Succession (contingent upon)

15°C, clear, minimal breeze


Secession: could this be the word I am looking for? We need (as you know from previous posts on here) a word for the process of  nature reclaiming derelict man-made sites.

this Beech is watching you from Beaudesert.

On second thoughts, Succession is pretty close to the idea I had in mind, see here: Wiki

Seaside-gulls are inland

15°C, winds brewing


Have the gulls moved away from the seas. There are plenty here, mostly the usual inland landfill-site-gulls, but now there are a few sea gull making the seaside gull sound. Maybe there is some truth in the story that they fly inland to escape the big storms out at sea. There is a big low system bearing down the northern approaches.

Central heating day

15°C, cooler, but the sun is still colourful


NEWS: "People don’t wear clothing to keep warm any more".
This rings true, and has been a cause of friction in this house over the years. It strikes me as obscene to switch the house heating on before you have started to add layers of clothes to keep warm. Today is supposedly "Central heating day". Sounds like media nonsense to me, but I have known this happen. Can’t forsee switching on until after October though.

longer is easier

17°C, brightening


Made it half-way home before remembering something left behind. The ride back then added 8 miles to the total journey. But contrary to expectation that made the ride home easier. It’s all about the benefits of a good warm up. I can only conclude that cycling to work would be easier if work was further away.
Morning briefing & a bit of assembly.

Cadair instead

15°C, dry, light cloud NW


Interesting, interesting days.

Went to Cadair Idris instead. I’ll be going through every step of this weekend in my head in my head over the next week.
Ask me when you see me.

Cloudbase

15°C, light clouds


Planning another jaunt to Wales this time without Rosie, that means Tryfan is a possible climb, but not going if the cloudbase is less than 2,000ft. Otherwise it’s Rhinog Fawr.

Viewed from Rhinog Fach. I don’t know how I am going to approach this one yet. Wish me luck.

Damn strangeness

18°C, clear, brightness from above. Colours everywhere


Damn, this has been a strange day.
Dry cough and me in this bull-suit. Keep out of Crockery shops for best results.

It started with such virtue. Yours not understanding.

found of… er: Melodic Death

Browsing an upmarket dating site I found this gem:

I love this world (from a little ray of sun on my hand to fresh summer rains). Try to find my way in an endless stream of life and to surruond myself with people whose souls contain a little part of my own world. I fond of music ( heavy metal, thrash, melodic death, symphonis rock, folk, jazz, blues etc.), write poetry and lyrics by myself. Found of foreign languages, history and psychology.

The writer was Russian, you’d never guess.

Fruits de mere

15°C, cloudy, but the water stays up there.


It’s been a week since a post, that’s what happens to brains befuddled by a head-cold.
A lot has happened though. Last weekend’s fabulous camping escape; crossing the Glyderau; beach day on Fairbourne with a new friend; school things, jarring recollections of the distressing side-salad incident.

I’ll never forget that salad- it was an emotional experience.
Below: the Glyderscape, is this a real place on earth that we visited?



Above: Snowdon is in the background

Paris, Je T’aime

18°C, clouding


Paris, Je T’aime: utterly charming film, a series of short stories with the obvious backdrop. Some were more french in flavour, some less so.
Overall, they reflected the multinational city in a set of moving, sometimes tragic set pieces. A beautiful film.