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Erysimum or wallflowers make an uplifting appearance. Today's walk was almost pain-free and sights like this made the day even more of a joy.
What a surprise! Ramune is a fizzy lemonade that first appeared in Kobe in 1884. It was introduced by the Scot, Alexander Sim. The bottle is glass and closed with a marble. It's technically called a Codd-neck bottle (who knew?) which is the same as the bottles that once were used for ginger beer.
When you press the marble into the bottle it releases the pressure inside with a distinctive pop - hence the generic name for fizzy drinks.
This piece is called 'Dual-Form' and was created by Barbara Hepworth in 1965. There are six others in different parts of the world. This one is at Lancaster University. I was itching to set about with some hedge trimmers to tidy up the bushes, but I seem to have arrived without any gardening equipment!
If you walk from St George's Quay to the Priory you can take this lovely path. Not quite so green today but come the spring ...
Too steep to be bothered by cyclists usually. It's home to many birds and insects and flowering hedges. A haven for nature on the edge of the city.
I found this stone on the beach. It fits my palm perfectly. It is strangely reassuring.
The British Soil Classification System would classify this shape as flaky.
Ours is a shared kitchen. Another user seems to have borrowed the food processor. Fortunately I bring my own knives so we could still work.
A cook's knife, a paring knife, and a flexible filleting knife are all I ever use. Maintenance with a stone is done at home. but a steel in the wallet touches things up as we go.
I think I've finally got this cake baking in an air fryer right.
The trick is to stop the top cooking before the bottom. I used a saucer on a rack set above the mix.
Cost about 35p in electricity, so that's ok then.
I was tired of the worn out carpet in the hallway and found this rug. Looking at it I realize I'm turning into my father.
The shaka hand gesture started life in Hawaii and means everything from thanks to hang loose. In other words, Aloha 😄
I've often wondered what it means and where it originated. Look it up for yourself and you will feel better, for sure.
This 18th century book binding is heavily affected by red rot, where polluted air and moisture interact with the vegetable dyes and tannins in the leather. Sadly it's irreversible. It can be stabilized with some chemical compounds but it's an arduous and expensive process.
I noticed these empty casks on the bins today. There are several micro breweries here and i recognize some of the containers. I don't understand why these aren't being returned to be re-filled.
My neighbor visited this afternoon for a chat and a cup of tea. Cake was involved, of course. She told me that she thinks I'm living my best life. How very kind.
Apparently, reading for pleasure is collapsing in many countries. This is borne out by lower levels of attention, comprehension and critical thinking. It is most visible among national leaders who depend on social media and similar for their news and general information. Their decisions are compromised and vocabulary limited. If an academic only read the 'Abstract' they would miss critical details.
This little book is indeed intoxicating in its seeming ordinariness - but there's so much going on. It's a pleasure to read.
For the first time this year I felt the warmth of the sun. I was suddenly aware of the mind boggling heat at the face of the sun and how it dissipates until it arrives here at a bearable temperature.
I wonder if anyone still looks forward to the rattle of the letterbox cover as the postman brings a letter from a distant loved-one.
I still write letters by hand and I love it when a letter is waiting for me on my return home.
This is a brass Victorian letter plate made by Archibald Kenrick & Sons at West Bromwich. They have been in business since 1791, and are still making fine door furniture today.
Despite the blistering afternoon sun, or perhaps because of it, the Howarthia plant has flowered. Little moments of joy, each one.
I have no idea why I like these things so much. And I wouldn't like it so much if it were re-painted. Here it stands, doing its job quietly; distributing something to somebody, somewhere.
It stands on Church Street, the alignment of the old Roman road.
This whole row is scheduled for demolition to allow the Eden Project to be built. I'll believe it when I see it.
Meanwhile, Morecambe seems to be tying its future to this development.
Have a zoom around this picture for some interesting details.
Age, rain, and the splitting action of buddleia roots have caused this wall to partially collapse.
Buddleia might be pretty, but it's a thug. If you let it grow on your property, this is going to happen eventually.
Porridge oats cooked with cinnamon and allspice, with fresh basil stirred through. An excellent lunch.
Well, here's my take on a classic German soup that I first had while attached to the Bundeswehr. It doesn't have slices of suasage, or meat, and doesn't use pork fat, but eating this today took me back to a good time in great company.
There's nothing quite like boiled eggs and 'soldiers' made from toast. But let's face it, smashing-in the top of the egg to gain access using a spoon is brutal, messy, and uncivilized.
But lo! I have just managed to find a nifty device from Germany: an eierschalensollbruchstellenverursacher. There are several types, this being a precisely calibrated spring-loaded affair that cracks and removes the shell with the bare minimum of collateral destruction.
A device of which even the fastidious Hercule Poirot would approve!