Niallybgone

A soft exhalation of breath drawn and released in the rhythm of the waves.

😂 I admit to others. I am over it, now. Honest...

Botheration is the right word!

Never ending that is... always another hurdle... sending buckets and buckets of empathy.

Feels like winter. So here’s a little ode to Autumn.

good morning, tea?

Dispear... all 36 pears rotten. Wrapped and stored in fridge. Got them to year end last year.
Taste to waste in a fortnight.
Hurrumph.

Palindrome Found!

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Not this year… but do pick up on what’s happening. It‘s a fascinating coastline all told.

A bit intermittent with my posts tbf. It has been a cracker. Drippy chin stuff too! And a fridge full… with a few apples. Will update on progress.
Smiled at your E colliery steps post… TY

Bruised purple sky. In the gloom two forms emerge- girl, and the arching question of a hound. A silhouette
pasted on first light. Salt-wind combs the marram grass and tugs her hair. They walk, unspooling the dark and for a moment the whole weight of the night rests in the space between their shadows

Pear Wednesday. Week 32.
The last one. All done now until Spring '26.
Tasting notes to follow.

Pear Sunday this week. Week 30. Still hanging on. Might be a finish next week. Fridge full. Pickled too.

A jigsaw of the Forth Rail Bridge

When you've finished it you have to go back and make it again

This really was an extraordinary exhibition and the book that pulls it all together is huge and incredibly comprehensive (and very reasonably priced), I'm glad we were able to bring a copy home. There was a lot there that made me think of parallels to what's happening here, and in the wider world.

Magical. Thank you.

A dark September morning breathes a damp confession into the wind-the scent of waiting rain, of salt and soil. A wound across the horizon spills amber, bleeding gold to gild the tide. The leaden sea pulls with a deep, heavy hunger. And geese fly overhead, unspooling south, against the coming storm.

#Pear Tuesday. Week 29.
Picking about 4 per day with some meaty ones about, but not these ones.... not yet!

That is a superb image, Tom. Art.

I’ve never seen a pink moon but I have seen a moon in a pink sky.

Thank you for loving me so much and letting me love you.

At last, a proper wet day in the Isle of Man. "A soft day, thank God........
While the rain drips,
Drips, drips, drips from the eaves."

Pear Tuesday Week 28. Normal picking time has arrived. Mebbe 10 days to ripen before eating.

A TKC listener gets in touch re our section on old cookbooks from the 80s. This delight comes their copy of the Woman’s Own cookbook, circa 1964. Simpler times.

Easington, County Durham, 1984, photo by Izabela Jedrzejczyk. From her series Striking Women, about women there who were supporting miners during the strike (@sidegallery.bsky.social).

Pear Thursday sorry. Week 27.
In amongst the beans…
12 picked early and into the fridge. Will report at year end.

Puzzle me this. Why face this direction each time I find them roosting? Is this where they sense the possibility of the most danger lies? Curious.

One good thing about the last few days has been finding the oystercatchers roosting in the early evening in almost the same place on the sands. But also, facing the same direction each time. And I’m wondering why that might be so.