My favourite museum exhibit anywhere I have ever been reside at the Oriental Museum in Durham. It is an intricately carved jade mountain. I keep having to back there to see it again. If I could own one piece from any museum on earth it would be this.
FRIENDS OF MINE
Sunday, 28 June 2020
Monday, 1 June 2020
May and June: The Bridge Between
It's June already and in many ways it feels like we should get a refund on the first half of this year. We've been short-changed. Living has been interrupted. But I am reminded this year in particular of May and June -- not the months, but two sisters I never knew. They were born either side of midnight on May 31st and June 1st 1940 and so would have been 80 today but they died in infancy as, two years later, did another sister Eleanor. They never had a life but of course they were never forgotten and so on behalf of my other sisters, Annabelle, Margaret, Esme and Christine and the broader family, I remember them today by reading this poem for you The Bridge Between, on Facebook and posting it here too.
I have had 66 years on this good Earth. We have life every day. Let's treasure it.
My parents 1950-something
The Bridge Between
On days of foxgloves we were taken a walk
to the wee stone bridge that united
the twin town-lands of Dunclug and Kirkinriola.
One foot in each parish
astride its gentle hump
within sight of the churchyard
their names would fall
like droplets in the family floe.
May and June
the twins who'd bridged those months
and spanned the 15 years between
pre and post war siblings,
shadow-sisters sleeping
in eternal double summertime
whose only bridge to us was DNA
never forgot by those who remembered
their brief days
On days of foxgloves we were taken a walk
to the wee stone bridge that united
the twin town-lands of Dunclug and Kirkinriola.
One foot in each parish
astride its gentle hump
within sight of the churchyard
their names would fall
like droplets in the family floe.
May and June
the twins who'd bridged those months
and spanned the 15 years between
pre and post war siblings,
shadow-sisters sleeping
in eternal double summertime
whose only bridge to us was DNA
never forgot by those who remembered
their brief days
before
our lives began.
I
wondered often but durstn't ask
were
we replacement
or continuation?
That little bridge
or continuation?
That little bridge
is
in a the folk museum now.
Dismantled,
rebuilt stone by stone
it
lost its place in time and space
(published in Gyroscope Review 2017)
My parents 1950-something
Tuesday, 26 May 2020
May's political shenanigans
Web
of Deceit
Won't
you come into my garden said the Cummings, on the sly
It’s
quite the largest garden that you will ever spy.
You
only have to get your head around my lying core
to
see the biggest pile of shit you ever saw before.
I
have no friends but Boris said the Cummings -- that’s okay.
He’ll
never let me down you know, in case I go away.
He
can’t survive without me. I can bring him to his knees.
He
may be the Prime Minister but I am the big cheese!
Won’t
you come into our garden and listen to our lies.
We
have you in our sights you know with apps and media spies.
No
gatherings, no protests now, no visits to your Mum
Do
as we say not as we do. You low class slick of scum!Tuesday, 31 March 2020
Staying Power
Staying power
Trying to stay in
for the good of my
health
yet take a daily
walk
for the good of my
health
I feel a bit like
Schrodinger's cat!
When they open the
box
will I be alive? or
dead?
I can only hope
that after this
crisis
the 'little' people
holding
everything together
are valued a lot
more for their work.
Those at the top are
really thick as shit, aren't they?
They'd be ‘dead in
a ditch’ if not for the
workers.
Writing's on the wall.
POWER TO THE PEOPLE!
Saturday, 28 March 2020
Stages of Soda Bread
Soda bread is quick and easy and ready within an hour. It's like a scone mixture (and can be cut as scones which take 10 mins to cook!) so it needs a light touch. A little oil makes it keep better and makes it a bit softer but you don't have to add oil or you can rub in some butter before the salt and soda. Like any other bread, you know it's cooked when it 'sounds hollow'.
Bakes in 35 mins at 220 and it great with anything from jam to cheese.
It's worth frying it when it goes a bit stale (day 3)
preheat oven |
9oz of self raising white and 9 oz wholemeal bread flour 1 level tsp Bicarbonate of Soda and 1 level tsp salt |
300mls buttermilk (or plain yogurt and a squeeze of lemon juice) |
add a tbs olive or other oil |
Add to the flour |
mix with wooden spoon (right to the bottom) |
bring together by hand |
a light knead to shape it into a ball |
use a palette knife to make a deep cross and place in hot oven 35 mins |
Saturday, 28 April 2018
Cherry Blossom Time at Alnwick: 27th April 2018
I don't know how often it occurs that the cherry blossom in the largest Sakura grove outside of Japan coincides with a late flowering of daffodils. I do know, when it happens the sight is spectacular -- and I can show you.
And of course the fountains at Alnwick are always spectacular.
And of course the fountains at Alnwick are always spectacular.
Saturday, 21 April 2018
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