Patrick Limb
@patchlimb
Half-English, half-French, half-Scots KC @ropewalklaw. Completing biography of Capt FC Dietrichsen. Learning how to handle the Northumberland Small Pipes.
Went to this last year - looks like I best get down to ‘Making Waves’ before the end of August!
Sam Neill was a star turn in the lesser known ‘Dean Spanley’- great film. Hope he rests in peace.
Perhaps algorithms are a force for good! The new staple diet for me seems to be Hockney clips. And they are wonderful.
Allison wanted a small Landie for her big birthday. Not sure she counted on it coming in 2,336 pieces
When the peonies bloomed, It seemed as though were No flowers around them. – Kiitsu
“They were careless people, Tom and Daisy- they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Part of a series of four stained glass panels representing the four seasons designed by William Morris for the inglenook fireplace in the Dining Room at Cragside, Northumberland and made in 1873. Saw them at the weekend - the other three are here, though I botched my snap of Winter:
“Because freedom, I am told, is nothing but the distance between the hunter and it’s prey.” - Ocean Vuong, ‘On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous’
“I’ll let you into a secret: when times are confusing, everybody is a little lost. No one is an inwardly confident as they present themselves to be. Hence the reason we must read, my boy. Books, like paper lanterns, provide us with a light amidst the fog” - Elif Shafak ‘There are Rivers in the Sky’
Now the hot winds blows The first lotus blossoms bright - ‘Young hawk learn to fly’ #MicroSeasons #Haiku
It’s a geologically rich area - loved these Sandstone cliffs, and this Carboniferous amphitheatre close by the House. And good on the seabirds too. It’s as Scottish round here as England gets! You and Paul should visit.
Three! “And that’s how I came to the edge of the pond: black and empty except for a spindle of bleached reeds at the far shore which, as I looked, wrinkled suddenly into three egrets – a shower of white fire!” - Mary Oliver, from ‘Egrets’ (Image: Jessie Arms Botke (1883-1971))