Sharing My World Week 25
Here we are at week 25 of Share Your World, hosted by Cee over at her photography blog.
What is your favourite type of dog? (can be anything from a specific breed, a stuffed animal, drawing, cartoon or character in a movie or TV show)
I’m really a cat person. I spent my childhood afraid of dogs ever since one ran off with my underwear on the beach while I was tiny 😦
I prefer cute little dogs, like the Andrex puppy (in case you don’t have this brand where you live, it’s toilet paper).
The Lads.
Name one thing not many people know about you.
If I told you lots of people would know it, instantly making my answer a lie.
Have you ever gone scuba diving? If you haven’t, would you want to?
I’ve never gone scuba diving, but it sounds wonderful. Floating around in the peace and quiet, watching all the little fishies swim past.
What was the most important event in your life last week? (anything goes it can be a good nights sleep, finished a reading book, winning the lottery, or getting married)
I didn’t win the lottery and I didn’t get married (not that I remember anyway). I was on holiday, so nothing important really happened that I can think of. It was more a time of little victories. I got out of the house (it’s not unknown for me to spend my two week holiday never going out except to get groceries). I did jobs around the house. Stuff like that.
In the Name of Progress
It’s Friday Fictioneers time! Our host Rochelle is taking a break, but the show must go on and this week’s photo (originally a prompt from August 2012) has been contributed by Madison Woods.
To read all the other contributions click on Bracken, the little blue froggy.
Copyright Madison Woods
It had stood for countless ages. Wars had been fought around its trunk. Lovers had embraced beneath its branches. Countless generations of forest creatures had lived and died high in its canopy.
It had seen sunshine and rain, peacetime and dreadful war. It had witnessed good times and bad, famine and prosperity. It had survived the hottest of suns, the harshest of winters and the most furious of gales.
Centuries of memories lay embedded within its massive trunk. Rock, bone, metal.
The earth shook and the tree wept chlorophyll tears as the bulldozers drew closer.
Welcome to Camelot
On Monday I went for a trip to Tintagel, a little village on the north coast of Cornwall. It’s a tiny place, but boasts more car parks than you could believe. Why, I hear you ask?
I parked in the “Sword in the Stone” car park. Does that give you a clue?
It’s supposedly one of the possible locations of King Arthur’s court, he of “Round Table” fame. I’ve been to Tintagel several times, but this time I coughed up the £6.10 to go onto the castle grounds (owned by English Heritage) for the very first time.
Kastel Dintagel (Cornish) or Tintagel Castle (English!) was built by Richard, Earl of Cornwall in 1233. It is said that Richard built his castle on this spot to link him forever to King Arthur, who according to legend was conceived and born here.
The phrase “Earl of Cornwall” is interesting in itself – in 1337 Cornwall was promoted to a Duchy (the first in England), and it now has a Duke (Charles, Prince of Wales and Duke of Cornwall).
Anyway, enough of this history/myth/legend! Here are some pictures. The cliff-top part of the castle is actually on an island. You wouldn’t believe the number of very steep steps involved crossing over. I got a good workout 🙂
If you click on any of the pictures, you get a little slideshow thing of larger versions.
Cornish Hedgerows
As it is another lovely day (and I’m still on holiday) I went for a walk to the next village, Ladock, a round trip of just under three and a half miles, so an nice distance for a wander.
In Ladock I visited the village shop (which turned out to be essentially a Portakabin) and bought an ice cream. I also bought a bottle of Diet Coke to drink on the way back as I’m notorious for wandering around in the sun without drinking anything, which leads to an afternoon of headaches and Paracetamol.
A Riot of Colour in the Draligarden!
I’ve been out and about in my tiny front and back gardens with my camera phone again, and have discovered a riot of colour! As usual, I don’t know the names of any of them.
I have arranged it to open the photos in a new window or tab when clicked (depending on your browser setup). They look even better when bigger!
Here are some pretty violet things. They’re everywhere!
Sharing My World Week 24
It’s time to Share My World again, courtesy of Cee over at her photography blog. Check her blog out for great photos and tips!
What makes you feel the most secure?
Money. Cash. Moolah. Dosh. Readies. Dough. Nelsons.
Just enough so that I’m not constantly worried about paying the bills.
If you were a shoe, what kind would you be and why?
I’d be a trainer. It’s pretty much all I ever wear, unless I’m going somewhere special. Soft and comfortable. Here are my current trainers. I wear them until they fall to bits, then I buy a new pair.
Although, thinking about it, would I really want to spend all my time all sweaty and smelly? Maybe a clog would be a safer bet.
How many languages do you speak?
Well, English of course. I’ll add American English to that, as thanks to American TV programmes and books I know a lot of strange American words, such as “elevator”, “sidewalk”, “airplane”, “diaper”, “stroller” and “faucet”. The list goes on and on!
I know enough German to hold a conversation and more or less understand TV and simple books. I can order food and stuff in French, but unless they slow down I can’t understand what they are saying.
What was the largest city you have been to? What is the one thing you remember most?
I guess that would have to be London. I most remember the parks – little oases of green and peace in a sea of confusion and noise (I apologise for placing an oasis in the middle of a sea there – sloppy I know but this isn’t fiction).
I think I was so traumatised by all the people and noise my mind has blocked it all out, leaving only the parks 🙂
See you again next week!
Lusty Glaze
“Lusty Glaze”. Sounds a bit dodgy, right? At least to me.
Turns out it’s a beach! A tiny private beach, where we had this year’s work summer party. A lovely barbecue on a beautifully warm and sunny day last week.
I took these pictures as the sun went down. People (younger, fitter people than I) were playing football (that’s soccer, not handegg) and volleyball while the kids ran about having fun.
Finally my camera phone let me down a little. I can’t mess with the aperture and whatnot and I was facing the setting sun so it used the sun to get the light level.
Progress
Here is my story for Adam Ickes’ “Storybook Corner“. This month I am literally down to the final few hours before the deadline! Maybe one month I will get this sorted out a bit earlier.
The idea is to write 300-500 words to a photo prompt. To read the other entries, click Bracken, the little froggy. Coincidentally, this month’s (well May’s) prompt is also of a frog.
(After a bit of Googling I’m adding this disclaimer: all company names used in this story are entirely fictitious and any similarity to actual company names is entirely coincidental.)
That wasn’t the prompt picture, that was the logo. The prompt picture is below.
Hoppy jumped up to the brow of the hill to look around.
(Frogs don’t have names as humans understand them, they refer to each other based on description. “Hoppy” is more succinct than “He Who Is Mostly Green With A Little Brown And Lives Next To The Second Lily Pad On The Left”.)
The noise was coming from a series of – Hoppy could hardly believe his buggy little eyes – monsters! Huge beasts of destruction! Great gouts of smoke blew from blow holes, great mashing jaws destroyed everything in sight. Trees exploded into splinters. Small hillocks disintegrated.
They were moving fast, and moving directly towards him!
Hoppy jumped away as fast as he could, his little back legs propelling him high into the air.
Glancing back, he could see the monsters, gaining on him. His little heart pounded faster and faster as he fled. All around him other creatures, some of them his friends, ran past, terror in their eyes. From behind Hoppy heard a voice – “Wait up! Wait for me!” It sounds like “He Who Is Green With A Bit Of Orange And Talks Too Much But Is Generally A Nice Enough Fellow”, thought Hoppy.
The cries suddenly cut off. Hoppy didn’t want to stop and look – he knew the monsters had caught up to his friend. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he raced on with renewed energy.
He knew the monsters were gaining.
Just up ahead he could see a large structure. It was made of the same stuff as trees, but a different colour, and stretched to left and right as far as he could see. If he could only reach it, and slip underneath, surely he would find safety!
The fence (as humans call it) was close, but the monsters were closer, and gaining. Hoppy bounded as fast as he could, but the dreadful maw of one of the monsters caught his back leg and flung him through the air.
His lifeless little body splattered across a sign which proudly proclaimed:
“Coming soon – Woodland Pines! Two hundred environmentally friendly homes for the eco-conscious. 20% already sold. Phone now for details! [Eco-Homes Ltd: protecting the ecosystem so you don’t have to]”
A Morning at Godrevy
Yesterday I went for a visit to Godrevy, another location owned by the National Trust. In contrast to Trelissick, Godrevy is all cliffs and beaches.
I’ll let the pictures do the talking 🙂
Built To Last
It’s time for Friday Fictioneers! This week our lovely hostess Rochelle is taking a break so the prompt is from long ago – long before my time at Friday Fictioneers as well.
The photo has apparently defied all attempts at enlargement, but appears to be of a house under construction or renovation, and was contributed by Mary Shipman. I managed to resist my first urge, which was to have a body discovered in the wall.
To read all the other stories this week, click on Bracken, the little blue frog.
Copyright Mary Shipman
Work at the construction site was in full swing. Carpenters, plumbers, electricians – all scurried around with planks, pipes and wires.
“Two inch planks here, Frank.” The contractor pointed at a doorway.
“That’s not really up to code…”
“I’m not made of money!” joked the contractor.
“Uh, boss?” asked the plumber. “There’s some mistake, this pipe is lead-lined…”
“Got a great deal on that pipe!” laughed the contractor.
“Ten gauge wire into this fuse box,” the contractor told the electrician.
“Twelve, boss, surely?”
“Ten, Mark.”
The contractor was pleased. The new children’s home would be completed on time, and well under budget.
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