Friday, 31 October 2025

Samhain

 

Samhain

This ae nighte, this ae nighte,

Every nighte and all,

Fire and sleet and candle-lighte,

And Christe receive thy saule.

The Lyke-Wake Dirge, folk song in Yorkshire dialect

This song was beautifully performed by Pentangle, with Jacqui McShee’s sublime soaring voice and perfect diction.

Samhain (Sauin in Manx) is the Irish and Scottish Gaelic name for November.

The festival of Samhain begins at sunset on October 31st, to mark the end of harvest and the beginning of winter.

It is said that the veil between life and death is at its thinnest on this sacred night. The spirits of the dear departed may visit their homes and in some cases, places are set at table for them.

It is common to speak of dying as passing away. Maybe it is not simply an anodyne way of referring to something distressing, but a reference to Samhain. It is comforting, for those who do not robustly deny such beliefs as outdated nonsense, to think that souls slip from one realm to another through the sheerest curtain.

‘Pass’ meaning ‘die’ has been used since the beginning of the fourteenth century and was used in that sense by Geoffrey Chaucer (1343-1400) and later by Shakespeare (1564-1616)

 ‘Passing away’ came into the common lexicon in the fifteenth century. The belief then was that a person’s soul remained until the funeral rites were completed, after which it could ‘pass away.’

Thursday, 30 October 2025

 

Just to get you in the party mood and ready for those wonderful jokes inside Christmas crackers. Prepare to groan.

 

Q:  What do you give the man who has everything?

A:  Antibiotics.

 

Q:  What goes, ‘Ha, ha, ha, clonk?’

A:  A man laughing his head off.

 

Q:  What did baby corn say to mummy corn?

A: Where’s Pop corn?

 

Q:  Why did the thief take a bath?

A: So he could make a clean getaway.

 

Q: Why do black sheep eat less than white sheep>

A:  There aren’t as many of them.

 

Q: What do you call a fish with no eyes?

A: A fish.

 

Q: Where would you find a dog with no legs?

A: Right where you left him.

 

Q: What did the hat say to the scarf?

A: You hang around while I go on ahead.

Wednesday, 29 October 2025

Endless dancing

 

Endless dancing

Red Shoes (Boots) modelled by Power Ranger Jason Lee Scott

Fairy tales often conceal dark thoughts and fears. Frequently, they’re based on unpleasant and unpalatable facts, and are used as moral fables.

The Brothers Grimm wrote the story of Snow White in 1812, though it traces its origins to earlier folk tales in which a mother wished for a beautiful child, ‘’with skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as black as ebony.”

In Snow White the lovely child was born and adored, but her loving mother died soon after the baby’s birth. Her father married a beautiful woman who was excessively vain and despised the pretty little girl. Many times, she sought to kill her, but each time her efforts were thwarted.

After the trials and tribulations visited upon the poor child by her stepmother, Snow White was awoken from her living death and married her handsome prince. The evil stepmother was invited to the wedding, but was overcome with envy and hatred at seeing the lovely young woman, who had displaced her as “the fairest in all the land.” Her wickedness was repaid with a curse. She was compelled to wear a pair of shoes of red-hot iron and dance until she collapsed and died.

Evil is as evil does, you might say.

A little more than thirty years later, Hans Christian Andersen wrote The Red Shoes in 1845.

If you have ever wondered why ‘Karen’ became a pejorative term for rude, privileged women, the clue may lie within the story. It wasn’t adopted as an insult until the twenty-first century, after an unpleasant incident in Central Park, New York. 

In defence of Karens everywhere, I have known several by that name, all perfectly pleasant.

In the story, poor orphaned Karen was adopted by a wealthy lady and indulged in everything, growing up spoilt and conceited. Spotting a pretty pair of red shoes in a cobbler’s shop window, Karen could not rest until she acquired them. Once in possession of them, she could not bear to remove them.

 Dressed in white for her confirmation, she refused to change them for something more appropriate, greatly upsetting those around her, particularly her guardian. Later, as her guardian lay seriously ill Karen wore the shoes to a ball, giving little heed to the woman who had taken her in and looked after her.

To her shock, as she left the ball, she found herself dancing and unable to stop. An angel appeared and told her she was cursed to wear the shoes and dance through all eternity. In desperation, Karen begged for her feet to be chopped off, and they danced away from her. She was then given wooden feet and crutches, and lived the rest of her life humbly.

That is a profound object lesson.

There are shades of eternal dancing in the Pied Piper of Hamelin, another story written by the Brothers Grimm. It is a strange tale that has its roots in history.

After the Pied Piper had been cheated of his agreed fee for ridding the town of Hamelin of its plague of rats, he took his revenge by enticing the children to follow him out of the town. The children could not resist the strains of the Piper’s tunes, and danced away to a lair in the mountains, never to be seen again. One poor crippled boy, unable to keep up with his companions, was left behind to tell the tale.

As always, there are several versions of the story, but there is a street in Hamelin which is said to be the last place the children were seen alive before they disappeared. It is called ‘Bungelosenstrasse,’ (street without drums) and no music or dancing is ever allowed on that thoroughfare.

Tuesday, 28 October 2025

The Dancing Plague of 1518

 

The Dancing Plague of 1518

Dance at Molenbeek. Pieter Brueghel the Younger (1564-1638)

A depiction of dancing mania, on the pilgrimage of epileptics to the church of Molenbeek

Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons

Having recently twice heard mention of this phenomenon, I wanted to learn more.

 It’s not clear what caused an outbreak of enforced dancing. One theory suggests that it was food poisoning, from eating rye affected by ergot fungus, which can cause hallucinations. This causes twitching and convulsions rather than dancing, but is similar in composition to LSD, and was also implicated in the frenzy surrounding the Salem witch trials.

 An alternative theory proposes that it was mass hysteria related to stress brought about by impoverished living conditions, disease, and starvation.

Whatever the cause, on 14th July 1518, Frau Troffea left her house in Strasbourg and began dancing. After several hours, she fell to the ground, exhausted, but began dancing again the following day. She continued to dance for six days, despite the pain of her bruised and bleeding feet. Others joined the dancing, until around four hundred people were involved. Some danced themselves to death, dying from heart attacks, strokes, or exhaustion.

At the time, in a region where St Vitus was honoured, people believed that prolonged dancing was a punishment visited on sinners.

St Vitus was a Christian martyr from Sicily. He is the patron saint of dancers, comedians, actors, and dogs, and protects against snake bites, storms, oversleeping, and epilepsy. He is most commonly associated with St Vitus’ Dance, which is now known as Sydenham’s Chorea. Sydenham’s chorea is caused by an autoimmune reaction to a streptococcal infection (strep throat) It can cause involuntary twitching of face, hands, and feet, and imbalance and poor coordination, resulting in an unusual gait.

They believed that Frau Troffea had sinned and was controlled by the Devil. They led her, with others, to a shrine in the mountains to atone for their sins.

The dancing mania, Pieter Brueghel

It is believed that sometimes strong men were employed to support exhausted dancers.
Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons

By the beginning of September 1518, the plague began to abate, and the dancing stopped completely after several weeks. Although the Strasbourg outbreak is probably the best-documented, there were at least ten similar occurrences centuries before, all equally inexplicable.                       

Monday, 27 October 2025

Worrying

 

Worrying

Arthur, trying to make sense of it all.

Our middle daughter lives in South London, not far from Crystal Palace. Early each morning she goes for a run with her dog, Arthur. This morning, she discovered something disturbing in the woods. She took photographs, but did not investigate closely and would not allow Arthur too near, either.

Instead, she called the police, for what she had found looked worryingly like a body. 

 A police car and an ambulance arrived on the scene and after a short while the authorities determined that the polythene wrapped ‘body’ had probably been deposited as a Hallowe’en prank.


The police officer who was the first to investigate agreed that it looked very suspicious. It is a shame that one person’s idea of a joke results in money being wasted on public resources, but such things must be examined.

Not long ago, the various parts of a dismembered body were found near this location, so police are aware and alert at all times. This time, fortunately, it was just a poor joke in bad taste.

Sunday, 26 October 2025

Where?

 

Where? 


It’s a bright sunny chilly, morning with a breeze so slight it’s almost not there. The clocks have celebrated by going back.

No-one is quite sure where they have gone, but at some point during the night they grew legs and scurried off to their lairs, in caverns in the mountains or caves by the seashore. Some scampered away to deep forest hideaways while others returned to open moors. A few unfortunates found themselves restricted to towns, to skulk near rubbish tips and keep company with the foxes and feral cats.

The grand church clocks and their relations from the town halls across the land strode purposefully to their ancestral homes, while the sarsens (not the vinegar – that’s Sarson’s) flexed their enormous muscles and lumbered away from Stonehenge and Avebury and Clatford Bottom to take their repose.

What the humans see on awakening are impostors. The originals will return in the Spring when the clocks travel forward again.

It is the end of British Summer Time.

What of the digital timepieces? Do they really deserve the title of ‘clock?’ They are soulless, with no heartbeat and no agency. They are not worth consideration.

Saturday, 25 October 2025

 

Wrong directions?

   
                                
                            Why is there a bus in the forest?

                     Did TomTom give inaccurate directions?

 ‘Take the next turning on the right’ can often lead the unwary into a dead end or a field gate or even the driveway to someone’s house.

We’ll never know why the bus was there. It was a strange sight.

 Leaving?  The car looks rather like a taxi and there's another vehicle beyond the bus which could be a Forest Ranger's four-wheel drive.

Friday, 24 October 2025

 

The engine



Marlene from Poppypatchwork asked about the engine in my header.

It was drawn by my son, Gareth, when he was about four, I think.

I love it. I like the pencil lines of his original drawing. I like the details he included - the chimney, the couplings, and the four wonky wheels. I love the way he used a black wax crayon to colour it in so vigorously. There are two roughly rectangular white spaces to the bottom right of the engine. I don’t know what they are – maybe they represent the steps up onto the footplate.

I can see when the energy began to lag. The wheels are not so thoroughly coloured, the last one, on the right hardly coloured at all. He was a dear little boy and developed into a caring and loving husband and father.

One day, I will ask him if he remembers drawing this.

Children’s drawings can tell us so much, if only we care to look closely enough.

Thursday, 23 October 2025

The law is an ass

 

The law is an ass

                                        Enforcement officer

Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons

Welcome to today’s rant!

A woman in Richmond, West London was recently fined £150 for pouring the dregs of her coffee down a roadside drain. She was about to catch a bus to work and didn’t want to spill the remains of her drink on it. She was accosted by three ‘enforcement officers’ who issued the fine.

 Richmond Council employs enforcement officers to deal with violations of parking regulations and issue fines where necessary. They may also investigate fly-tipping, dropping litter or refuse in the street, or the incorrect way of presenting refuse for collection (!)

 She was unaware of the law, which, as we all know, is no excuse!!

It can be found under Section 33 of the Environmental Protection Act 1990. There are 164 sections, and 16 Schedules, 20 if you count the sub-schedules.

The miscreant asked the enforcement officers, all three of them, if there were any signs or information warning of the requirements of the law, but received no answer. She found the incident quite intimidating, but Richmond Council maintained that the body cams worn by the three officers showed that they had not behaved in an aggressive manner.

I think the sight of three officers approaching me and telling me I was breaking the law and needed to pay a fine would make my heart beat a little faster, too.

The lady asked what she should have done with her left-over beverage, and was told she should have poured it in a nearby bin. Richmond Council stated, “We are committed to protecting Richmond’s waterways and keeping our borough’s streets clean and safe. Enforcement action is only taken when necessary,”

This begs the question. ‘What should I do with left-over tea, coffee, or other drinks at home?’ Should they all be poured into the bin, rather than emptied down the kitchen sink?I wonder if this was a box-ticking exercise, 

with the results to be charted to prove that ‘efforts are being made in our ongoing campaign to improve conditions in our borough,’ or words to that effect.

If the lady who has committed the criminal act pays the fine within fourteen days, it will be reduced by £50 to £100. She is intending to make a complaint when her case will be reviewed.

Postscript: The fine has ben lifted. Commonsense prevailed.

Wednesday, 22 October 2025

Expanding appointments

 

Expanding appointments

It is a week of time-gobbling appointments. Monday’s dental appointment was three times as long as expected. I had to have three (or four, I lost count) anaesthetic injections. And to think, Vishal was contemplating not using any injections at all! Enough of that.

On Tuesday we had to go to a hospital a few miles away for a cholesterol blood test. I don’t know why. Perhaps the powers that be, who have little notion how to organise things, thought it would be a sensible idea to centralise things.

We duly turned up well before the appointed time, and booked in. No problems there. My blood was taken and then it was Barry’s turn. He’s supposed to have blood tests every few months. He reappeared very quickly, looking thunderous. The doctor’s notes were missing, so the phlebotomist couldn’t take a sample. However, all he needed to do was ‘phone our medical practice and get a doctor to authorise the blood-letting. Then the phlebotomist told him he could bang on the door, and he would be relieved of the requisite syringeful of blood. Annoying, but simple.

He rang the GP practice. He was number nine in the queue. Fifty minutes later he was able to speak to a long-suffering receptionist. She then had to consult a doctor. In another ten minutes, a doctor was available to speak to the phlebotomist, and the sample was taken.

Today will be spent making ‘phone calls and composing emails and letters to Wes Streeting (Secretary of State for Health and Social Care) local MPs, the CEO of the hospital, the CEO of the Foundation Trust, our medical practice, and anyone else we discover who should be made further aware of the inadequacy of the system.

Patients – we, the public – are being expected to take on more and more of the organisation of our medical treatment. We must make the appointments, chase the results, organise ongoing treatment if required. Many of us are perfectly capable of doing that, but there are many more who experience great difficulty.

People who are already feeling unwell can quickly be defeated by a system that appears designed to confuse. They don’t or can’t persevere, miss appointments, and become seriously ill. By the time they finally come to the attention of the medical profession, they may be much sicker than they would have been had they been seen in a timely fashion.

In short, the appalling IT system is completely inadequate and deteriorating all the time. Everyone agrees, from consultants to clinicians to nurses to receptionists, that the system is broken and needs urgent repair. There is huge frustration across the medical profession because a wildly inadequate system is putting people’s lives at risk.

Tomorrow, Barry has an appointment at another hospital for an MRI scan.

Fingers crossed!

Tuesday, 21 October 2025

Unexciting

 

Unexciting



Nothing of note to tell you, so I thought I’d share a recent photograph. Gilbert and Herschel often go to bed before the rest of us. They’re effective bed warmers.

It’s rained quite a lot today, which is good. It’s colder, which is not so good, but a bright fire is dispelling the gloom. We’ve drawn the curtains, too, so it feels quite cosy. 

I spent Monday afternoon at the dentist. It wasn’t the whole afternoon, of course, it just felt like it. A thirty-minute appointment stretched to ninety. C’est la vie!

Monday, 20 October 2025

No names, no pack drill

 

No names, no pack drill

Boots, ankle, gs (general service, usually called ammo boots)
Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons

This expression, often to be heard in our house, originated in the British army. 

Pack drill was a punishment for offenders which entailed marching in full uniform carrying a heavy pack of equipment. It was a common form of discipline in the nineteenth century army and was first recorded in 1903.

‘Boots – boots- boots- boots - movin’ up and down again’

Rudyard Kipling  1869-1936

The phrase carries the meaning that when a misdemeanour has been committed no-one can be punished if the miscreant has not been named.

In general humorous use, it is used as advice to abandon a subject or discussion so that further difficulties can be avoided. I suppose it could be superseded in some circumstances by, ‘Mind your own business.’

The phrase sprang to mind when I read the following on Facebook:

It’s frightful that people who are so ignorant should have so much influence.

George Orwell  1903-1950

Sunday, 19 October 2025

Christmas shopping

 

Christmas shopping

🎅🎄🎁😇

I have been Christmas shopping all afternoon. I am exhausted and I haven’t even left the house! 🙁😟😕

Have I finished? No!😉

How’s your shopping going? 

Saturday, 18 October 2025

Coconut crab

 

Coconut crab (Birgus latro)

Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons

The coconut crab is not the largest crab in the world – that accolade goes to the Japanese spider crab (Macrocheira kaempferi) – but it is the largest terrestrial crustacean. It is also the largest land-dwelling arthropod, the invertebrate family that includes insects, spiders, and centipedes. (Arthropod means ‘those with jointed feet.’)

An adult coconut crab may weigh four and a half kilogrammes and have a leg span of up to one metre.

The coconut crab, also known as the robber crab and the palm thief, is found on Indian and Pacific Ocean islands. It has become extinct on islands with large human populations, like Madagascar and Australia. Christmas Island has the largest population of coconut crabs.

This large hermit crab spends its entire life on land, once the young have developed sufficiently to go ashore. Coconut crabs mate between May and September. The female then lays the eggs and sticks them to her abdomen, where she carries them for several months. When they‘re ready to hatch, the female travels to the seashore to release them into the water. This is a dangerous time for her, because if she falls into the water, she will drown. She cannot breathe underwater and is too heavy to swim back to land.

The small shrimp-like larvae float in the ocean for three or four weeks. They are very vulnerable, and large numbers are consumed by predators. Eventually, the survivors sink to the seabed and find a shell to live in. They then move towards the seashore, where they remain for about a month until they finally venture onto dry land as young crabs, at the same time losing their ability to breathe in water.

Coconut crab on coconut! 
Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons

As they outgrow their shells, they find larger ones. If they are unable to find suitable shells, they may use broken coconut shells. Large adults do not live in shells but develop a hard exoskeleton. They moult annually. For this they dig burrows to take shelter while their soft shell hardens, which can take up to three weeks.

Their popular name suggests that they eat coconuts and while these may form part of their diet, they also consume an omnivorous diet, including fruit, nuts, carrion, birds, baby turtles, and younger relatives. They have an acute sense of smell, allowing them to locate food. They actively hunt rats and larger sea birds, like the red-footed booby, and climb trees to reach hanging fruit, like that of the pandanus tree.

Coconut crabs climbing trees in Bora Bora, French Polynesia
Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons

They mature very slowly, and can live for 120 years, reaching their maximum size between forty to sixty years. They are sexually mature at five. Colours vary by location. and may be shades of red or purplish-blue.

The only predators of coconut crabs are other coconut crabs and humans. They are hunted extensively, and in some areas, like Guam and the Mariana Islands, it is illegal to trap egg-bearing females or adults under a certain size. A limit is placed on the number allowed to be captured. It is currently a bag limit of five crabs at one time, or fifteen in a whole season.

In the Philippines it is illegal to catch them in any category. Violation of the law can lead to a heavy fine or a prison sentence up to six years. Despite this, and in order to satisfy the tourist trade, hunting continues. Coconut crab meat is toothsome.

Numbers are declining and the coconut crab is considered vulnerable by the IUCN (International Union for Conservation of Nature)

Friday, 17 October 2025

Woodland Walk

 

Woodland Walk October 2025

Cool, cloudy mornings, neither cold nor warm.
        

Still air and bird song. Quiet paths lead the walker onwards to discover what lies beyond the bend in the path.


        Gilbert drops the ball and waits for it to be thrown again  . . . and again . . . and again.

                                Roxy contemplates the path ahead.

Fungi everywhere

The beginnings of a corduroy road? Or the end? Or just random logs?
 

Another fungus

Trees have to fight for space and light in some places, so grow slim and straight, almost like railings.

A walk is enlivened by the company of a dog or two.

                                     More of 'railings.'

 
                                            Fungus and friends
Retrieving the ball.

 
                                                     Magical.

  
            Roxy retrieves her ball. She and Gilbert each carry their own.

Thursday, 16 October 2025

Red-footed booby

 

Red-footed booby (Sula sula)

Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons

This seabird is the smallest of at least six species of boobies. It is about two and a half feet long and has a wingspan of five feet. Unlike the blue-footed booby which makes deep dives into water to catch fish, it often catches flying fish in the air, as well as making shallow dives. All boobies immediately swallow the fish they catch, unlike other fishing birds which may carry the fish in their beaks.

It has a similar range to the blue-footed booby and is commonly seen in Hawaii and the Galapagos Islands. Other species of boobies nest on the ground, but red-footed boobies live in colonies and nest in trees, where they lay a single blue egg.

Both adults incubate the egg for just over six weeks. The chicks learn to fly around three months of age, but it will be another eight weeks before they are able to attempt long flights.

Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons

The red-footed booby comes in several plumages, white, brown, or mixed, but all sport bright red feet and have blue bills. Some males also display blue throat patches when trying to attract mates.

They will not nest on islands where the Galapagos hawk is found, even if conditions are otherwise favourable. If the hawks have been eradicated from an island, red-footed boobies have been observed moving in to colonise it.

Humans continue to hunt and eat both adults and chicks, even though it is illegal. The birds bite the hands of humans attempting to take them from their nests. Two or three thousand birds are killed in most years.

Coconut crabs hunt red-footed boobies, using their strong claws to break the birds’ wings or trap them by their legs.

Wednesday, 15 October 2025

Blue-footed booby

 

Blue-footed booby (Sula nebouxii)

Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons

The blue-footed booby appeared on my screen recently, so I had to investigate it.

The name booby derives from bobo, the Spanish word for clown because, like many seabirds, the booby is ungainly on land. Bobo also means foolish, because the bird shows no fear of man, a potential threat.

It is found along the coast from California to Peru and especially in the Galapagos Islands. It comes ashore to mate, lay eggs and rear its young.

 An adult booby is almost three feet long with a wingspan of five feet, and may live for seventeen years. The blue colouration of their feet is provided through their fishy diet and indicates their overall health. The brighter the colour, the healthier and stronger the bird.

Young birds have paler blue feet than adults and females have the most concentrated hue. The feet are important in the mating rituals. Males look for females with bright feet because they indicate youth. good health, and fertility. Females favour younger males, who have brighter feet. As birds age, so the colour of their feet fades.

The mating dance involves both sexes, the male displaying his feet with an exaggerated gait of wider and higher step, while male and female lift their beaks skywards and spread their wings.

After the clutch of two or three eggs is laid on bare ground, both parents take turns to incubate the eggs, using their feet to keep them warm.

There are three recognised collective nouns for boobies – a hatch, a trap, or a congress.

Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons

The International Union for Conservation of Nature (IUCN) lists the blue-footed booby as being of ‘least concern.’

Tuesday, 14 October 2025

Reminder

 

Reminder

                     Gilbert is glad he's not having a blood test this week!

We were congratulating ourselves on having a free diary this week, with no scheduled appointments, and then ‘ting’ a message appeared on Barry’s ‘phone. It was from Medivet, to remind us that Gilbert had a blood test scheduled for Tuesday afternoon at Parsons Green.

I checked my diary and Barry checked his – nothing! In any case, why Parsons Green? It is a residential area in Hammersmith and Fulham, thirty-nine miles from where we live. Two of the daughters live in London and have pets, but neither of them is anywhere near Parsons Green.

Sharyn was in Reception at our veterinary practice this morning and she was intrigued. She was able immediately to pinpoint when the appointment was made – about thirty seconds before the reminder dropped into Barry’s ‘phone! – and said she would contact the practice at Parsons Green. Would he like her to call him back? He thanked her and said that she was a busy person, and it wasn’t necessary. He was just concerned that there was a Gilbert ‘out there’ requiring a blood test, who might miss it.

We are curious, though, and would have loved clarification. Is Gilbert a dog, a hamster, a cockatoo, a snake? We’ll never know. We simply hope the message reached the right person eventually.

As ever, we were impressed by the efficiency of our veterinary practice. We know, from experience, that if it been a reminder from the NHS that we wanted to query or verify, we would have been passed from pillar to post. It would have taken most of the morning, speaking to oh-so-patient receptionists in various departments before someone somewhere would have been able to give us the answer.

So, we still have a clear week. Three cheers!