Let’s talk snow… it’s just a memory.

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There was a time when I lived in a place where, if it snowed…  boy did it snow!  Massive drifts of the beautiful white stuff was the norm. And being snowed in the house was not unusual. The car needed snow chains on to get anywhere and the boot of it was always weighted down… for extra traction.

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They don’t make snow like they used to, these days.

I live in a vale that seems to be in a no man’s land… and bang in between weather systems. To the north and south of us there is weather. Where we are, we can expect the exact opposite of what others are getting.

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This is not to say that we don’t get some fabulous weather and skies. We have big skies here. But, they can threaten snow, thunderstorms and clear off just as quickly as they appeared.

And sometimes it’s too cold to snow. The immediate world is just frozen solid.

We seem to have our very own weather system.

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I happen to love snow. Hey, who’d have thought it?

  • I love the quiet and peacefulness that it brings. That sense of solitude. The dull sound of the traffic as it slowly rolls past our cottage, when we have heavy snow
  • The sundown barn owl that looks for its tea over the long grass, protruding from the snow, at the edge of the field
  • The footprints in the snow… human and animal
  • The quality of light that a layer of thick snow radiates
  • Walks at night in the snow… no torches required. Team it with a full moon… perfection
  • Battling my way through a blizzard
  • The beautiful landscapes just waiting to be photographed, painted and written about

If you’re well wrapped up against the elements there is no better thing than trudging through the snow… and a great work out for the leg muscles as well. The freezing, clear air creeps into your body and gives you a detox. You’re pitted against nature and it’s a battle to survive. That element of danger is addictive and yet terrifying. Snow deserves respect.

And then when you make it back home, there’s the tea and crumpets to savour. Don’t worry about the calories… you’ve just done your exercise for the day.

So, bring on the snow I say. I want to walk and play and see what other animals have been out playing and walking in it.

How about you… do you love the snow?

Thanks for dropping by.

Dorne x

 

 

 

 

There may be something to salvage here : my inner child gets to play out some more.

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New people have shown up on here and started following and this got me thinking. Very dangerous that for this butterfly brain. Perhaps, this blog deserves to live. Some of you may recall I have been keeping it – letting it go – for a while now.

I already blog on my main blog Write Dorne, but maybe my inner child is asking for some extra time to play. I’m not quite ready to grow up – nor go home for bedtime.

I’m sorting through the old toys and boxes in the attics. Memories are  flooding back and I’m wondering do I still fit into that beautiful old, favourite dress? If not, let’s make some alterations – or make it into something else completely different.

Let’s get creative!

I’ll get the paints out and paint to my heart’s content. And all of those photographs may find somewhere to live – rather than just in a computer folder.

And when I’ve done making art on my laptop – let’s be brave and put it up on here.

Let’s play and see what happens, who comes to join in and what games it leads to.

 

Welcome and thank you to my new followers.

Thanks for dropping by.

Dorne x

 

 

Two thoughts for the day and a picture.

Article from A Southern Fairytale (Rachel Matthews)
Article from A Southern Fairytale (Rachel Matthews)

Oh, if only days lasted for longer than 24 hours; we didn’t need to sleep, do chores and some of us were actually organised!

I don’t pop up on here, nor my sister blog Write Dorne, as often as I would like. So, here’s two thoughts for today.

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Article from bloglovin

If nothing else I make sure of the dirty feet, messy hair and sparkling eyes.

Join me in having dirty feet today and look for the joy in life. Turn off the telly and radio. Back away from that newspaper and leave the gloomers and doomers to their own misery. Yes, the world is going mad… in parts; but, there are some good things out there.

And I’m off to find them, in my usual messy way…coming?

Carpet of water lilies by Dorne
Carpet of water lilies by Dorne

Thanks for dropping by.

Dorne x

 

 

See the beauty: the sun doesn’t need to always shine.

WP_20160412_16_43_50_Pro_edited trees 9Just checking in with some images I got the other day, whilst out walking my faithful greyhound,

It was a grey day and the heavens had opened…on my poor hubby on his mobility scooter!

But afterwards, there was a wonderful light. So I took some pictures.

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That’s it for now.

I apologize for being rather absent from here of lately. I will try to keep up: famous last words!

Thanks for stopping by.

Dorne x

Chilled out ironing.

 

I have a monster of an ironing pile to work my way through. So, I’m going to drink Earl Grey tea, kick off my shoes and listen to some chill out music, whilst I iron out those creases. (Why do we do this? We stuff them in the wardrobe, they get creased up again and we’re back at the ironing board? We can’t venture out looking creased! )

I’ve been hunting for suitable chill out music and have come across this. I reckon it’s too beautiful not to share.

Do you have any ironing to do? Why not join me and listen to /watch this? The ironing won’t get done, will it? Because there are plenty more like this : which just have to be watched. Oh dear!

Thanks for dropping by and have a great Sunday, ironing or otherwise.

Until the next time.

Dorne x

My autumn: a video, music and me just playing.

Sometimes I like to just play around… it’s good for the soul: and this blog is all about the inner child.

I love autumn… in all of its glory.

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The mist, sunrises, sunsets, early frosts, the coming and going of birds, the dramatic animal shows and of course nature’s spectacular splash of colour.

I may be called Dorne and yes, it is pronounced dawn, but, I am not a true morning person. So, some of these shots are absolute miracles, as they were taken at dawn.

Here’s a short video, with an original track I’ve put together. I don’t think Mr Speilberg has anything to worry about!

Hope you enjoy and thanks for taking the time to drop by here.

Until the next time.

Dorne x

Sculptures in Aberfoyle: a tribute to former crofting communities.

Found on collacubed.com
Found on collacubed.com

On my latest trawl of the internet to find interesting art installations I found this. On his website, Scottish sculptor  Rob Mulholland has this to say about his amazing sculptures at the David Marshall Lodge, Aberfoyle, Scotland click here for more information.

 

“Scottish sculptor Rob Mulholland has created a ghostly art installation in the woodland walk at the David Marshall Lodge in Scotland titled Vestige. Originally intended to be temporary, the six mirrored life-size silhouettes (three men and three women) have been so popular that they are now to become a permanent fixture in the previously inhabited woodlands. Mulholland’s idea behind the installation seems twofold: 1) to create a vestige of the people who once occupied the land until following World War I, when they were re-located while forests were planted to generate timber and; 2) to make people ‘reflect’ upon man’s impact on the nature.

The almost imperceptible sculptures camouflaged by their surroundings have an eerie quality that has been compared by many to the predator in the 1980s film of the same name that seamlessly blends into its surroundings.”

He has also made a short video to give you a taster of his work and how it sits in the beautiful landscape.

I haven’t seen this installation in person, but certainly from the beautiful images, which first caught my attention and the beautifully shot video ( along with one of my favourite songs) I would certainly visit, if I got the chance.

I think it’s a fitting way to honour the former communities of this part of the forests and woodlands, that were displaced by the First World War and the need for fast growing timber.

Certainly to me, the sculptures come across as glassy ghosts that still inhabit the remains of their well-loved crofts and settlements in the forests.

I can almost imagine myself crunching through the undergrowth of the forest, taking in the heady scent of the pine and other trees; and suddenly encountering a transparent ghost. I’d feel the cold, glassy surface and look at the world beyond, or behind: through the ghostly, silent figure. (Whether it be on to a summer’s, lush forest, an autumnal flash of amazing colour, a slowly – waking spring vision, or a bed of beautiful, pure snow.) A figure that haunts its former home and connected with it so much, that it is content to remain. A reminder of what once was and how man lived in this landscape.

 

I hope you enjoyed exploring these sculptures as much as I did and thanks for stopping by here.

Until the next time.

Dorne x