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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 31st July 2017

While I was gardening today I was overwhelmed by a desire to photograph bumble bees 🐝 and there are a lot of them.

It becomes obvious when you have a zoom lens on a windy day in lavender just how busy bees are. 

The are the devil to catch in your sight and focus before they are somewhere else. So I have a great many pictures with varying degrees of success and these are the best of them. The lavender is next door, the daisies are mine.Then I went to see Dunkirk. Wow 😳. Hollywood it is not. It is awful in its simplicity, sparing with words, ghastly and utterly involving. Very little blood and gore and no death or glory.  And special mention to Hans Zimmer and his effective use of Nimrod, very subtle and moving. 
Groovy Word of the day: strafe


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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 30th July 2017

I had a completely untroubled trip home from Lorraine’s and was greeted by an excitable little Bertie. Ola didn’t appear and I found her later asleep in the upstairs wardrobe, pleased to see me, but happy to go back to sleep. I ran out in the car to try out mapping the route for the Malverns Run next weekend and had a sausage sandwich for lunch in the cafe. It rained on and off all afternoon and was quite chilly. This is “Thinking if You” happy in its spot, with new buds coming. Desdemona still needs planting but my knee and this rather nasty weather has delayed things. Must try harder.

Groovy Word of the day: inclement 


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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 29th July 2017

This has to be the most outrageous thing I saw today. In the V&A museum, a gilded silver salt pot (nef) about a foot high, a galleon in full sail with a little cup thing at the back for the salt. I needed something new to sit on the stairs, now I’ve found it. Anyway, a trip to the big city to meet up with son Duncan, a spot of lunch and a tour of the Pink Floyd exhibition.It’s always inspiring when your train journey starts like this…But in fact it all went ok, a little delayed but nothing terrible. I have to confess I am a bit late to the Pink Floyd party but I love David Gilmore. Walking through the exhibits it struck me that they have always been in the background of my life, and as they tied the exhibits up with bits of  news, it was like walking through your own timeline, almost emotional, but then I am a bit prone to tears these days. I hadn’t really considered how political they were.This soldier was very impressive and really quite relevant still. Historians will tell you, nothing changes except time.

Shame it rained, shame Victoria underground was shut when I came home because some loony was creeping about on the line. But it was a good day. 

Groovy Word of the day: singularity


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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 28th July 2017

This is Lulu and with her brother a Buddy they are my cat companions for the next two days at Worth’s cousin Lorraine’s house. She is in fact an old gentlady cat although she looks very kitten like in this picture. I drove down this morning and narrowly avoided an unholy mess on the M25 by nipping off when I had the chance. It wasn’t an especially pleasant afternoon weatherwise and became very windy and wet as the day wore on. But we had Chinese takeaway for tea and a lovely banana and chocolate cake so the day was saved.

Groovy word of the day: tuxedo


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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 27th July 2017

I’ve spent today organising things to do and buying tickets and November is getting busy already. It’s a good job I bought tickets for this above as it’s almost sold out only two days after the new season’s booklet was posted out. I had a long gossip with my neighbour across the road until the rain stopped us. I didn’t achieve much today but worked on lots of plans.

Groovy saying of the day: Life’s balls are for grabbing. (Courtesy of The Elf)


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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 26th July 2017

When the one you love dies the path you took together suddenly stops abruptly in front of a huge hole and you spend an indefinite amount of time trying to creep round it, without peeping in too much. There have been times when I feel bad about not keeping everything going as Worth did, photos, website, watchbeast etc. But I was talking to another widowed lady the other day and she was telling me about all the things she did. I said “But don’t you sometimes think you are just doing stuff to fill the hole.” She said, “Isn’t that what we all do?”. This struck me as a bit tragic but probably true, also pretty sure Worth wouldn’t want me to live my life trying to fill the hole. I also thought that if I try to carry on the same life without him, I will miss him forever. So I’m thinking the best plan for me is to find a parallel path that is mine, new and in sight of his and I’m working on it. I’m getting there these days buy you need a lot of courage and commitment to do it. I think that is what he’d want me to do but it’s so much easier to crumple. 

Groovy Word of the day: succumb


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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 25th July 2017

So, today being now Tuesday 🙄, I came home from Worth’s mums. The weather was lovely and it was only 10 minutes from home that I had to stop and put the roof up, not because I was cold this time but because it started to rain. As luck would have it I was almost right outside the fish and chip shop… so Bertie was extremely pleased to see both me and fish. The rain had by now moved off and I had a rainbow to welcome me home. Looks like the crock of gold is in my neighbours roof, I must speak to them.

Groovy Word of the day: iridescent 


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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 24th July 2017


I was off to visit Worth's mum today so I used the journey to stretch Ruby's legs and rest my knee. I was hoping it was going to be nicer than it turned out to be and at the point where it looked like I would be stuck in traffic for the next two miles, I put the roof up because I was so cold. Then I crept round the back lanes is Shrewsbury and avoided the whole mess, cosy at least.
Groovy Word of the day: inclement


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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 23rd July 2017

My knee injury seems to be improving a little so I think I must stay away from the hoover for a while, gutted 😵. An early start to be at Shelsley for 9.00 and we had a busy morning. Then I was off to visit some friends to see their new pond. Bear in mind that this pond (and garden) is now half the size of the old one they had and they no longer have their bridge, observatory or fruit trees. But it all looks very nice and it seems like the fish have settled into their new home. We had some tea outside but it spattered with rain so we went inside when our meal was ready.

Groovy Word of the day: lagoon


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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 22nd July 2017

I woke up early this morning and discovered I was nursing a hoovering injury to my knee. Not sure what I’d done or how I’d done it, but my knee was quite swollen, although not sore or painful. I think I must have twisted it while I was hoovering the stairs yesterday. Neither of my knees like that sort of misuse. But I wasn’t  too badly injured to go to Shelsley for the afternoon and cleverly managed to avoid a couple of downpours. I’m out for a meal with friends tonight and because I didn’t pig out on an ice cream 🍦 I will treat myself to pudding.

Groovy Word of the day: guileless