Welcome to Monday. I was going to start this week by taking a look at how many visitors the blog had last week, but I can’t get into my stats package. I’ve sent a support ticket to Brad in Arizona who lives to serve customers at all times of day and night and asked him to reset my password. As soon as that’s done, and I’ve been sent on my way with his customary, ‘Y’ave a good day now y’hear,’ I’ll be able to see how the first week went in terms of views and visits. This is only out of idle interest, but it might be something to talk about later. As was the wind this last weekend.
Is it not sweet to hear the breeze singing
As lightly it comes from the deep rolling sea?
[Blow the Wind Southerly. Northumberland folk song, pub. 1843.]
Force five and six, what was on the vine is now in the porch, what was the dry surface of the earth is now in the sitting room, the chillies are looking forlorn, but at least the roof is clinging on. Just. The NW wind also blew a fair few undesirables our way; roaches slammed against the outside wall before scuttling into the house for shelter, blue plastic bags windsocked their way from the wasteland in front of us, over the chimney pots and onwards over the rainbow, pollen and bark flew direct from plant to nose. The sea was white with wind icing and surface squalls, shutters were doing the sabre dance, doors slamming intermittently, and there were a lot of folks saying, ‘It’s windy, isn’t it?’ Rather an unnecessary comment when you’re clinging to your toupee before it emigrates to Turkey. Otherwise, it was a pleasant weekend with the visiting bother-in-law and his daughter.
I walked down to meet them for lunch on Saturday, and rather than take the Kali Strata, I used the zigzag path near our house. I took some photos along the way, but for some reason, they’ve not yet uploaded to my cloud so I can’t download them to the PC so I can upload them here. And tech is meant to make our lives easier? Instead, I downloaded some random shots from the cloud, which is why you have one of a birthday dinner last Thursday at Giorgio & Maria, one of the Invisible Man model kit I built a couple of years ago, and one of a hansom cab. I can’t tell you why I uploaded the Invisible Man (who is clearly visible), but I know why you’ve got a hansom cab. It’s because I am currently writing a novel where the main character is a handsome hansom driver in 1892. More on that story here. And more early morning nonsense from me tomorrow if I’ve not been blown away.
And finally… Thank you to everyone for the kind messages about the return of these pages. I am glad they are enjoyed.
