#1383 theoldmortuary ponders

On By theoldmortuary.designIn Easter, Serendipity1 Comment
Tranquility Bay on Good Friday.

As long as I can remember I have been fascinated by religious buildings and religious art. Never really the subject matter but the endeavour and embellishment. The colour palates and at times the curious juxtapositions of immense wealth and poverty just inches apart*. Our Easter Bob at Tranquility Bay was blessed by the greigiest day you could imagine.

Bobbers Bobbing on Good Friday

The conversation though was as colourful and wide ranging as ever. Dog harnesses to Kylie Minogues Nipple covers were touched on in some depth whilst clothes were fumbled on and hot drinks revived chilly women.

The day was certainly greige but the bobbing occasion was not so I borrowed the colours and drama of classical religious paintings to illustrate Tranquility Bay at Easter.

I used a variety of image manipulation Apps and a little bit of analogue Medical Imaging know-how to create our little swimming bay in Easter Colours,when in real life she was in a proper greige sulk.

A line of bobbers stretched out from shore to buoy.

Beyond this point is a rant, please feel free to leave the blog early if a rant might offend.

  • Plastic flowers in churches or indeed on graves are the Devils work. Especially the unnatural colour ones that always fade to a murky mauve colour and attract grubby dust. Nobody ever needs to be remembered by a plastic flower.

There is a point to my plastic flower rant and Tranquility Bay.

Lots of people have their ashes scattered here. Lots of friends and family like to overlook the bay, some like to toss flowers in the water all lovely things to do. But sometimes the Devil does his work in the hands of the foolish. Tossing plastic flowers in the sea is about as stupid as it gets.

Blogging and pondering with the occasional rant are deeply satisfying when I am forced to research. Today I learned the delightful phrase  ‘aesthetic lifespan’. Possibly the only joy a plastic flower has ever bought me.

I cannot wait to use that one in conversation…

My apologies, the inner bitch was out and proud this morning.

The Passion for Tranquility Bay

#1382 theoldmortuary ponders

On By theoldmortuary.designIn Stonehouse Lawn Tennis Club1 Comment

A month ago the Tennis Club gardeners saved an exhausted Queen Bee. The last month has not been particularly kind to her as Spring has not quite hit the accelerator pedal with any reliability.

Yesterday might just have tipped the balance. A day of almost constant sunshine.

Pollen was popping out all over.

I was out and about in the sunshine a lot yesterday. The Tennis Club was buzzing with builders and allotment holders. But as yet no more buzzy bees.

The pollens are waiting.

#1380 theoldmortuary ponders

On By theoldmortuary.designIn Serendipity3 Comments

Ancient statuary and accidental comedy, who knew they could be blogging partners.

We went on an Easter Egg hunt at a favourite National Trust Property. The formal gardens are often the location of themed events for children.

Our granddaughter has a cover-all word for all types of genitals . Mooeee

No matter what we are doing in the gardens she is always amused that Mercury managed to remember his hat but not his trousers. The sculpture is a copy of one in the Uffizzi, Florence.

My accidental trip to a Comedy Club last night featured a twenty minute monologue on the discomfort of a blind man attending an ultrasound examination on his Mooeee.

It was pretty funny for the whole audience, more so for me because I used to do ultrasound examinations on all sorts of Mooeees.  There were points when I laughed too hard, but how freeing to laugh about the absurdities of mooeee scanning without having to behave professionally. And to laugh in a room full of people laughing about the same absurdities was just lovely.

The comedian described the probe used as a small hand held device. It is actually called a small parts probe. Not something any gentleman was ever pleased to hear in a clinic!

What a great coincidence to see Mercury without his pants one day and then experience comedy about his exposed parts the next day.

A classic illustration of Mooeee for the blog.

P.s Mercury also seems to be looking at a microphone. Perhaps he was considering comedy as a career.

#1379 theoldmortuary ponders.

On By theoldmortuary.designIn Words, Spring, Easter, Drear2 Comments
A dreary valley in Spring

I first met the word ‘drear’ in 1977. Raymond Briggs used the word in Fungus the Bogeyman. A graphic story book.

Of course before that,the word dreary  was commonplace in my thoughts. Who could not have been young in Britain in the sixties and seventies and had the once a week experience of dreary Sundays. No shops open, no cinema. I could add to that no pubs/ bars open but I was too young for that and my grandparents owned a country pub so actually Sundays there were not so dreary. A time when a little more freedom was allowed without worrying about the paying customers or patients who attended their G.P in a curiously formal room at the front of the pub.

The word dreary has always made me feel a bit sad, melancholy even.

Taking the ‘y’ off  the end is curiously liberating for me. 

I can use the word drear quite happily as a descriptive and not feel plunged into a gloomy, fog-like head space.

A drear planting scheme.

The Spring of 2026 in the West Country has , so far, not failed to disappoint. It is drear but not dreary. There have been glorious bursts of sunshine but they are accompanied by colder than usual temperatures and are unable to sustain themselves for too long.

Yesterday we planned a Spring walk in cold sunshine. By the time we got to the location, drear had set in. We were not at all dreary though.

Just losing the ‘y’ makes my head so much happier. Drear has an acceptability that dreary will never have.

#1378 theoldmortuary ponders

On By theoldmortuary.designIn Covid +1 Comment

The clocks went forward yesterday. But Sundays are often a day of not truly needing chronological guidelines.

Mondays however are target led so this morning all the clocks were set to British Summer Time.

Sunday was not lost in a haze of timelessness. We found a new- to-us cafe in easily walkable distance from home.

Every winter some friends who.live in France set us a project to find a new independent cafe before they return to England in the Spring. We met them in the Covid years queueing with a 2 metre gap for coffee being served in a pub.

Here we all are queueing with appropriate distancing in Covid times. Aiming for the Hutong Cafe that had relocated to The Lord High Admiral pub.

In 2026 The Lord High Admiral has returned to being a pub. But behind the purple door the Rockfish Cafe has regenerated into the Bow Deli the new-to-us cafe that we visited for the first time yesterday.

Just in time to introduce our Covid friends to their new cafe next month.

#1377 theoldmortuary ponders

On By theoldmortuary.designIn Coffee Hunters, Royal William Yard, Serendipity3 Comments

The early morning promise of the previous blog came up trumps sunshine wise.

#1376 theoldmortuary ponders.

The temperature and wind however were quite another matter.

An over large and over optimistic deck chair

Normal sized deck chairs acting as windsocks.

Deck chairs had been put out but their only useful function was to act as windsocks.

On reflection and protection from a bitterly cold wind Lola dragged us into a warm cafe.

Lola staring into a cafe mirror.

Now the truth of this blog is that Lola is always a cafe dog. Even on our late night walks she is known for resting her brown nose on the door of any cafe that we have ever visited.

So a bit of very cold, very strong wind was absolutely in her favour. She doesn’t always get her own way. Today she did.

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On By theoldmortuary.designIn Scrag End of SummerLeave a comment

Our house faces East. The sunrise greets us every morning. Our evenings begin as the sun dips below the five storey houses that share our back lane to the West of us. Now there is more equilibrium to day v night and the mornings are brighter, every wake up  is also an early prediction of the day ahead. Yesterday was as dull as ditch water. Today already promises to be better.

Spring is struggling to get a good hold on things. Which is doubly disappointing after a long wet winter. Boots not sandals are still the better bet for dog walks at either end of the day. 

Is this still the scrag end of Winter? My clothing choices would suggest this is the case but early  mornings are beginning to suggest that Spring is on the move. Easter weekend is upon us in a weeks time. 7 days to get Spring sorted out. No pressure.

#1375 theoldmortuary ponders.

On By theoldmortuary.designIn blogging, SerendipityLeave a comment

So much for me being inspired to be creative yesterday. There were good creative intentions but there were some tedious domestic tasks that also needed attention. Somehow they became the focus of my need to be creative. And when I say tedious they were really very dull. Stuff needed to go into the roof space. Other stuff needed to come down. Car detritus from the old car needed sorting and put in the new car or the camper van. Along with daily domestica. However all those dull things achieved gave me  a power burst and I framed some pictures, which is not the creativity I aspired to but is actually creative in its own way.

Two paintings are the illustrations for today. Done on 26th March in years past when my muse did not direct me to domestica. The 27th has not bloomed either, maybe the muse was just teasing me.

#1374 theoldmortuary ponders.

On By theoldmortuary.designIn Serendipity, Creative Port, Colour1 Comment

I don’t always know where a blog will take me, in the same way a dog walk can be an entirely different outcome from the one I imagined. So off we go with illustrations that were already chosen but a blog that will wander off a bit.

I chose sunflowers because today’s blog was going to be about thermal underwear. Because the sun is really making a sterling effort to turn up, bright and joyful in the sky. The temperature outside however is bone chillingly cold. Springlike clothes seem appropriate but layering is essential. The Covid years have given me a supply of thermal underwear that will outlast my lifetime.

I chose sunflowers because thermal underwear is not exciting  and because one of my all time favourite photographs turned up on a time hop.

This simple bunch of sunflowers were laid on an altar in Havana 10 years ago. I was attracted to them for many reasons. At first glance they look a little like a sleeping person. Something that was all too obvious in the back streets of Havana, but also because their wrapping was simple newspaper, still bearing the crumpled hand print of whoever had laid them.

 

Sunflowers, although not flowers of Spring, somehow represent creativity to me because they are robust and vivid and Springtime seems to be the time to reset a creative phase. There is nothing fragile or whimsical about a Sunflower.

This one photo never fails to spark my creativity, which is where I go off on a tangent.

While walking the dog in my Springlike clothes with thermal underwear underneath, I met a friend who is a composer. Unlike me she has spent the winter months being creative, writing music and lyrics on a theme of Witches. Spring for her has seen the culmination of her creativity. I was quite put to shame by her productivity. She offered to make me a coffee and then shared two of her compositions. Singing to me as we sat in her light filled room.

I was immediately inspired to come home and get back on the creative borse.

This earlier Green Woman painting was inspired by her Green Man Song Cycle a couple of years ago.

I am now quite excited to discover what her Witch Song Cycle will inspire.

So many lovely thoughts from a sunny dog walk in thermal underwear.