My recurring dreams are usually about exam taking or rowing, presumably from having done too much of both in my youth. In this particular dream, I was sitting behind James in the middle "powerhouse" part of the boat. Twice we raced and beat the Master's boat. And then we had lunch in the sun.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
The ancestral home did, however, need some repair. Luckily no one fell off the roof so Pop was able to celebrate his 80th birthday the next day in style. Is the key to a long life, perhaps, climbing on the roof only when it isn't raining? We have often marvelled at the number of typhoon deaths in Japan that are the result of pensioners wandering out on their roofs in the height of the storm.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Over the last decade the British public have finally accepted the essential nature of chocolate in the diet, and almost all breakfast cereals are now fortified with vitamins, minerals and chocolatey goodness.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
The more arches the better but huge and decorated gets extra points.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
This flower was striking with its bright pink colour, but I have no idea what kind of flower it is.
[Clare College Fellows' Garden, Cambridge]
Friday, September 17, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
[Photo taken in Clare Fellows' Garden]
Friday, September 10, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Last night I exorcised my dining rites at Corpus. I took my husband with me, and luckily, this time he did not commit any politically incorrect faux pas. We discovered another dramatic change in British culture. During the long evening drinking bottle after bottle of fortified wines, we found that cigars we not available. Instead we were offered snuff. Yes. Really. Snuff! ..and I'd thought it was only Japan that was culturally still in the 18th century.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
The ghost of commerce past.
Actually I thought Ayr was looking a lot happier than when we last visited 1.75 years ago. Back then there was the depression of almost every shop being in a state of closing down bankruptcy. The still open cafes served recession specials and the remaining shops had special recession deals. Now all that has gone and one notices more the signs of carpentry indicating new shops about to open.
This street down by the harbour though was another story... I think only one establishment was still in business, and it was closing down.
I've not noticed recession elsewhere - not in Glasgow 1.75 years ago, nor Cambridge now. Glasgow is far shinier than it ever was and Cambridge about the same, although the roads are busier.
The house prices everywhere are unbelievably enormous. Clearly, when we retire, we will all go and live with our parents.
Monday, September 6, 2010
More cultural change over the last decade. Horrible dog shit replaced by horrible signs.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Ayr beach again. One way in which Scotland is superior to Japan is that when the sun does eventually shine the light quality is never far from "Golden Hour".
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Mother-in-Law is very proud of the herd of these purple flowers that she nurtures in pots in her tropical Scottish garden. Luckily she did not excommunicate me from the clan when I asked if they weren't a kind of onion and mentioned that they grow as weeds in Japan.