Holidays and stuff.

I apologize to all I follow for my lack of attention to your blog pages.

I was lucky to have a holiday in Scotland last week. We spent some days in Conan Bridge north of Inverness and we loved it. The people were amazing, the food great and the entertainment second to none.

Here are a few pictures of an amazing place.

 

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Go hug a tree he said, so I did.

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A shy Dolphin

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At Dunrobin Castle we spent an entire day. And made some unusual friends

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Scotland has castles at every turn in the road.

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Curling thoughts.

 This is part of  the DP challenge: Collecting Detail:  Being a writer isn’t something you can shuck off, like a hat or a coat — being a writer is a quality that lives inside you — a part of your brain you simply can’t shut off, doing the work of the writer regardless of whether you’re out and about during your day or you’re in front of your typewriter, your screen, or your notebook.

 My 3 details: Dark winter sky, Taut cobweb ready to net its prey, strength, see through deceptiveness, smell of smoke rushing curling  towards the ground

An elderly woman huffing along the road, children racing by calling, shouting, each to each other she is unseen, unnoticed – in a different world.

Pushing jostling crowds in the shopping centre, people smiling calling to friends, loud greetings hugs, closeness, warmth that dispells the cold bright air.

Result:

 Curling thoughts.

Tracey slouched against the seat in the shopping center. The walkway filled with jostling Christmas fueled shoppers. A glimpse of the Spirograph, cobweb design in the shop window brought memories rushing back to her. Time slipped back, allowing Tracey to smell the crayons. She loved the feel of the smooth wax in her chubby fingers. The crayons scent mingling with the more overpowering turkey aroma. Home made decorations adorned the ceilings, paper lanterns swung in the draught of the open door. Firelight reflected off bright baubles making them appear to dance on the tree.  Uncles, and aunts poured into the room, wet boots and jackets abandoned. Tobacco and perfume curled about her, tying everyone in one neat parcel. Jovial voices rose and faded, as though they were a choir. The warm atmosphere in the room continued, making the light brighter, the room smaller, voices louder. Suddenly it faded as time spiraled, Tracey landed in the present with a thud. Remembering where she was, who she was, and that home was wherever she managed to scurry into at night, a doorway, a warm vent. Standing up she smiled, a toothless warm smile, I’m alive and lets enjoy being here, she thought as she moved to the next bench. Her smile was rewarded when a security guard pressed a warm cup of tea in her hand. “No sugar, I’m sorry.” He whispered.

Traceys eye’s twinkled at him, “don’t be sorry there is always hope for the next time.” Together they chuckled at her absurd joke before he quietly slipped back to his post.

Further examples, can be found at :Dp Weekly Challenge

Bob’s Diary: Regarding Shopping Lists.

Today’s Top Tip.

 We can all be creative.

Don’t be like Maria. She spends hours writing a shopping list. Then goes off shopping without it.

Top tip if you write a list take it with you.

(that way I might get a decent Christmas pressie.)

Bob’s Diary: A quick thought…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ve been thinking:

bob2Witches love Halloween…..

 logic tells me they will be flying overhead leaving trails of jellybabies and marshmallows to shower down on us.

So if my house looks a little different then….

Are you getting the picture?

(Watch this spot I will reveal the new domicile on Halloween night.)

 

Breeze: Mudpile Wood.

Tips for surviving enjoying your holiday in Mudpile Wood.

Leave your sunscreen at home (mud is used if sunscreen is needed), do bring the following:

1.            A really loud whistle, to help wake the Ogre at the gate, otherwise you may spend the entire trip camped outside the wood.

2.            Warm hats and gloves, (fingerless gloves are best in case you are trapped in a warlock’s tavern, you may have to pick a slippy, disgusting lock to escape.)

3.            Wellington Boots (but not red, as witches despise red boots, they tend to set them on fire.)

4.            Chocolate smelling deoderant. Everyone in Mudpile hates eating chocolate but they adore the smell.

5.            A clever friend who can solve puzzles in case Murphy the Leprechaun catches you, he will only release you when you solve his puzzle.

6.            Bring a lot of clothes  pegs. Hamish the resident Goblin adores his pet skunk. However, the skunk, Smelly doesn’t like living amongst, witches, elves, Ogres and Fairies and shows his displeasure by being … well… Smelly!

7.            Bring something unusual to eat. The residents adore eating and will try any new exotic food. By offering them an unusual tart or fruit you are gaining a friend.

8.            Don’t drive there. They hate cars and technology. Phones when discovered are smashed to pieces, computers have been sat on  and tablets, eaten.

9.            Bring loads of books. Ogres have an insatiable appetite. First they  read the book then they eat it.

10.          Last and not least, a sense of humour and some childish manners, it will help win you friends and erase any enemies.

For an image of Breeze (Ogre) inhabitant of Mudpile wood please check out this link to see The Trouble with Trees illustration.