithoi pots at The Beetham Garden Centre near Milnthorpe in Lancashire when as I was ringing the rims to make sure that the pot was whole..as.any little crack or flaw will not give a bell-like sound. (This I know from the potter himself!...he had rung one or two before going off to buy a pot for our Christmas present to one another.)

It's big!...some in the Tuesday evening ceramic group that he teaches wondered why he didn't make it himself...well...it's bigger than the kiln for a start! And pithoi from Crete are famous for their shapes and traditional decoration.

So now I'm a follower on "woolywanderer" on Instagram...I'm G Snape there.."Documenting the Mundane" by the way. And also a follower on multicolouredmadness.blogspot.com .

We hugged with laughter and tears and hugged again...two grown women who had never met but had so much in common! 

Well that's blogging for you. You wait five years and along comes a follower and then a friend. We shall plan to meet up again I'm sure of that as we both have homes around that glorious Bay I talk about so much.

Thankyou Blogspot...thankyou daughter amelieshouse.blogspot.co.uk for getting me started...thankyou senior grandgirl troase.blogspot.co.uk for encouraging and quietly showing me techie things!!

The Round circle of Life...

So...this grandgirl...one of my southern ones ...is writing songs...
I love that thought...
Why?
Well because that's what I did at her age....9 years old...
..and furthermore continued to do for many years ...and more than that recorded in a London studio at the end of the 60s and early 70s......
...so what...I hear you say ?
Well the mum ...loyal daughter...said to her ...
"Do you know who else in our family wrote songs?...
...Grangee"....that's me by the way...
"shall we google her?"
(what rubbish ...it was 40 years ago!)
OOOOPS....there she is, and guess what the LP is for sale....
.....at what?!!!

      £195!?

GERRY McCLELLAND ~ ECHOES ME ~ JESUS XIAN FEMVOX JAZZ LOUNGE UK LP ~ DON RENDELL

£195.00 Free Postage

 Never!
I'm stunned...I want to go searching in the boxes...you know the ones that everyone keeps under their beds...don't you?...and see if I can find some chewed-up copy somewhere!!!
I google...yes it's true.
But what's that I see?

...I've died!!!!!

Yes that's why the LP is so expensive...I can't produce any more ....I suppose!!!!
Talk about wikipedia.
Yes I did make records...they were Jazz, Soul, of their time, and lo and behold it appears that people still want them!
Well I suppose I should have realised that as I get my PRS through each year....though to be honest it wouldn't take me very far nowadays .
But it's still a nice feeling when it comes through the letterbox.

I've written to the very nice man who wrote up about my demise....what was it that Spike Milligan said?...something like ..."The news of my death has been much exaggerated"....
...or was it ..."I told you I was ill"..?



...aunt Helen would say..."So much water under the Lagan Bridges"

Dear blogging friends...you must realise how much I'm loving this!!!!