Linlithgow Palace

Visited Linlithgow Palace over the weekend.  The main impetus for this was that Grandie #3 has been acting as a Palace Guide during the summer holidays. (She is the one in red.) This was her last weekend of the summer, schools start again this week.

HBTW and I enjoy tours of stately homes, castles and gardens, so this was a double pleasure. The two “Ladies” dressed in period costumes expertly led us round the Palace showing us special places of interest. Their narrative enlivened cold stones with tales of a fountain that flowed with wine and statues destroyed in fits of religious temper. My photos of the palace are not as extensive as usual for such a tour, I was too busy imagining myself living in those times of long ago. That proves the girls were good at their tasks. Not easy to keep a group of around twenty to thirty people entertained.

The ruin is owned by Historic Scotland and you can see an excellent picture here. Such a perspective can only be obtained from the middle of the adjoining loch. I contented myself with trying for some unusual angles of windows and so forth. The one on the right here looks out onto the car park and the nearby church of St Michael’s where the Royal Family would worship on Sundays.

Much of the palace is a ruin, but sections have been restored so that the visitor gets a real feel for the scale and grandeur of the whole. Being a Historic Scotland property they make full use of all facilities, organising events and weddings throughout the year.

The guides told us that this window would originally have different colours of glass which would have made spectacular rainbow patterns on the floor. An “alehouse keeper” met us in the dining hall and kitchen quarters. She had everyone laughing and being pleased not to have been a servant in those far off days. Some of their habits left a lot to be desired. (Especially the annual bath shared by all the inhabitants from king to kitchen-boy.)

This History of Scotland for Children was an excellent find. It sets out the broad themes with sweeping strokes that make Scottish History make more sense to me than it ever has before. Previously, my understanding has been based around Church History. Too much detail obscures the events that have shaped the course of our progress. I’ve also bought an Illustrated History for adults – that’s for “grown-up” days when I feel able to ingest more facts.

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Retail therapy

Aha! Have found the answer to the political blues. Am off for some retail therapy at an antiques and painting centre. Only browsing, but lunch out on the way all being well.

Have a good Friday.

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Stress and incapacity

Occasionally I feel like giving vent to feelings of anger and frustration in this blog. To be honest, I don’t do it very often, mainly because I am the kind of person who sees things from all sorts of angles. In other words, if there is a dispute or disagreement, I tend to see the other person’s point of view. So – I sit tight and may not even blog about the issue or problem. Alternatively, things get the better of me and I may choose to either hide away from the public eye, or be brave and have my say.

There is an ongoing issue connected with the Government’s budget restraints that affects our Local Authority. Over the last few months I have been involved in a panel making comments on proposals which will directly affect the most vulnerable adults in our community. There has been review upon review, paper upon paper, so why is it that I feel that no-one is really listening to the people who count?

So today, I am screaming inside and now understand something of what happens to people who are made ill by stress.

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Visitors

Sons #1 and #4 visited with their families and overlapped for a good bit of yesterday. Hectic and enjoyable and thoroughly unmissable. The video camera added to the fun with my inexpert hit and miss version of filming and #1’s more professional style. Then he proceeded to give me a lesson on content, storyboarding, music and special effects on the imac. Imovie is a versatile and easy to use programme.

Today I have tried to upload the finished movie to youtube so as to be able to share it privately on the blog. No success. It is probably my fault and maybe on second thoughts it is just as well. I never know what is safe to share, even with the limited readership I have here. It’s a sad reflection of our time, but we have to be careful about content and photos.

What do other people think?

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A real fairytale

Do you like fairytales? I almost hesitate to ask the question, because The Secret of Moonacre is akin to the Narnia Tales in that it has undertones of sacrifice and resurrection. At one level, it is a rollicking tale of good and evil, with a sound moral lesson for everyone to learn. At another level, it is a charming tale set in a cursed valley, with darker elements of greed and revenge. The film is based on the children’s book, A Little White Horse, by Elizabeth Goudge (Published 1947.)  As a film it works for all who like spectacle, nature and creative, spellbinding tales, it is quite charming with a background of whimsical humour.

I watched it by chance, not knowing what to expect, consoling myself in the darker patches with the thought that it was after all a fairytale, wasn’t it? To be honest, it was no darker than the early Hogwart’s films. I’m a big softy really, so it was just as well. The imdb movie site gives a good starter review of the story without spoiling the plot.

Would I buy it for my film library? Probably not, but I think it worth a view if you need totally taken out of yourself.

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Sunday Best

God……… are you there?
Or here…….or where?
Will you listen to my soul….. or help me find a heart?
Lord….. of this day, of my life….
Help me to let go and love and accept and include all your creatures and all my sisters and brothers.

How can you find time for me?
Do you get cross?
At them……. at me?
Can I even say……Lord?

Thank you for all the words that help me know your love. And in that love dare I say….. help me to understand, help me to be wise?
For you?
For me?
For us?

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Being mumpty

How do you have a Day Off when you are retired? Most people who are still working think that retirees have it easy; after all, every day is time off to do what you want. That is true in one sense but not another, because there are always chores to do. For one reason and another (too complex to go into) – I ended up with a kind of mumpty-numpety week, and the only thing to do was to declare some time off.

I stayed away from the computer, stuck my head in a saga about the First World War, hid indoors from the rain, watched a movie and generally kept my head down. Result? Well, today the world looks a better place. The plumber has come to fix a WC cistern that took forever to fill and the washing machine is doing today’s workload for me. As a bonus the plumber had tales to tell of pine martens, woodpeckers, blue jays and kingfishers

Son #1 and his entourage are coming for a camp out tomorrow and things are looking much brighter. What do you like to do with your Day Off?

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Wildlife news and philosophy

It has been one of those days for wildlife………. not the wild partying kind of days of yore, but for seeing and getting news of the birds and creatures around us here. First of all I drew the curtains to be greeted by a juvenile pied wagtail looking up at me, then the sparrowhawk insisted on perching on the bird feeder and last of all I heard from a neighbour that they had sighted a pine marten in the back garden ground. It is a new house, so the pine marten probably thinks they are the intruders not him or her. No photos yet, but you can see some lovely images here. We have also heard tell of the mink spotted in a nearby burn, and I rather suspect that some of our late cat’s scars were down to scraps with them rather than other felines.

It reminds me of our visitors at the weekend. Around lunchtime several deer came into the rough ground at the back of our garden. The visitors immediately rushed for cameras and started snapping. Here is one of the photos they later emailed. Beautiful isn’t it? At the time HBTW and I just looked on. Shows how easy it is to get desensitised to the beauty of nature and creatures all around.

Another friend phoned and was telling me that he had been reading the blog and was interested to see that I was turning into a reflective philosopher. I’m not so sure about that, though it is quite a happy thought. The trouble is that my thoughts come from a random selection of sources. Sometimes I wonder if people expect more about Christianity when they stumble across this blog, after all here I am a retired Minister. All I can say is that I do my best not to beat people up about faith, the church and God. We all find our own paths and a gentle word here or there may well be used to help us in the hard times.

For today, it is enough to be grateful for the times when we can be still, watch, breath slowly and be fully part of the moment when a little bird appears, wagging its tail and bobbing its head saying Good Morning…….

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Women again

Have a look here – for a way to combat injustice and prejudice towards women in the church. Thanks to The Vernacular Curate.

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Dog Days in Andalucia

Autobiographical books nearly always catch my imagination, but in the case of Dog Days in Andalucia, I have to admit it was the doggy eyes on the front cover – spotted it across the room in a bookshop/cafe and I was lost.

It always interests me to read tales of people who have upped sticks and moved to another land or even to far-flung parts of the UK. But it is particularly evocative to read of stories that include details about the everyday culture, including such things as weather, customs and architecture.

Jackie Todd writes well and with an immediate and compelling style which draws you into her world with empathy and joy. In 1997 she moved permanently to Andalucia with her architect husband. He had always promised that when they lived full-time in Spain, (such a wonderfully affirming word – when) she would be able to have a Spanish pointer dog and a Mediterranean tabby cat. However, they end up taking on more and more strays and abandoned puppies and kittens. Eventually they have to become reconciled to being foster-rearers and re-homers. 10 dogs and 9 cats of their own are a big enough houseful.

Along the way, we learn of their projects to buy old properties and restore or rebuild them as holiday lets. You can see their website here. Have a look and drool, or maybe be inspired, who knows? I’ve never been to Spain but the website is certainly inspirational.

It would be interesting to hear of anyone who has visited that part of the world.

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