Birds in the Morning Mist – A New Oil Painting

It’s been a good day. Pleasurable shopping with Mum in the morning, while the sun was shining and the sky was a picturesque blue and white; and painting in shades of blue and white in my studio all afternoon.

Here are some before and after photographs of my new oil painting – notice the addition of birds and sparkles of light on the surface of the water. You may recognise the spot from previous photographs on my blog; it’s the River Teign as seen through the eyes of an artist (I hasten to add that at some point I leave the photograph behind and let the painting have the life, and colour, it dictates).

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The Baby Rig Takes a Few Steps

There was a bit of excitement out on the terrace this morning when we all noticed that the smaller rig was on the move… towards us. Pretty soon the smaller rig will be right in front of our house and we’ll be able to wake up and wave to the men in orange from our bedroom.

Spot the Lizard

No, the lizard isn’t called Spot, as you will realise when you read the ensuing email. It came in from Roly Attenborough, our ‘Birdman’ and all-round naturalist (not to be confused with ‘naturist’) friend from Brisbane…

Just thought this might make a good quiz for your loyal blog followers. In this picture there is one of my lizards in the tree, can you spot Larry? Or should I say Larissa for it is a female. Women always hide and shy away, well some do!

Now how (not ‘how now’) does Roly know that the lizard is female? I think she should be called Twiggy or Cate Branchett.

 

A Sparkling Clear Light on the River

The day was yesterday. The river was the River Teign, where it runs by the Passage House Inn at Newton Abbot (and where Chris reads my blogs to my dear old mum who is nearly blind). The sheep were in the fields on the Newton Abbot road. The glorious sunshine and the high clouds created a clarity perfect for photography. Unfortunately, I didn’t have my good camera on me – these shots were taken on my trusty little ‘unsmart’ mobile.

A Water-Berth

There has been great activity on the sea at Dawlish in the last month. A large section of the sea wall is still closed while repair and construction work continues, thus many people may be unaware of all the comings and goings; we, on the other hand, have a balcony view of the proceedings, which is why I can bring you the good news – the big rig gave berth successfully to a baby rig on the 12th January! Ever since then there has been even more toing and froing across the bay – a little one always brings interest.

This morning – thirteen days on –  four eager well-wishers came visiting in their canoes.

Chris took photographs of the happy event and some of the comings and goings.

 

 

 

A Load of Bull (Two Jokes)

Thank you yet again Roland!

Two Sexy Bulls
    A young and an old bull on a hill in the meadow were standing surveying the landscape around them.
     The young bull spies a herd of heifers and says to the old bull “Look at that herd down there? Let’s run down and make love to a couple of them?
      The old bull looks up and says, “I think we’ll walk down and make love to the lot of ’em?”
Three Questions 
Three nuns that had died within hours of each other all went to heaven at the same time.
At the pearly gates they were met by St Peter. Clustered around the gates was a series of bells and lights. St Peter informed the nuns that he had to ask each of them a question, which had to be answered correctly, before he could let them through.
        St Peter: What were the names of the two people in the garden of Eden.
        1st nun: Adam and Eve.
The lights flashed, the bells rang and in she went through the pearly gates.
         St Peter: What did Adam eat from the forbidden tree.
         2nd nun: An apple!
The lights flashed, the bells rang and in she went through the pearly gates.
         St Peter: What was the first thing Eve said to Adam.
The nun thought long and hard before answering…
         3rd nun:  “Gosh that’s a hard one?
The lights flashed, the bells rang and in she went through the pearly gates !!!!

End of Shift at Sunrise

So spectacular was the dawn this morning that the men in orange, at the end of their shift, stood in awe of the beauty before them. Barefoot, I crept down to our garden from where I could catch a better shot of them on my mobile camera. One of them turned and glanced my way but I pretended not to notice and scampered back across the grass to the steps. I hope they didn’t think I was a private detective… dressed in pajamas!

Collectors We…

Not many people nowadays will know of the poet William Barnes, one of my ancestors (three generations ahead of my maternal grandfather), unless perhaps you belong to the William Barnes Society; or maybe you frequent English country dances and quite by chance, hear folksingers singing the words of Barnes’ poems put to music (as happened to me once).  Born in 1801, he was a contemporary of Thomas Hardy and could well have become famous as one of England’s greatest poets had he not had a thing about writing in the Dorset dialect. Fluent in many languages, including classical Greek and Latin, my philologist forebear wrote mainly in simple English (without Greek or Latin roots) in order to keep alive the purity of the English language, especially the Dorset dialect… thus ensuring, sadly, that his works have fallen into obscurity.

There has been some discrepancy as to the number of languages that William Barnes studied: I once read in an article that William Barnes was well versed, if not fluent, in seventy-eight languages (although I can no longer find the source); whereas my mother believed the number to be even greater – such is the power of ‘word of mouth’ handed down through one hundred and forty years. I can’t name half that amount. A cursory check on several websites was inconclusive as to the exact figure.

Last night my husband Chris likened me to my famous long-gone relative (no, nothing to do with my nose). You may remember that I’ve become a bit of a vexillologist (a flag collector) of late, since I became intrigued by the little flags that come up on my website stats to indicate the many different countries from whence my visitors hail. At the time I was adding the flags of Greece and Hong Kong to my growing collection…

“Darling, would you believe I now have fifty flags?” I asked gleefully.

“Goodness,” said Chris feigning interest, “soon you’ll have nearly as many flags as William Barnes had languages!”

 

Click on the youtube link below to watch and listen to William Barnes reading one of his poems of rural life.

 

 

William Barnes ‘The Humstrum” Poem animation Dorset dialect

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Heres a virtual movie of William Barnes (1801 – 1886) Reading one of his rural Dialect poems from his home county of Doset southwest England. The poem was written around 1863

Biography of William Barnes

William Barnes was born at Blackmoor Vale in Dorset, the son of a farmer. He took a Bachelor of Divinity degree on a part-time basis at St. John’s College, Cambridge, and became a clergyman in 1848. The poems he wrote about his birthplace on themes such as love, natural landscape and regional life brought him a lot of public acclaim. But he also had many other interests, especially languages. Apart from the classical languages, he also learned Welsh, Hindustani, Persian, Hebrew and a handful of European languages. His great interest in different kinds of knowledge made him write on different subjects such as mathematics, astronomy and geography. His real talent, however, lay in exploiting his poetic gift in the writing of folklore, thus setting the stage for people like Thomas Hardy.

 

Devonshire Dumplings

“What is a Devonshire (or Devon) dumpling?” you may be asking yourself. It is the name of a pub and restaurant in Torquay, and another pub near Crediton in Mid Devon; also, the name of an online trip adviser; it’s even the name given to a special type of yeasty bun (recipe at end). But none of the aforementioned is what I think of when I hear the term “Devon dumpling”.

I associate it with the Urban Dictionary defintiion:

Devon Dumpling. A member of an ethnic race of subnormal intelligence. A Devonian. “I’m a Devonian born and bred, strong in the arm and thick in the head”

Well, the Urban Dictionary may have taken it a bit far – one might think they were referring to the inhabitants of the Devonian Period in Earth’s history (over 3 million years ago), in which case a true Devonian would have been a fish! However, the latter part of their definition is about right. Of course, a modern Devonian is likely to laugh as he proclaims proudly, “I’m a Devonian born and bred, strong in the arm and thick in the head”, but if you said it first he could well show you the strength of his arm. The term is often used lovingly by newcomers to Devon when they find their Devonshire cousins a tad slow to comprehend something.

For your information, I’m not a Devonshire dumpling (although my dad was born in Devon and I hope I’m still tall enough not to be called dumpy); I’m not any kind of dumpling, hopefully. So why am I writing about Devonshire dumplings?

A little earlier I replied to some of the comments that had come in on my blog. As usual, I removed my email address and had started to write an “S” for Sally when a window dropped down with a choice of names beginning with S. I had to laugh… the third option on the list was “Sue Ett-Dumpling”!

 

 

Devonshire Dumplings

KatieKatie Jamieson

 


Servings:
Makes 12

Ingredients

  • 450g plain flour
  • 15g yeast
  • 275ml warm milk
  • 50g castor sugar
  • 50g butter
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 275ml whipped cream
  • 350g strawberry jam

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Directions

  • 11) Warm a large bowl
  • 22) Melt butter and let cool
  • 33) Stir sugar into warm milk until dissolved
  • 44) Mix yeast in small bowl with 3 tsp sweetened milk, leave in a warm place until it froths (5 mins)
  • 55) Put flour in warm bowl (make well in centre) and sprinkle salt around the edge
  • 66) Pour in yeast, milk and melted butter and mix well into a soft dough
  • 77) Allow to rest for 4-5mins, then knead till soft and elastic. Put back in bowl and cover with damp cloth and glad wrap. Allow to double in size (approx 1h)
  • 88) Heat oven to 220 degrees Celsius
  • 99) Knock down kneading well and cut into 12 pieces
  • 1010) Shape and knead to round buns, place on floured and greased baking sheet. Allow to rise again for 15mins in warm place
  • 1111) Cook in oven for 15-20mins and allow to cool on a rack
  • 1212) Cut buns diagonally (top to bottom) without going all the way through
  • 1313) Spread jam and cream on opposite sides thickly
  • 1414) Dust with icing sugar

The Agony and the Ecstasy (A Joke)

I thought this was funny so I pinched it from Facebook (thanks David!).

He was in ecstasy with a huge smile on his face as his wife moved
forward, then backwards, forward, then backwards again, back and
forth, back and forth……..in and out…in and out.
Her heart was pounding…her face was flushed…then she moaned,
softly at first, then began to groan louder. Finally, totally
exhausted, she let out an almighty scream and shouted:


“OK, OK! I CAN’T park the blasted car! You do it, you SMUG swine!”