Another Place to Visit

30 September 2011 00:31

What have I been doing recently? Well apart from the boring house stuff I’ve made time to visit Evelyn at Evee’s Blog. I must admit that Evelyn found ‘Pining’ first as she’s interested in Scottish words and that’s how she got to me. I’m so glad that she did as her blog is a beautiful place to visit with gorgeous photos of places she has travelled to and scenes more local to her base in the Scottish border town of Peebles. So if you love things Scottish and photos of plants, gardens, houses and crafts do yourself a favour and hop over to Evee’s Blog.

Otherwise I’ve been watching The Great British Bake Off where the baking tasks are getting fiendishly difficult but already we’re down to the last three contestants so next week is the last one. Janet was my favourite baker and I really hoped she would win but it wasn’t to be, her undercooked pastries let her down. I’m not sure who I want to win now.

Tonight we watched Billy Connolly’s Route 66 Road Trip of America. The third one in the series I think, I like armchair travelling especially when it’s to places that we’re never likely to visit. Tonight he was in Oklahoma, Arizona and Texas where as usual he met interesting locals. The rodeo reminded me of an Annie Proulx short story, those riders are completely nuts. He also visited a barbed wire museum in a place called Mclean, who would have thought there were so many different kinds of wire! It probably beat the pencil museum in Cumbria – or wherever it is. The best scenery was in Monument Valley.

If you have time have a look at some of the first episode.

Phineas Finn by Anthony Trollope part II

29 September 2011 00:38

Well the book is in two parts and because I was blogging so late at night and I was exhausted from decorating, my thoughts on the book are in two parts too because I forgot to mention Lady Laura.

Lady Laura is a young woman and she was wealthy until she paid off her brother’s debts. Her brother, Lord Chiltern is a ne’erdoweel with a reputation for violence and drinking as well as gambling. Like many a young woman before her, and after, life at her family home became so uncomfortable for Laura that she decided to accept an offer of marriage from Robert Kennedy who was an influential and very wealthy Cabinet Minister about twice Laura’s age. As well as his house in London’s Grosvenor Place he had a very large and beautiful estate in Scotland, his homeland.

Unfortunately Lady Laura had married a man she hardly knew. She certainly was completely unaware that her husband was a strict Presbyterian which meant that he was a strict sabbatarian, Sunday was kept as a day of worship only and the only thing that you could do really was go to church and read the bible. Novel reading was very much frowned upon so Laura was bored stiff on Sundays even when she was in London. The house in Scotland was even worse as she couldn’t go out for walks around the estate or anything.

Her husband Mr Kennedy was the sort of man who thought that he owned his wife body and soul and so he expected her to do his bidding at all times, otherwise she wasn’t being a dutiful wife. Well folks, you know what happens if there’s no compromising in a relationship, it’s going to be a disaster – which it was.

I think that Trollope must have been a really enlightened man for the times because he’s so obviously on the side of Laura and dead against Robert Kennedy’s attitude to his wife. I’m just a wee bit sorry for the husband though because I see him as a disappointed man who got married expecting to become a father which is what most wealthy men want, founding a dynasty of their own, but Laura didn’t get pregnant, which is a shame because their relationship would have been entirely different and as a mother Laura would have had far more power over her situation with her husband. He revered his own mother which somehow is never a good sign.

Anyway, I’m probably over thinking the book but what I’m really saying is that Trollope seems to be a good guy, I don’t know anything about his personal life, I must get a biography of him, but at least he knows how decent men should behave, I just hope that he actually was decent. I’d hate to think that he was anything like Charles Dickens who was so horrible to his wife that I can’t read any of his books.

On the subject of Presbyterian Sundays, I’ve had quite a lot of experience of those as a child and they were terrible. There was nothing to do at all as there were no shops open, nothing at all on TV, the radio had Two-Way Family Favourites on it and in the evening when TV was on it was The Black and White Minstrel Show! If the weather was alright you could go for a walk but that was about it. I think gardening would have been acceptable as a Sunday occupation but no DIY.

Things were even worse for people further north. We had friends on the Isle of Skye and they didn’t even have hot food on a Sunday as they were such strict Sabbath keepers that they couldn’t cook any meals. You’ll laugh at this but really it’s true, they didn’t have running water and had to get their water from a well. Every Saturday night they had to fill all their buckets with water for drinking and washing as they weren’t allowed to fill the buckets on Sunday – too bad if they used too much water, they went thirsty! I think some people are still like that up north as there was a bit of a stooshie not so long ago when a ferry operator started up a ferry service on Sundays – it’s another world!

Phineas Finn by Anthony Trollope

27 September 2011 23:42

This book is sometimes known by the title The Irish Member. I thought it was about time that I got back to reading the rest of the Palliser series. I had to make a mad dash for the radio off button one night a few weeks ago when I was in the kitchen late on. Whilst I was doing the dishes I suddenly realised that it was a Palliser book which was being serialised on Radio 4 Extra – or whatever they’re calling it this week! You can probably still listen to it on the iPlayer if you don’t want to read the book.

I found Phineas Finn to be a wee bit dry at the beginning and I could understand why some people have a bit of a problem with Trollope. I think that it was because I only had time to read about 20 or 30 pages at a time and for me anyway I find his writing much more enjoyable when I can spend a lot of time reading big chunks of about 80 or 100 pages at one go.

It is of course the story of Phineas Finn, a handsome young Irishman who stands for parliament really because he was in the right place at the right time. At the time it’s set (1860s) we didn’t have universal suffrage, not even for the men, so each MP was voted in by the small amount of men who were eligible to vote in the area, mainly wealthy property owners.

Phineas does indeed have the luck of the Irish and his parliamentary career comes on in leaps and bounds, mainly because he has the ability to be affable and really listens to people so other men take a liking to him. He gets into the right social circles and hobnobs with influential men and so his political career advances very quickly.

He doesn’t have so much luck where romance is concerned and this is partly due to the fact that he isn’t exactly constant and he tends to be easily distracted by whichever woman he is with at the time.

I’m looking forward to reading The Eustace Diamonds which is the next one in the series.

I remember that when John Major became our Prime Minister, about 20 years ago he said that Trollope was his favourite author and I think he got a lot of help in his career from reading the political books. Like everybody else I’ve puzzled over how a man who was so bad at counting that he was sacked from his job as a bus conductor could have risen to be our Prime Minister. I think he must have modelled himself on Phineas Finn.

Anyway, if you enjoy the classics and a political setting then you should give the Palliser series a go. My copy is an Oxford World’s Classic paperback and it has great notes in the back. Luckily I studied this period when I was at school so I knew a lot about what was going on in Britain at the time but I still learned from the notes. For instance: Did you know that John Stuart Mill the philosopher and economist and son of the Scottish philosopher James Mill, had written an essay called The Subjection of Women in 1869. He was an MP from 1865 and advocated votes for women. Amazingly ahead of the times!

Virginia Plain – Roxy Music

26 September 2011 23:40

I’m still engulfed by that hell which is Gordon’s old bedroom, the decorating is taking a lot longer than it used to, must be my age – or maybe I’m not being so slap-dash now. Anyway, I’ve not had much time for anything else but on Friday night I took a bit of a break from it and watched The Old Grey Whistle Test programme which was on. Most of the clips were at least 40 years old but I can hardly believe that.

I loved Bryan Ferry and Roxy Music when I was a teenager so I enjoyed the clip of them doing The Strand but I fancied hearing Virginia Plain again, have a look if you want to see some glam rock from a 1972 Top of the Pops.

Honestly – what do those dancers in the audience look like?! I just hope that the 13 year old me wasn’t that awful!

Aberdour, Fife

24 September 2011 00:28

I’ve been neglecting ‘Pining’ the past couple of days because yet again I’m up to my elbows in wallpaper paste – doing Gordon’s old bedroom now. No don’t say that I should get professionals in to do it because in my experience they are just expensive bodgers so I would rather do it myself, I can bodge just as well for free!

Anyway, a couple of weekends ago we decided to go for a walk around Aberdour (again), just about six miles along the coast going towards Edinburgh. It’s too long to walk there so we took the car and by the time we got there it was chucking it down with rain. But you wouldn’t think it from the photos, it was one of those ‘April shower’ days in September.

Firth of Forth

The Firth of Forth

We went to Aberdour so that my husband could take a photo of the war memorial there, he’s sort of ‘collecting’ them, which is a Sisyphean task if ever there was one as they’re all over the place and sometimes in the most unexpected locations, but I leave them to him. I was more interested in this ancient doorway leading into the grounds of Aberdour Castle. It dates from 1632.

Aberdour Castle Garden

And this is what you can see when you get through the doorway.

Aberdour Castle Garden

Aberdour Castle Garden

It’s still pretty and colourful even in September. Aberdour Castle is one of the few castles which I think would have been quite comfy and pleasant to live in in its heyday and it’s worth a visit if you’re ever in that vicinity.

By the time we walked around Aberdour my feet were absolutely squelching wet, completely drookit. What is it about modern footwear manufacturers? They seem to have lost the ability to make shoes and boots waterproof. I had on my fairly expensive hiking boots and after about a year they started to leak. Am I expecting too much? Is it just me or do other people have the same problem with footwear nowadays?!

Autumn garden

20 September 2011 23:31

My garden has been neglected recently what with all the stuff that I’ve been doing inside the house, and despite the fact that it was a lovely day today I still couldn’t get down to some sprucing up because I had to wait in for someone who didn’t turn up. You know what it’s like, your frightened to go to the loo because that’s exactly when the doorbell will ring, but it never did! Grrr!

Anyway, this is my apple tree and although it’s over 30 years old it doesn’t get any taller than about 7 or 8 feet. I haven’t a clue what variety they are as it was planted by the previous gardener. Scotland isn’t a great place for growing apples, I don’t think the growing season is long enough but I usually get enough for a few apple pies from the tree.

Cooking apples

My lovely Liquidamber tree is rapidly changing to its autumnal colours, it was all bright green just last week. This tree is very slow growing and is ideal for a small garden. I got this one from the shop at the Edinburgh Botanic Gardens.

Liquidamber tree

These are some of the autumn crocuses in my garden, I really like them but I’m not so keen on them in the early summer when the thick leaves come up on their own and take up quite a lot of space.

Autumn crocus

I’m not supposed to be buying any more plants for my garden because if everything goes to plan I’ll be planning a new garden soonish, or revamping an old one when we downsize, but I couldn’t resist these ones. The Fuchsia is called Voodoo and is very dark purple in reality, nearly black. I’ve been looking for heuchera ‘Pewter Moon’ for ages but I haven’t been able to find it. I was tempted by this one though, unfortunately I can’t remember its name. I think I’ll take the fuchsia into the house soon but I’ll plant the heuchera as it’ll be easily dug up when the time comes.

At the moment they’re sitting outside on the kitchen window sill. Maybe I’ll be able to get into the garden tomorrow – if it doesn’t rain. We don’t seem to be getting two days the same together this year so you can’t really plan anything.

Fuchsia Voodoo and Heuchera

I’ve just realised that I’m in that last photo, well my reflection is.

The Downside of Autumn

19 September 2011 00:15

I really like autumn, in fact it’s probably my favourite season of the year, but the one thing that I really dislike about it is the spiders. They all start to come into the house about now, I know that loads of people have the same problem too. I’m not keen on spiders – no matter what size they are but at the moment they are humungous. And they always come out at night and gallop towards me. In fact I discovered that they didn’t like going over the flokati (I know, how 1970s of me) rug in the hall so I got a bigger one for the living-room because I was fed up being terrorised by spiders which always seemed to come from behind the TV corner and aim straight for me. The shaggy flokati wool certainly slows them down.

Today I had a horrible spider experience which I suppose I would have tweeted about if I were on twitter but I’m not – so here I go!

I went out to the garden to get some rosemary for the Sunday roast, and to reach it I had to put one foot into the herb patch. A couple of minutes after I put the roast in the oven I was aware that there was something in my hair. I thought it would be the usual bit of garden which had fallen on me. I put my hand up expecting to find a leaf there, I looked at my hand thinking ‘ How the hell did a bunch of brown leaves get into my hair’ – then they shot out of my hand and disappeared under the furniture, never to be seen again! Well not so far anyway, no doubt that huge spider will come back to haunt me.

I think it must have crawled or jumped on to me when I had my foot in the herb patch! That’s the closest encounter that I’ve had with any of those spiders but at least it all happened so quickly that it was gone before I could scream. The same can’t be said of the time that I saw out of the corner of my eye, whilst I was reading in bed, a huge spider gallumphing across the duvet. I didn’t scream once when I was in labour with my kids despite the fact that it was so awful that if I had had a gun I would have shot myself – but I certainly screamed when I saw that spider!

Scottish words: stoor, oose and glaur

17 September 2011 00:22

Yesterday I decided that I just had to do something bout the state of my husband’s ‘study’. When we were looking for a house last time we moved he said that he really had to have a study so that he would have somewhere to do school work but mainly to get away from the kids and get down to some writing. So he got a study, quite a big room, and over the years he has filled it with ‘stuff’. He was supposed to clean it out in the summer of 2010, it didn’t happen! Then again in summer 2011 and I did say to him that it was just as well that the desk is right at the door as I couldn’t get any further into the room, so I couldn’t even open the window. His solution to that problem was that he went in and squashed all the things that were lying about the floor into a pile in the middle of the room. So there was a feature ’roundabout’ to be negotiated around.

Being a typical Scottish man he isn’t into cleaning and a whole year can quite easily go by without him wielding the Hoover and expecting him to use a duster would just be asking for trouble. So this is where the stoor, oose and glaur come in. It’s what you get if you don’t dust and vacuum clean.

stoor is dust and general muck, and rhymes with sure.
oose is dust which is so thick it’s positively furry and dust bunny-ish, it rhymes with moose.
glaur is dirt, and it rhymes with for.

The other phrase which comes to mind – and I’m not at all sure if this is a Scottish one is:

You could stir it with a stick.

Maybe someone could tell me if that phrase is used elsewhere. It’s very commonly used in Scotland when a person is appalled at the state of there own house. You could stir ma hoose wi’ a stick!

So anyway, that’s why I went a wee bit mental yesterday and just got stuck into it all. The recycle paper bin is nearly full of such things as lecture notes from 1971-1978 and many books and bits of scientific equipment are making their way to a school science department.

Why there was an AA card (Automobile Association not Al Anon!) from 1981 amongst the piles of detritus on the desk is a mystery never to be solved. We moved here in 1988!

I’m about two thirds of the way through it all now and I can see most of the carpet! I blame myself for being too easy going.

My husband says that I need a right good skelpin’ for saying things like this about him and his study. I’d just like to see him try!

Runyon on Broadway by Damon Runyon

15 September 2011 12:05

Whilst trying to weed out some books I came across Runyon on Broadway which is an omnibus containing all his short stories from:

More Than Somewhat
Furthermore and
Take It Easy

I haven’t come across any mention of Damon Runyon at all on the internet although I must admit I haven’t really gone searching for him so I’m not sure if he’s still being read or not but I hope he is.

I got my copy of this book when we were helping to clear out Great-Uncle Robert’s house and it has his name on the inside of it. I was quite amazed because I never actually met G-U Robert, he had died many years before his wife did, and all that I knew about him was that he was a piano teacher and church organist and didn’t get married until his mother died, and he was over 60 by then.

So I learned from this book that he must have had a good sense of humour as these short stories are so funny. Damon Runyon was a journalist and was successful in that profession and when he started writing stories about the bandits of Broadway they were very well received too.

In the stories all the males are guys and the females are dolls. The stories all have the same narrator and according to him these are the respectful ways of referring to men and women. The stories are all about the crooks and gangsters who made up part of the life around Broadway, described as New York’s Hardened Artery. The musical Guys and Dolls was based on two Runyon short stories.

It’s the era of Prohibition and hard times in America so the gangsters are making the most of it – so if you fancy a change from ‘English’ humour you might like to try Damon Runyon’s American humour.

Needless to say this is yet another book which I’m unable to weed out!

The Old Kirk (again)

14 September 2011 00:02

Despite the fact that we were being blasted to bits on the tower parapet we both managed to take quite a few photos. I like old graveyards and it was interesting to see this one from above. You can see that there is quite a lot of space given to each lair. I think some of the gravestones have disappeared over the years but even so when you compare it with the graveyard at the Bronte Parsonage in Haworth which is absolutely crammed with graves it’s easy to see how they got into trouble there.

You can just see what was the original manse at the top left of the photo. They have a huge garden and typically it’s all just grass. Why is it that non-gardeners always get the biggest gardens? It’s one of those ‘sod’s law’ things!

The graveyard from the tower

This cute wee turrety building is in the grounds of the church. I don’t know what it’s used for now – if anything, but I think originally it must have been inhabited by whoever looked after the church and graveyard or maybe the session clerk. As you can see, it’s quite a long way down from that tower.

Across from the house you can see a hideous cream coloured building which was built some time in the 20th century. It replaced the school and house where Thomas Carlyle lived and taught for a couple of years.

Turrety house

And this is another one of the memorial stained glass windows. Photos don’t really show up how beautiful they are.

Stained glass window (east)

This is the Old Kirk from the bottom of Kirk Wynd and the turrety building, you can see the parapet which I took the photos from.

Kirk Wynd