shewhomust: (guitars)
It was the Folk Degree students' concert at the Sage last night. There are always worthwhile, even if some years are more to my taste than others, and I sometimes feel we're the only people in the audience who aren't the parents of one of the performers. Last night was a good one - some promising performers, some good material, and we were sharing a table (they call it 'cabaret style' seating, and it disguises the comparative emptiness of the hall) with a couple who spotted [personal profile] durham_rambler's Fair Isle Bird Observatory sweatshirt, and told us they were from Shetland: their daughter was one of the students, and they lived across the road from Steven Robertson - and no, they hadn't been to Fair Isle...

The show opened with the whole of years one and two singing Leon Rosselson's song for William Morris, Bringing the News from Nowhere, which I am disappointed not to find on the internet. A trio already performing together as Hareshaw Linn (it's the name of a waterfall) did three songs: one of their own composing, Terry Conway's Fareweel Regality. and Hares on the Mountain - a bit pretty, perhaps, but very promising. I would not have expected to enjoy Katie McCleod's two songs - dramatic delivery, jazzy cool, not my style at all, but against the odds, it worked. There should be more videos in this post, and I've been looking for them, and not finding them - worse than that, in fact, I've discovered that embedded videos don't seem to have transferred from LiveJournal, leaving holes in a number of posts.

Meanwhile, our bathroom fitters were texting us to say that they now knew how they planned to fix the underfloor damp problem, and could they come at eight o' clock this morning? That's the good news, but it's also the bad news. We settled for nine o' clock, they arrived, opened doors and windows, and turned off the water; I gave up any idea of baking bread, and we went out to lunch. It's all progress...

ETA: Even in an edited highlights post, I should have mentioned The Big Band With No Name, because although this may sound like an ad hoc arrangement to emsure that every student, however unconfident, does something of their own, it actually included at least two individuals who played with great personality, despite not appearing elsewhere. Also the young woman in the checked shirt who sang Willie o' Winsbury (performing in a trio which also, if I am remembering this right, included the ubiquitous Bertie Armstrong) - good voice, interesting if slightly over-arranged accompaniment, brilliantly confident introduction. "She'll go far," says [personal profile] durham_rambler.
shewhomust: (ayesha)
One of the tweaks by which Dreamwidth (it's late, and I just mistyped 'Creamwidth'. I'm almost tempted to keep it) improves on LiveJournal is that it has rethought the whole concept of 'friending'. The very word is discarded: here we subscribe to journals we want to read on our reading page, rather than friending their authors so that they appear on our friends page. And we grant access to people who can be trusted with the information in our locked posts. And those two groups need not be the same people, because DW separates out those two functions.

The LJ system never caused me any problems (I very rarely lock posts anyway), but the DW version pleases my logical mind.

The only thing is that we who were socialised by LiveJournal continue to behave as if the two functions were inseparable, and to subscribe and grant access as if there weren't the option of doing one without the other.

Which is very ungrateful of us.
shewhomust: (ayesha)
A State of the SheWhoMust update - which, dammit, is not what I wanted to be posting about. Then again, if my posts are to reflect the things that occupy my thoughts and take up my time, we are due several more on this subject. There are practical reasons, too, for a PSA along the lines of I am still here, I am trying to make this work, I am learning slowly, please bear with me...

I have not burned my boats with LJ. It may come to that, but for the time being I am still cross-posting, and I am still checking my friends page there. With diminishing results, admittedly: it's a bit of a tumbleweed town over there. Some people, I know, have moved to Dreamwidth, though I haven't found them all yet - and I was slow to work out how to do the 'subscribe / grant access' thing, so I hope I haven't seemed to snub anyone (and if I have, I didn't mean to honest!).

So I have a to-do list, and item one is: find friends. If you are reading this and I haven't made the link, please wave, and I'll remedy that.

Item two: find feeds. Unless DW doesn't do that, in which case, find out what DW does do to fill the gap (something. surely?).

Item three: in any case, find out more about how DW works. And whether there's an equivalent to the LJ-Archive software I've been using - still am, although it isn't ideal to be backing up a cross-posted account, even if LJ continues to support both sides of that equation (and I'd rather not be counting on that, either...).

Three items is enough for now. In other news, we have signed up with a bathroom company to convert the downstairs bathroom / shower room into a wet room, agreed a start date (beginning of May) and told the builder who did so much work for us last year that we have not accepted his bid. I'm sure we've made the right choice, though I'm frustrated that we can't have exactly what we want. Some of that is for technical reasons: I liked the idea of an overhead shower, but it would have meant replumbing the entire house, and rewiring the basement (I don't really understand the need, but that's why we employ professionals...). Some of it is just fashion: if you want two separate taps on your sink, it seems, you have to have an Edwardian style retro pedestal basin. Two taps is not modern. (In which case, I'll settle for a single mixer tap, but not without grumbling). These compromises make the whole project less exciting, but since it has to be done (and it does) I'm glad that we are that much closer to having it done. Now we can go on holiday and not think about it -

Oh, wait! Going on holiday: add item one-and-a-half to that list! Make sure I have DW logged in on my notebook...

Really, LJ?

Apr. 4th, 2017 08:37 pm
shewhomust: (ayesha)
Who thought it was a good idea to warn users that they might suffer downtime because of maintenance, and then to welcome them back with a cheery: "Sign here, or else!"

That post to the News feed, explaining what's going on - wouldn't it have been an idea to let peope see it before they decided whether to click 'accept'? How hard would it have been?

Too hard for LiveJournal, apparently.

Reading those terms & conditions, I don't actually think there's anything sinister going on. Yes, there are things there that I can imagine being misused, but I always can when I read T&C. I'm inclined to believe the News post, that this is a piece of legalistic tidying up after a change of ownership. But you don't have to believe changes have been made with evil intent to decide you don't like them, and I'm not happy to be told, if I'm understanding this correctly, that I no longer have a paid account: instead I have a free account, on which I am purchasing additional services. This puts my relationship with LJ outside a specific piece of legislation, and I'm not too worried about that: if it comes down to litigation, things are already broken beyond repair. Will it have unintended results (as changes usually do)? Wait and see.

And I will wait, and I will see. I don't want to leave LJ, which has given me many good things, good friends and good times. But having had a Dreamwidth account for quite a while, and made minimal use of it, today I'm taking a couple more steps towards using it.

At least, I am if this works...
shewhomust: (mamoulian)
One of the questions in the pub quiz last Wednesday (in a round of questions about blood) was: "Which town in Scotland is known for its black pudding?" I had no idea. It rang no bells at all: surely black pudding comes from Bury, in Lancashire? The team discussed it, and nobody knew the answer. Eventually, the majority vote went for Dundee. I wasn't convinced: surely jam, jute and journalism are enough industries for one town? Besides, Dundee felt too big, I wanted a smaller town... But since I couldn't come up with a better answer, we handed in our sheet for marking, and it was returned to us with a cross beside that answer. We carried on kicking it back and forth, while we waited for all the papers to be marked, and somebody said "Tomintoul", not because he thought it was the answer but because it was a good Scottish town-name. Something about the metre of it threw a switch in my mind, and, dammit!, I knew perfectly well where it was, of course I knew -

That lightbulb moment )
shewhomust: (mamoulian)
There's a feature that appeared some little while ago on my 'user info' page on LJ: 'Place in user ratings' it says, and there's a number. I have no idea what it means. It's accompanied by a number, which varies. Right now that number is 666.
shewhomust: (mamoulian)
For several days*, now, no matter which icon I choose, what I get is my default icon. Is anyone else having the same experience? And does anyone know why?

Meanwhile [ profile] durham_rambler reports that his friends' page is appearing in French: I haven't been able to replicate this.

ETA: Helpful comments confirm that I am not alone. This is a known issue, though I didn't spot that when I posted a ticket (linked here, for reference).

They also suggest that editing should give me the userpic I chose. Well, we'll see about that...

*Certainly since my return home, possibly earlier. It took me a while to be certain that yes, I really had selected a different icon, no, I hadn't failed to click where I meant to.
shewhomust: (mamoulian)
We were last in the States in the spring of 2012, for the wedding of [ profile] desperance and [ profile] klwilliams. The diary of that trip is one of the many loose ends in this journal, so now would be a good time to revisit it, and see how much remains to be written. Let us pause to be thankful for tags, which make this comparatively easy. Now, if I can rearrange those entries from the order in which they were written to the order in which they happened:

Travelling hopefully:
Setting off * flying to Chicago * On the California Zephyr I * On the California Zephyr II - and arriving.

In Sunnyvale
At home * A trip to Gilroy * A day in San Francisco

The Big Day
Computers and the stag party * Wedding breakfast * The Wedding

Stinson Beach * Meeting Athenais * Santa Cruz * Santa Cruz again * Monterey (the Aquarium, mostly * San Simeon * Hearst Castle * Paso Robles

Home again
Rules * In transit at LAX * - and home!

Oh, that's almost possible! The drive back from Paso Robles, another day in San Francisco - and one more day out - yes, if I don't try to sort all the photos, I might make it. Have a celebratory photo:

shewhomust: (mamoulian)
[ profile] helenraven took the second volume of Diary of a Witchcraft Shop by Trevor Jones and Liz Williams from the stack next to my desk, where it had just reached the top of the to-be-written-up-for-the-book-diary pile.

The backlog has reached embarassing proportions (not one but several piles, not all of them entirely stable) and it is possible for me to forget entirely what I thought about a book before its turn comes. On this occasion I may have lost some of the detail, but I had the general outline: as with the first volume, I thought it was an interesting glimpse of another way of life ('only in Glastonbury'), some beautiful descriptions of the Somerset countryside and many very funny stories. It didn't add much to what I had read as [ profile] mevennen posted to LJ, and I loved - and still miss, for all I know that nothing lasts forever - the experience of reading those posts as they happened, the breath of air from a walk on the Levels, the latest outrageous anecdote about a customer or employee.

(For reference: the books at NewCon Press: though one of the covers must be wrong...)

However: [ profile] helenraven spent the day laughing a lot and reading selected passages out to the rest of us; D. was so impressed by this that he demanded to see the book, admired the cover ("I like the stuffed demon." "It's a cat.") and was persuaded to give it back by being told where to find volume one; and by the time he and [ profile] helenraven had swapped over, [ profile] durham_rambler was queuing up to read it as well.

And the moral of this is, that sometimes a book is the very best form of narrative; and sometimes it's a substitute for a real live narrator telling you stories. But a book is always there when you want it, and this is a fine thing.
shewhomust: (mamoulian)
I loved this photo by ceramics artist Paul Scott:

#flowers #sprigmoulds in the #spode #archive

To judge from the tags, it shows sprig moulds in the Spode archive. But what are sprig moulds? Ah, here's a video in which a potter shows how he molds sprigs to decorate Wedgewood Jasperware - I'd embed it, but LJ seems not to want to do that this evening... - the sprigs being the white decorations on the coloured body of the vase or dish or whatever it's going to be (whose colour comes from minerals added to the clay. The little sprigs are lined up on a slab of clay which is "cheese hard" - much firmer but still with some residual moisture. So that's another technical term...


May. 30th, 2014 09:14 pm
shewhomust: (ayesha)
Trying to post to LJ, I'm getting a red error message: "Client error: Sorry, there was a problem with content of the entry"

OK, here's a different entry with entirely different content.

ETA: well, that's interesting. Here's the contentious entry; I eventually persuaded it to post by removing a couple of links. So if you want to see Eric Gill's garden roller, you'll have to do your own image search (warning: some of the results are - er - unexpected).

Is LJ clamping down on linky posts? Yes, I realise that spam posts are frequently linky, but that doesn't mean that linky posts are spam, dammit.
shewhomust: (Default)
  • Thursday was Michael Jobling's pre-Christmas wine tasting at the Biscuit Factory: for a tenner a head (redeemable against purchases) you get to taste a large number of very classy wines, drifting around the upstairs of the gallery - more wines than we could get through in the time allowed, even if we hadn't been distracted by conversation. There's usually someone there we know, and on this occasion it was Ian Kennedy, of the fish stall in Durham Market.

    I started the evening with a Collioure blanc, which was my introduction to Michael Jobling, long ago at the Snods Edge Garlic Festival (it was crisp and characterful and perfect with the creamy garlic soup - we bought a case) and moved on to the Mas de Daumas Gassac organic white, which was just as nice and only three times the price. My outstanding wines of the evening were a Tasmanian sauvignon blanc, absolutely sauvignon in its zest and green flavours but with a candied fruit sweetness (without being cloying: as much fruit as candy) which isn't like any other sauvignon I've ever tasted. I've been bowled over by it before, and suspect it's the wine I didn't name in a previous post (because I was plotting a blind tasting); a New Zealand riesling which grabbed my attention ad wouldn't let go, lemon freshness and mineral edge, and not the slightest whiff of petrol and, down at the other end of my price scale, a Sicilian nero d'Avola, all olives on the nose and herbs on the palate, which we'll be drinking plenty more of in the coming months.

  • By the time we got home from the tasting, the last of the ice had finally thawed from the fridge. I put off reassembling it until yesterday morning. It is now noticeably colder than before we defrosted it - colder than I like, though it's set at very nearly its warmest setting. Oh, well...

  • I finished a stick of lip balm, and rather nervously opened the stick of Betty Crocker Chocolate Peanut Butter Chip lip balm I had bought, in a spirit of sheer incredulity, in Paso Robles. To my surprise, it's rather good: effective but not too heavy.

  • Spamageddon has eased up: it's no longer a torrent, but there's still a trickle. Certain posts attract promotions for certain products, but I don't see the connection: this post about The Exploits of Moominpappa, for example, is apparently the place to find footwear enthusiasts, whether you are selling Jimmy Choo knock-offs or Ugg boots.

  • The Ugg vendors are also fond of this post about my least successful loaf yet. Fortunately, the honeymoon period continues, and the current rye loaf is as light as rye bread knows how to be, and sour and delicious. Not that I'm boasting...

Not amused

Nov. 3rd, 2012 10:39 am
shewhomust: (ayesha)
I have just deleted 29 pieces of comment spam - that's not the total for the day, it's just the overnight accumulation. This is getting silly.

I don't want to ban anonymous comments: every now and then I get a response - sometimes on a very old post - which tells me something, or makes a connection. I like the idea that my posts are messages in bottles, bobbing about on the internet, and sometimes one comes to land.

And I don't want to close comments on the half-dozen posts which are the main targets. For the same reason, and also because they have genuine comments, which are now, in my mind, part of the original post. I don't want to lose those.

But I'd cheerfully set criteria to mark comments for automatic deletion: more than three links, say, or any mention of Ugg boots.

If anyone from LJ's technical side reads this, could you take a break from tinkering with my friends' page, please, and fix something which IS broke, instead?
shewhomust: (Default)
I'm getting a glitch on LJ - I try to reply to a comment, or delete a piece of spam (or post an entry? we shall see) and instead of performing said action, LJ whisks me off to a 'Welcome back!' page full of stuff I don't want.

What's going on?
shewhomust: (mamoulian)
[ profile] weegoddess has lured me onto PINterest. She makes use of the social networking potential of the site to promote her business making ethical wedding dresses; LJ gives me all the social networking I need, but I was interested in the potential of PINterest as a visual way of saving links, specifically to pretty pictures - the sort of thing I do occasionally post here, but a more suitable way of saving links about which I have nothing more to say than "Ooh! Pretty picture!" Getting the thing set up was a bit of a struggle - all the names I could think of were either taken or invalid, and it insists on connecting to a FaceBook or Twitter profile, which makes me uneasy - but such as it is, this is it, and having trawled through some past LJ posts and pinned the links, this evening I'm working through some back issues of the Guardian travel supplement, experimenting with pinning suggestions for places to visit. Just to be on the safe side, the text version follows (because words are words, and you can't trust pictures).

A slightly irritating article about the Montagne Noire (which we crossed when we visited Minerve) contains the information that Montolieu in the Aude is a book town - or rather, a book village. (Here's the Aude tourist office, just in case.)

I hadn't expected to find much to tempt me in an issue devoted to Turkey, but this article about walking in the north east is magical.

And that's as far as we go, because I seem to have broken it - a pity, because this article on short walks in Corsica (the Not the GR20 option) looks seriously good. Oh, well, another time...
shewhomust: (Default)
All over my f-list, people are posting retrospectives of 2011. I'm not good at this. There's a passage in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance in which a student is required to write an essay about the town; when she says she can't think of anything to write, the topic is narrowed down to one street, but she still can't think of anything; finally, Phaedrus tells her to write about just one building: "Start with the upper left-hand brick."

Maybe if there'd been big changes in my life in the past year, I'd feel differently about it. As it is, I look back at what I've posted, and think that this whole journal is a retrospective of my life, day by day, brick by brick. It doesn't get any more interesting if I try to condense it - on the contrary.

This isn't an absolute rule, though. When the Guardian published its 'Books of 2011' (all the usual contributors selecting books by all the usual contributors), it included an invitation to readers to send in their own lists. OK, I thought, I can be professional about this. I didn't simply pick books by my friends - but I did think of all the books I had particularly enjoyed during the year, and from that list I picked the books I most wanted to see succeed - and, I admit, the ones that I thought I could write briefly but coherently about, that seemed to fit neatly together:
"Three chilling tales with a warm heart: Ben Macallan's DESDÆMONA (Solaris) is an inventive twist on the urban fantasy which opens with the banshee at the bus station and doesn't let up. Anne Fine's THE DEVIL WALKS (Random House / Doubleday) combines pitch perfect Gothic pastiche, action packed adventure and serious moral consideration into a real all-ages book. Peter Bennet's BOBBY BENDICK'S RIDE (Enchiridion - included in THE GAME OF BEAR, Flambard) is a fine poet having fun, erudite, allusive and adorned with drawings by Birtley Aris."

It worked, up to a point. I made it into the online listing of readers' recommendations, which I suppose counts as a result, but didn't make the final cut, the ones which were actually published in the paper. It's probably just sour grapes that gave me the impression that those readers whose recommendations were included were the ones who agreed with the contributors' choices.

And that's as close as I'm getting to a look back at 2011; onward and upward!
shewhomust: (mamoulian)
Welcome back, LiveJournal! We have missed you so badly...

Lots to catch up with, but first things first: happy birthday, [ profile] samarcand! How very old you are! (I find this even harder to believe than how very, very old I am).

Talking of the very, very old: with no LJ to read, I fall back on old copies of the Guardian, and read about an Italian hairdresser illegally staying open until midnight, in order to cut hair under the full moon (can't find their story online, but it appeared in the New York Times a month earlier). I hadn't previously met the idea that a haircut under the full moon is beneficial; nor do I know whether eleven years on Italy still regulates shop hours. It's a cute story, but the deregulation of shop hours is not the unmixed blessing it suggests.

Wonderful colour pictures of London during the blitz from Life magazine; or put a clothespeg over your nose and see some of them dispplayed larger in the Daily Mail. (Found in the comments to a very interesting post by [ profile] la_marquise_de_ about treating other people's history as the raw material for your stories).

Still in the wartime spirit, Hank Wangford discovers spam, Hawaiian style: "Along with pineapple, Spam is central to Hawaiian cuisine. Polynesians are generously built people, but Spam pushes many into sumo size. It comes in bizarre combos like Spam-flavoured macadamia nuts or musubi, which is Spam sushi – a white rice-ball with a slice of cooked Spam across the top tied together with nori, Japanese sushi seaweed. The perfect yin and yang, it is an edible oxymoron, the healthy rice and seaweed grappling with the work of the devil. Apparently, it's one of President Obama's favourite foods."

And fifthly: it's pure coincidence that these two items should have cropped up in a week when LiveJournal users have been inconvenienced because LJ has been under attack. I don't know how brave I would have been in the real Blitz, but I do feel angry with the people who are trying to damage LJ by driving away users. I may run backups more conscientiously from now on, but I'm not thinking of relocating. (ETA: Thanks to [ profile] poliphilo for this explanation of why it matters.)
shewhomust: (ayesha)
Today's walk was more of an excursion: we went to the Bowes Railway to see the engines in steam. The Bowes Railway is one of the earliest of the many mineral lines in the north east, and "the only operational preserved standard gauge rope-hauled railway in the world" - which I think means that for much of the original route of the line, the incline was so great that the waggons had to be hauled uphill. The enthusiasts who now run the railway have workshops, exhibition space and a stretch of line, so that they can run steam trains to and fro without impeding anyone else's schedule.

We spent a happy morning taking a steam-hauled ride along the track, and admiring all the engines (I have already started to upload photos, but I took many more). I was particularly taken with my namesake:


A steamroller called "Ayesha", the original She-who-must-be-obeyed - it makes perfect sense - and she was a lovely machine, all smooth action and apparently effortless power.

We walked from here to the Angel of the North, a mixture of footpaths and suburban streets and downhill all the way, and then further down into the valley, mostly on pleasant wooded paths but always too close to the main road for comfort - and knowing, as the afternoon grew sunnier, that it would be a long hot haul back uphill to our starting point. I don't think we walked very far, and it had its moments of interest, but all in all a bit of a slog, and we were glad that the beer tent was still open when we reached the railway, and there was time for a cool Beamish summer ale before we returned home.
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[ profile] gillpolack paid us a visit as part of her study tour in England and France.

When I talk about LJ to someone who doesn't use it, I'm always careful to explain that the 'friends' label is misleading, think of it as a kind of reading list. At least LJ tries to avoid the pitfalls of the dreaded FaceBook (which allows you to treat as a friend everyone you - or one of your friends - has ever met, and to be astonished when they don't act in a friendly manner). And so on.

So Gillian and I have been 'friends' for some time now, and this is the first time we've ever met. [ profile] durham_rambler was worried we wouldn't recognise each other at the station, but I was confident we'd each look like our LJ icons (I recognised [ profile] nineweaving as a picture of the Pleiades, didn't I?). And I was right; she looks just like her icon, and very like one of my cousins (especially when she smiles) and besides, she was the only person to get out of the right carriage on the train. Instant familiarity - and the main difference between conversation on LJ and conversation in real life is how much faster we can talk IRL.

DownpourWe headed for the Cathedral, and walked across Kingsgate Bridge to the accompaniment of faint and drifting brass, one last manifestation of the Brass Festival and, at the low key level at which we engaged with it, an entirely pleasing one. We paid our respects to Bede, as you must, and avoided the parties of youngsters photographing each other in the cloisters (which are part of Hogwarts school) and admired the energy with which the rain was hurtling down, and ate soup in the refecrory which is now a restaurant, and eventually came home soaking wet and were just beginning to dry out when [ profile] desperance arrived with his portable kitchen, and there was much unwrapping of gifts and admiration of interesting Australian herbs and goodies.

Dinner was excellent, but since [ profile] desperance was cooking you didn't need me to tell you that. The wines I had chosen complemented the food as well as I had hoped, which was less of a certainty. There was spinach soup with lamb meatballs, classic middle eastern flavours but with an almost oriental hot-sour spicing in the stock (it's probably entirely authentic, but it was still a fusion of different associations for me), with which we drank Three Choirs rosé (plenty of fruit to stand up to the lamb and the spicing, but a good dry edge). The main course was a very rich duck fesenjan, with delicious Persian rice (with carrots and apricots and steamed until a beautiful buttery crust forms, and then turned out and topped with barberries and pistachios and actually that rice would be a meal in itself and there is still some in the fridge for tomorrow, hooray!) which was easy, once I had established that there was indeed a bottle of the Madiran left: duck means southwest France to me. We had a cheese course, because visitors from elsewhere must be introduced to our regional cheeses (and besides I love cheese) with a bottle of French malbec which Helen had given us. Dessert was a rice pudding (due to a communications breakdown, it was very nearly two rice puddings, but [ profile] durham_rambler spotted what was going on, and disaster was avoided, and there was mild, cool, creamy rice pudding to accompany [ profile] gillpolack's luscious walnut muscat. I've been drinking another glass of the muscat while I type this, and since the glass is now empty, the post must be nearly finished, too - the meal was rounded off with conversation into the small hours, and I'm ready for another early night.

Yesterday morning we all trooped into Newcastle and saw the sights there: the vallum crossing in Benwell and a scrap of the Wall, the Lit & Phil, the Vampire Rabbit, the Tyne Bridge, the Castle - when I write the list like that, it looks as if we had quite a busy morning, and I suppose we did, though there was also lots more talking (and some more rain). And then we put Gillian on her train back to York, where she continues to cause havoc, and returned to our several homes and works.
shewhomust: (bibendum)
This is one of those posts about posts still to be written, posted entirely for my own benefit, to remind me how far I have got in the many unfinished sequences of holiday posts. I don't expect anyone else to find it very interesting, and I could lock it for my eyes only; but I'll leave it open. Read it or not, as you please...

Last time I did this, there were three trip reports still in process: our explorarion of the river Meuse in 2008, our trip to Iceland in 2009 and our short break in Brittany in 2009. And that's still the case: there are posts to be written for all three, and photos of Iceland to be sorted and posted to Flickr.

In the year (all but a week) since I wrote that post, we've been away three times: to Fair Isle in the spring, to the Villa Saraceno in August and to Pusiano for Christmas. Only the last of these is complete - there are posts to write and photos to sort for the other two.

And since I'm using this post to remind myself of photos I haven't looked through, there are still photos from Lindisfarne last midsummer to be sorted, plus a handful from one afternoon at Belsay.

From here to there is not farNaming a thing gives you a magical power over it; and the exercise of naming the unfinished work has given me the magical power to tidy away one of those loose ends. And to prove it, here's a bonus photo from Belsay, Mariele Neudecker's sculpture, From Here to There is Not Far, an oversized window erected in the Quarry Gardens (I mentioned at the time of our visit how much I'd liked it).


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