I’ve decided I’m going to talk about Scotland backwards… not entirely sure why this appeals to me, except maybe that I seem to be talking about the end of the trip a lot because our last stop was Manchester and that has understandably been in people’s minds. So, I’m going to start where we finished and work backwards to the glorious beginning.
I should say one of the only really stressful things to happen on the trip did happened right at the end, so this first post gets to be the ‘dramatic’ post! When we were in the lovely Changi Airport in Singapore and I’d just gotten my usual degree of childish glee from riding the Skytrain between terminals (it’s a train lovers’ thing) when I realised my wallet wasn’t where it ought to be! It only had a few pounds and my cards in it, so I fatalistically wrote-it-off the moment I discovered it missing, but it seemed like a sad way to finish the trip.
Then the lovely Singapore Airlines people found it! And rushed it over to the gate so I had it back in my pocket before we boarded our next flight. Which made me feel particularly lucky and grateful to the travel gods.
One of the things I liked about Changi was it has a butterfly house and a koi pond…and random pieces of art:
A few weeks back I had to move all the furniture in my lounge room and this led me to deciding I might as well rearrange it as I put it back. The biggest part of this was moving the bookcase and – naturally – all the books.
I have a lot of books on the shelves that I rarely read. Particularly books I’ve kept from when I was a kid. This includes what you’d expect in fiction for young readers, but it also includes poetry. Lots of poetry.
From when I was about 9 I frequented a second hand bookshop which had a great selection of poetry and, with my meager pocket money, I started a small and eclectic collection. I should say, I’d already had a love of rhyme and so had quite a few books of ‘childrens’ verse’, but this shop allowed me to expand into other areas. I kept buying poetry there until I was well into my 20s.
The thing is; I stopped reading (and writing) poetry in my late 20s. This means I’ve had all these poetry books on my shelves for a long time just collecting dust. In fact the only one I still regularly read is a volume I stole from my dad! It feeds my addiction to John Donne, Lord Byron and Christina Rossetti. Less often I break out my dedicated books of Blake or Donne and, likewise, books of Henry Lawson and Banjo Patterson for an Australian fix.
I suspect those will be the last poetry books to suffer being culled, but every time I do a rearrangement a few more go to the charity shop.
Grammar jokes and Star Wars… perfect.
Another beauty from xkcd
Lightning sometimes shocks people because it just doesn’t know how to conduct itself.
Readers of the blog know I’ve been weaving for a year or so and, in some exciting news, I’ve opened an Etsy shop called From This Cloth to sell my wares. Scarves for now and hopefully there will be a few other kinds of things in time for Christmas!
Here are some examples of my scarves…
Usually when I take a ‘break’ from Lamellae I don’t know it’s a break until it has already happened. This time I’m doing it differently. With quite a few distractions coming up in the next few weeks, I’ve decided to schedule a break. Not a long one – I aim to be back here before the end of the month – but I’ll be looking forward to getting back!