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The Lovely Lady & The Buzzy Bee

This is a Lovely Lady.

Haze eating cheese scone 2 April 21st 2018

She called a Hazel.

This is a buzzy Bee

Mason bee April 21st 2018

It called a Mason.

The Hazel and The Mason decided to have a little chat.

Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet

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Snow Sunday

The “Beast from the East” is back. Not being quite as beastly as it was a couple of weeks ago.

I opened the kitchen window this morning to a snowed in world again.

Snow Sunday March 18th 2018

Thro the open living room window flake-awake snow flew flurries straight onto my face.

Snow Sunday 5 March 18th 2018

Up in the silver birch were 12 stoical starlings (and a couple of other smaller birds)

Snow Sunday 6 March 18th 2018

I took some vids of the starlings chatter chittering away together (will look at them later to see if a little film might be possible)

In the afternoon I’m walking out the backend of Buckfastleigh on the lane towards Hapstead, with soft swirls of snow still falling, finessing, and filigreeing the trees and bushes.

Snow Sunday 2 March 18th 2018

Oodles of freshly laid snow powder puffing the hedgerows.

Snow Sunday 3 March 18th 2018

The snow reforming everywhere near and far into re-enchantments of light white.

Snow Sunday 4 March 18th 2018

First Day of Spring

It’s officially the First Day of Spring today.

Unofficially, and actually, its the Worst Day of Winter (coldest 1st day of March since records began apparently)

A Rare Event in Buckfastleigh: Snowing (enough to make snowballs with and go sledging on).

Buckfaststein 2 March 2018

The snow blowing in on the back of The Beast from the East.

A slow snow falling frosting fast across the rooftops.

Buckfaststein March 2018

The snow turning the town into a Tyrolian village (well, looked at from a suitable distance away it does)

Snowy Buckie 3

Dreary Buckfastleigh transformed into bleary beautiful Buckfaststein.

The drab town centre car park given a magical make-over.

Snowy Buckie 1

None of those cars, or any car, would be moving tonight. The temperature, like it’s done all week, would be plummeting down towards minus 5.

This is the centre of town at about 5pm this evening.

Snowy Buckie 2

Looking pristine. And as pure….. as the driven snow.

The Steps of Brixham

From early childhood to the 1960’s, either to get to school, or visit my Gran’s house, meet with friends or get to the heaths and beaches at Fishcombe, I and my family had to climb the many, many steps and hills on this side of Brixham.

And there are a lot of very steep flights of steps, plus several long winding steep hills, to reach the hidden roads and old houses that link the town and harbour together.

My Dad worked at Upham’s Yard, close to Berryhead road. He took me with him often, on Saturday mornings, when he worked half days. I watched the men use the old hand tools such as Adze and saws, or caulking the planks , watching rope being made, and many other crafts used in the building of the ship “Mayflower 11” .

Having just re-visited Brixham, and made the effort to climb most of these steps, I am amazed just how many times we must have skipped, ran and jumped up and down these incredibly ancient ways that make up a large part of the Town I knew and loved.

Words: Hazel Brown; Vid: Ian Nisbet

The Cat Can Wait

This is one – a vid – I made earlier (about 3 years ago)

It’s about time it got blogged.

A rather long vid of cut up cats relentlessly waiting to, or mercilessly about to, pounce on their dinner.

With Keith Jarrett relentlessly pouncing and pounding away from behind as rhythmical accompaniment.

Vid: Ian Nisbet; Music: Keith Jarrett

PS (or SOS): It’s probably best not to know, or see, what happened to that helpless calf at the end. I don’t (and didn’t)

Bye for Now!

Bye for now!

As your last smiled-kissing lips, sighing body fusses
To leave the house in fast-flustered— missing buses,
Echoes of those last- passing paths of unsaid words declare…..?
To drift… On the air and fall on un-made bed and chair.

I gather up cup and plate, taking time to contemplate
Our loving, coupling-lip-kissing Sunday to Friday date
And know, now, over time, your body has woven into mine
With fine spun threads of spit and twine…..a Chrysalis

Wound ’round an energy as divine as joy, with blisses
Unbounded. Our bodies bond in liquid spiralling kisses
spinning us up! And out—-around, around and around!
Each golden chakra full- filled, flung upward without sound!

Into a white-bright…white-light of breathless Peace!

– Hazel Brown 19 Feb 2017