Feed me now!

What are your family’s top 3 favourite meals?

Breakfasts are still my fave meal WP. Just love to fuel up first thing!

I’ve written about these in depth in previous DP’s, so will just say the top 3 remain the same ( in no particular order) Middle Eastern, South Indian ( pongal, especially)  and Full veggie English.

Pongal

Random favourite yummies include green salads ( watercress, baby spinach, rocket + balsamic) hash browns, mushroom rissotto, pumpkin seeds, palak paneer, mushy peas, corriander, soda bread, dates, avocado,grapes dal,butter beans, humous-I could go on, but I’ll spare you that

Oh. Turkish Coffee. Love it!!

My man! The ultimate Creative

If you could meet a historical figure, who would it be and why?

His temperamental streak stayed with him from childhood, incredibly complex and totally driven. This demanding forceful speaker with strong opinions was also a devoted friend.

The Irish poet, dramatist, writer and literary critic W.B Yates ( 1865~1939) said –

No man I have ever known was so well loved”

William Morris (1834~1896) is my main man from history.

This visionary leader, designer,prolific writer, poet, and environmental and architectural conservationists was also committed revolutionary socialist. And it was his socialist views that were often debated at the time. But this charismatic man, passionate about beauty, craftsmanship, and social justice, won the day.

He was a principled idealist with a keen sense of justice and fairness.

And he strove to make the world a more beautiful and equitable place.

How I would have loved to be around his  immense creative energy.

I trust his

Do you trust your instincts?

 Patch takes the lead when we leave the house. He’ll either stop at the car or out onto the street and go left or right.

We live in dog-walking nivarna and can go for weeks, not taking exactly the same route. It’s fascinating seeing the way and at what pace he wants to go.

Later, I’ll take a photo in his new winter coat, but for now a fave pic

Cosy boy

I love this website. A fascinating read.

Mediation, neuroscience and the 7 ancient instincts

Late Spring in England

What’s your favorite month of the year? Why?

Oh WP, this DP is so very easy to answer today. May in England, what’s not to love?

The new energy is sublime, with days longer now and warmth in the sun. The birds are as busy as ever with the arrival of swallows and swifts from Africa. If you are super-lucky you’ll get to hear a cuckoo.

Bluebells and tulips bring more depth of colour to the late Spring. With wild animals coming out of hibernation, too, the land feels alive. Fresh.

As a young child, Lily ( some of you may remember I’ve written about this amazing lady more than once) would take me to something called The Tulip Festival at Cannon Hill Park, in our side of the city on Birmingham. ( Just across the road from Pebble Mill, TV studios.

It ran from 1960 to the late ’70’s and we have Sir Frank Price to thank for it. A Labour politician and Lord Mayor of Birmingham thought it would brighten up the city after what were in those days quite harsh winters.

If overseas visitors were thinking of visiting England, I would suggest May is the month to do it.

To London- the largest metropolis in Western Europe

What is your favorite place to go in your city?

A few minutes walk from home gets me to our local station. There, I can get a fast direct train into central London in a little over an hour.

I hope to be doing this soon when Cecil Beaton’s Fashionable World Exhibition opens on October 9th ’25. At the National Portrait Gallery in St Martin’s Place. ( Just round the corner from Trafalgar Square and the National Gallery.

Mr Beaton was a renowned British war photographer and designer.

I will be able to see over two hundred exhibits, including sketches, costumes, personal items, letters, and photographs of the likes of Marlon Brando, Elizabeth Taylor, and Marilyn Monroe. Plus, artists like Francis Bacon and Salvadore Dali whom highlight Beaton’s influence on fashion and design.

Excited at the prospect? Oh yes!

And a few words from Emily Bronte

What’s the first impression you want to give people?

‘Friendly’

Having wrapped up today’s DP in just a   word, I now have space to put those of another.

A grey Wagtail


Riches I hold in light esteem,
   And Love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of fame was but a dream,
   That vanished with the morn:

And if I pray, the only prayer
   That moves my lips for me
Is, “Leave the heart that now I bear,
   And give me liberty!”

Yes, as my swift days near their goal:
   ’Tis all that I implore;
In life and death a chainless soul,
   With courage to endure.

The Old Stoic by Emily Bronte 1818~1848

Celebrating published authors/WP buddies

What book are you reading right now?

A few of my WP buddies are published authors  Tia ( TJ Mueller ) and Georgi Kisyov have wonderful children’s books out, which I will tell you more about over the next day or two..

But to what I’m reading now ( also a WP buddy)

Marcus Goldworthy Books

http://www.true-steps.com

You can find it on Amazon.

Review…Verified Purchase

‘ I am loving this book…and when I have written this well-deserved review, I shall get straight back to it. Aesthetically, you will like this a lot. The book is the size of a hard back size but with a wonderfully smooth cover. The paper, text, and print are perfect. Why am I telling you this? Because on the odd occasion I have bought a book like this the paper was horrible and the text tiny, generally mean little books. So this was a really nice surprise. The author writes so naturally without superfluous dialogue spoiling a story you just want to keep reading. Billed as a ‘ Medieval, Murder, Mystery’. I couldn’t have put it better myself. This would make a great Christmas present. The recipient will be very happy’.

If any of you lovely peeps would like me to feature your work/creativity, leave some info in the comments box

Planting seeds

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

It wouldn’t be my first rodeo-upping sticks and moving somewhere, home or abroad, to start afresh.

Having two, one or no dogs sharing my life, I’ve done it countless times. It’s liberating, scary, and truly exciting.

Getting to know the natives can take a while. It’s easy to forget for a moment they are eyeing you. Seeing where you fit into their picture. I usually give it about a year to not feel like the new kid on the block.

If money were no object/limitless, I’d like to live in central London, adjacent to Hyde Park.

Other thoughts took me to the edge of an English market town, where I could open my front door and walk to the shops one way or a beach the other.

Most of us are familiar with the saying,’ The Comfort Zone is a beautiful place, but nothing ever grows there’

And it’s true. But for now, I’ll stay exactly where I am in a little comfort zone, which has alluded me for the longest time. I have plenty of previous experiences  stored up to reflect on if I wish..and never forgetting I always keep an empty lot if I have new seeds to plant.

Paws for thought

What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can?

Hi. As some of you regular peeps who drop into my blog ( many thanks) will  know, I live in PatchLand.

It’s a small, peaceful, and happy place where we both get to chill after a life of ups and downs (rollercoaster edition).

We broadly have a routine, and it suits us – but the one bit I occasionally ( not ‘always’, as suggested in today’s DP) try to delay for a moment is when Himself stands over me, paws a device from my hand, looks me sternly in the eye and suggest I get up, because it’s time to go out.

I did as I was told this morning, got us both kitted out for a very wet walk, and then he stands on the doorstep reluctant to go any further.

We got out eventually. It was mild with just a hint of a breeze, and despite the rain, the birds were happy enough whizzing around, chattering amongst themselves and one doing a solo piece. It was lovely.

And now we are home and had breakfast  the rain has stopped completely and it’s brightening up. Hopefully, our coats will dry out before we venture out next in a few hours’ time, when it will no doubt cloud over and chuck it down! Ho hum. Happy days.