Human: It’s tea! You wouldn’t enjoy tea… Tess: I know it’s tea, and I’ve had my water. I’m not looking at either of those. Human: What then? Tess: That tasty looking biscuit…you’re half way through.. Human: ‘No greater love hath a man, than he share his last biscuit!’ Tess: Huh? Human: Never mind…. ©Copyright Stephen Tanham, 2020.
It’s a short post this morning… I’m awash to the gunnels with prep for this coming weekend’s ‘On the Pictish Trail’ weekend, based in Inverness and a few points north; eventually, (with a whittled-down group) ending up in Orkney, one of the most naturally spiritual landscapes I’ve even visited. All those will be reported on here, and at the Silent Eye in due course. … Read More #ShortWrytz : PotFest – it’s a hoot!
You might not think it from the photo, but the rain was beating down when I took the shot. Tess’ pose gives a clue. She’s fed up, too… It’s the end of August, for heaven’s sake. But Storm Francis is trying to exterminate everyone north of Birmingham… For once, the photo is not about the collie… The subject is the faded ‘summer sign’ on … Read More #ShortWrytz : a little sand between the toes
We were walking Tess, our collie, along the estuary shore at Arnside. We had seen the stripey sails of the boats from the local sailing club and wanted a closer look. There was something odd about a passing seagull. I smiled, sure of my evidence for once… “Tide’s going out,” I said. My wife, Bernie, responded immediately. “Nope…” She was born in Heysham, across … Read More Stripey sail, logical fail
Mum had begun to look restless. She’d spotted something… We’d skipped breakfast, and were hungry, but had been assured that our destination was more than capable of feeding us. Overhead, an old steam engine thundered – way too fast – towards a bend in the track. I would have studied its doomed motion had my mother, who, at ninety, has dementia, not just wandered … Read More Brave acts, Books and Buns…
We start early the following day… There is that sense of being able to finish the whole project if we focus – and if we are prepared to be a bit brutal. There’s a certain recklessness about this attitude, but it’s born of an image of something to come that has great potency… The first thing is to pick off the easy tasks, especially … Read More Locked-down and Armed: one man’s struggle with entropy (8) – End
It’s an important day… definitely make or break. You arrive early and we have a toasted sandwich washed down with tea. The sun is climbing over the trees, but it’s cool in Salty Pete, and we sense that this will be a very positive period of reconstruction. We need something upbeat to get us started, so here’s a bit of Abba to set the … Read More Locked-down and Armed: one man’s struggle with entropy (7) – Hanging Gardens
So, now we’ve got to move swiftly! I see you’re willing and able, You have your faded work- jeans on and you can borrow my older safety helmet. It’s a bit squeaky, but perfectly functional. We have two hours to paint Salty Pete between squares 1 and 19. See the ‘Lucky Bag’ diagram, below . During the last hour before you arrived, I’ve been … Read More Locked-down and Armed: one man’s struggle with entropy (6) – White Space and USOs
I didn’t explain about the three drills… I’ve written about the new one – a slinky DeWALT with a noise that makes you shiver with DIYlight. The other two are older versions by the same maker. Buying the new one was prompted by the failure of both my re-chargeable batteries, when I tried to use the drill after a year of idleness… So, technically, … Read More Locked-down and Armed: one man’s struggle with entropy (5) – The White Rabbit
I didn’t set out to have three drills… The posh one, a nice DIY model from DeWALT, was bought because both the batteries for my previous drill failed at the same time, after lying idle in their case for nearly a year… My fault. So, with lockdown looming, we dashed out to Wickes in Morecambe and got a new one. Portable drills have come … Read More Locked-down and Armed: one man’s struggle with entropy (4) – Push and Twist