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Navigating the week by 'wash day'. Life has been great, busy, tumultuous, filled with love and music, ranging across the world, peaceful and at war. And now it's a little life. Nothing wrong with that at all.
It's the little things that bring the greatest, lasting joy.
Another word from Doctor Johnson's dictionary.
Malediction and scatological terms can be used to enliven an otherwise mundane sentence. But. just like using spices in cooking, the over-use of voiceless fricatives or velaplosives in conversation can lose their impact.
For all that, I expect I'll use this word soon!
I am still nursing a torn achilles, and today is a rest day. Too bad that the weather is ticking upwards again.
The barometer that I bought recently has turned out to be defective, so I will have to repair it, if I can. In the meantime, I found this simple but fully-working barometer in another of my favorite charity shops. It has been accurately reflecting changes in pressure for the last week, so I am very happy with it.
Those with sharp eyes will notice that this one comes from GDR - the former East Germany. I once had a car with tires made in East Germany - they hardly wore at all and out-lasted the car (which I had kept for a few years). With luck, this barometer will do the same.
The maker, Fischer, is still in business and you can find some of their products, here:
fischer-barometer.de/en/shop/product-types/barometers/?p=2
I liked the anthem of the GDR, and was sorry when the words were dropped, and they just played the music. We always listened to it in the Kneipe that I often frequented when living in Germany, and it marked closing time, too.
Listen, here:
The little bit of milk leftover from poaching the mushrooms is full of flavor: it's poured over the other bit of toast and consumed with alacrity.
Lots of B vitamins in the liquor that's too good to waste.
Every now and again I see this happy little figure around the place. Today it is on the side of the Lancaster terminus of the former Lancaster & Preston Junction Railway.
Giftaid is a scheme whereby what the charity shop sells things for is added to by the income tax people. It's a good plan. Also, I'm going to have a calm kitchen for thirty hours 😀
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After a restorative cup of tea with my friend, it's time for a walk.
Not a breath of wind; Heysham nuclear power stations on the horizon, filling in the energy gap left by the turbines that are standing still.
A small bronze sculpture by French sculptor, Ernest Barrias. I loved how delicately the clothes were modelled.
"Louis-Ernest Barrias - Wikipedia" en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis-Ernest_Barrias
Property of The Harris, Preston.
I see these and similar all over the gaff. Coasting along uphill, if you please. The battery is contained in the frame and simple to replace. Better brakes than my first car. And not too heavy to pedal if the juice runs out.
I definitely fancy one for myself.
Discreetly sited at the entrance for carriages, another survey benchmark.
look at all the tool marks on the stone still clearly visible after 250 years.
A Small Tortoiseshell butterfly (Aglais urticae) takes lunch on this buddleia.
Seen today in cenral Lancaster.
Scrambled eggs with grated Red Leicester and a good pinch of nutmeg.
3 large eggs will provide about 1/3 of my daily protein requirement.
Physio today. so I need to eat beforehand.
200g chopped onions
500g chopped carrots
garlic
pepper
salt
1/2 tsp cayenne pepper
1/2 tsp sumac
1 tsp ground coriander
Some fresh coriander, chopped
2cm chopped ginger
750 ml stock (chicken and vegetable)
A fist sized amount of stale bread
1 tbsp olive oil
A Mayan custom is to tell your worries to these people and put them under your pillow at bedtime. The worry people absorb your troubles so that they have gone in the morning.
Pretty little things, they bring in important revenue to farmers and families in Guatemala. They are sometimes used by psychologists, especially with children.
To be fair, I don't think Mozart wrote anything in the dorian mode.
This lovely bronze by Louis-Ernest Barrias of the child Mozart is at The Harris, in Preston. There are several castings of this around the world; there's one at the Musée d'Orsay, but that one has lost the bow.
There's a lot of chat about 'Mode' at the moment. For the moment, I will reserve judgment. For sure, I shan't join the group until I understand its purpose.
Edited with Gimp.
I watched a short film of Gennaro Contaldo cooking today and was sufficiently inspired to try and recreate the dish for tea tonight. There was enough sauce leftover for another meal, another day. It should sit in the fridge OK for a while as the freezer is full.
The jar once held marmalade. I like this lid 👍
More to follow soon.
The setting sun warms the forbidding walls of the castle and gilds this little tree. A nice close to the day.
This one is on platform 4/5 at Lancaster Station. If it were not there I'd easily fall in, it's that big.
Painted yellow, I'm tempted to think it's an emergency water supply. You'll find these in several stations, including Chester and Birmingham.
Whatever it is, I could make collecting pictures from around the network some kind of leisure pursuit. But I've got other trivia to deal with first!
At the end of the alley was this sign. The ancient electrical junction box made me wince and smile in equal parts.
That's done then. Time to hit the road.
Depending where you start, this is not always solvable. A bit like life.
OK, I wasn't going to get any more cookbooks - my shelves are full. However, I saw this, read some of it, and laughed. Some of the recipes are a bit questionable, but the expletive-laden text is so different from anything else in my collection that I had to have this. And it just made me laugh; it reminded me of someone I used to go out with.
It's all about cooking and eating vegetables, cooked by yourself, instead of buying takeouts. Well, cooking veg appeals; I can't remember the last time I took food out of a restaurant, and have never had it delivered.
Candid. Gruppetto di ragazzi in Via Clavature , Centro Storico in un lugubre pomeriggio nebbioso. Small group of young people in Via Clavature, Downtown, in a gloomy and foggy afternoon. Cameraphone. Bologna 2021
In little gaps between the old buildings one can find artisans making furniture, leather goods, hand dying wool, And other such activities. Being Sunday there's not much happening here today.
There's something to the saying that boys never grow up but their toys just become more expensive. My friend is rebuilding his car in time for the summer. The engine is no longer in pieces, which is encouraging.
The century-old wisteria just after dawn would fill the air with a delicate and sweet scent that was almost intoxicating. This specimen has some way to go but is pretty all the same.
This is a similar and the aspergillum rests inside, ready to sprinkle the faithful with holy water.
Asperges me, Domine, hyssopo, et mundabor:
Lavabis me, et super nivem dealbábor.
Today, 20th June, is known as Yellow Day. This is (in the northern hemisphere) the eve of the beginning of summer, when days are longest, we spend more time outdoors, socialize more, and maybe look forward to holidays. Let the good times roll!
The plant is Corokia cotoneaster, commonly known as the Wire-netting bush. It's native to Aotearoa/New Zealand, where its Māori name is korokio.