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possibly one of the dullest snaps i’ve posted (even by my not exactly exalted standards!)… here/now up in the loft next to my computer
…. but but but… also one of the more exciting! seeds galore! the perplexion of potential… too da max!
nature abhors a vacuum (i’m not a great fan of hoovering myself)… all being well… with a little sunshine, periodic watering and my singing to them … rainy night in georgia being todays fave
in a few months, all will be glut and abundance.
sow seeds now! tis a revolutionary act!
this batch toms, chilles, courgettes and lettuce… mostly stuff which has loitered forgotten about from last years crop, that and some from the marvelous seedy sunday
this year i am cheating slightly… shop compost, my home produced wonder stuff… size of a cow… will be for when they go out into the cruel harsh world
as with mine theres always random nettles growing through… too many years of nibbling away playing lettuce or vetch… usually vetch i retch
anyway eventually it will stop raining? easter blessings y’all xx

katie: This is definitely not dull!! It’s brightened my day no end…the seeds sown and Randy Crawford on a rainy day in Seaford. Thank ou

ha! better than a Seedy day in Rainford… my pun-tastic brain wants to say, hope your all getting on swimmingly!… pop in some day soon, and will keep ya posted if theres any socials up at the garden xx

hannah b: Of course you know Katie Hall, Richard Basgallop ! Haha. I also like your seedy pic, need to get going with mine bit involving a toddler in the rain makes it more of a daunting task than usual… 😉 ! Need to meet up soon xx

ha! my tentacles are everywhere… get going with your sprouting, tho yeah must be many toddler-esque distractions! we should all rendezvousvous… now that all be spring xx

megan: I have started lots of mine too. Nothing I can think of provides more hope and optimism than this!

growing galore! life fills me with profound astonishment… with the caveat that just as well i don’t have to survive solely on the shoots i tend, ha… hope all be glorious in that most beautiful of cities xx


soothe balm serene… first nettle,dandelion,cleavers glug of the summer

tho if i’m going to post a new order vid, always should be this one… adored bopping around the room to this when 19 at uni… had a tape new order on one side durutti column the other… bliss! x
gawd facebook is dull nowadays… always has been in fairness… nowt but tumbleweed… and nettles… spare a thought for those tormented souls whom ‘work’ from home


Tusk Toothbrush Tusk

Carherine: Where are you?!

the windswept wilds of mandalay!… well smidgin of a fib, sussex and the back garden… and then again mandalay is seldom windswept, but buddhas galore… gorgeous spring sunshine here!!… is it ditto in durham? xx

Catherine: No it’s still cold and grey!!!!! You lucky one xx it looks wonderful as do u

boo… it’s so nice here (finally!) that finn has agreed to abandon his endless slumbers and come on a bike ride, ha… wheras i’m ‘pretty in pink’ as ever… come visit lea n’me after exams! xx


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‘Our Angel and Lady of the Dance’
I love St Nicks, a beautiful, ancient, sacred place and a fab space in which to boogie. we are blessed
It’s fun, at the start of the evening to unlock, then swing back, the old wooden door… Church as a place of Sanctuary
else last thing at night, by the light of a single candle, hollering a solitary Ommm up into the vaulted ceiling above
It’s a church of many marvels, rich in objects and stories, from numerous ages
for today tho i want to center stage this beautiful and occasionally overlooked statue (well technically i guess it’s a relief)
apologies i had to teeter atop a chair to take this snap with my phone
It’s from 1830, a memorial of a wealthy aristocrat to his dead wife… and hey, thats all i know
1830 tho, the year also that the Prince Regent (George IV) died, the domes of the pavilion are still fresh, the smell of wet plaster… and brighton is swinging, in the pomp of it’s first and most preposterous heyday!
whats more, tho a country of horrendous inequality… the Chartist movement will rise up within 10 years… it’s a land burgeoning with confidence and power. the Railways are coming. swagger. not a place that would entertain the notion of kitsch. so why should we
Our Aristo had probably been on the grand tour to the eye opening wonders, the classicist glory of Rome and Italy… in fact I’d guess the marble was carved in Italy, seems too delicate and exquisite for the more artisan efforts of contempoary English carvers?
I feel he probably loved his wife, and was geninely mourning her, that she was young, beautiful and possibly died in child birth
The sculpture is also profoundly influenced by Romanticism… Keats, Shelley and Byron are all also dead… but it is they who hold sway on the imagination of the day… ‘half in Love with easeful Death’
the ethos is very much one of beauty, eroticism and yes death… to the modern mind, it’s a curious blend… look at the diaphonous nature of her gown… that sensuality probably won’t be seen again till the 1970’s
ponder too the mastery of the carving, how do you tap away and create transparent garments in reluctantly yielding stone?
the poise, mastery and focus to create such a piece… one wayward chip and the whole thing crumbles to catastrophic ruin… no payday then
ha! so much of context, what do i feel? Is it about transformation? the angel is female, mbe our heroine is like a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly, the transcendance of flesh into spirit
but no, for me, of course, it is a dance… yes, the woman is rightly reluctant and fearful of her death, yet there is a softness of touch, the way the angel reaches her hand to linger gently on an arm, a supple intricacy of movement… but mostly it’s the yearning… in their faces, reflected, as i dance, here in my soul
i sat by the pillar the other day, a little bored, it happens sometimes, and watched the statues from a distance, through the cheerful turmoil and press of bodies
so yes usually in my stodge plod movements i am clodhoper, quagmired in earth, marooned in the dreary realm of judgements and thought… but for all of us, sometimes we catch the breeze of spirit and soar high above
yep yep plump plum lavish of words, poesy… but hey they’ve stood there nigh on 2-0-0 years… world flows through us, hopefully they will remain when we, and all that we cherish and love, are but cheerful worm fodder
wah gwaan! a sculpture languid with obdurate beauty

ginger turmeric ninja!

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ginger turmeric ninja!
before my morning bike ride and the mostly pleasant work drudgery… juice of fire! juice of immortality! ha, well certainly a colour and zing beyond even… err… custard!
and look my mung bean sprouts are on the cusp o erupting… so eager to nab a suitable selfie i neglected to notice i’d dunked a stray dread in the juice
somehow tatses better slurped from an antique 90’s crusty dread?… and yes, yes ninjas may sometimes require stealth, but this one has rather succumbed to louche flambuoyance


ha! mostly the turmeric has stained ma soul… but with that colour, well, i’m embracing my inner oompa loompa this week
the juicer has taken a mustard bashing, but i mostly like things only when their a little dog eared and battered

yep, yep dread slurped, plenty of vintage micro nutrients and strength particles sequestered away in there!

and turmeric nodules always make me think of some weird alien caterpillar grub like larvae… one day will hatch into a dragon! x

Sapna: Marigolds -an excellent idea! You are a turmeric master

black belt!… or rather golden thread x

Roisin: Count me in! Sounds like the place to be