#807 theoldmortuary ponders.

Describe your most ideal day from beginning to end.

An ideal day cannot be predictably planned and is perhaps only recognisable as ideal once it has come to an end. Because I was involved in doing Bloganuary many of my ideal days went unmarked because they did not fit with the Bloganuary prompts. There were many days that would be considered to be ideal in January especially as the sun came out a lot more than usual.

Sometimes the tide was just perfect too. Or the light was in just the right place to catch a wave.

On one occasion some Pilchard Street Art popped up.

In very similar colours to some doughnuts I had just seen.

By superimposing those two images I created the header image of this blog.

An ideal day is harder to categorise than I could possibly describe.

#799 theoldmortuary ponders.

What would you do if you won the lottery?

Maybe I would take up playing the nose flute.  There is no sense of scale to this question which makes it imponderable. A £10 win would barely register, a win of millions would be life altering and probably not just for me. Neither would make me any better at playing the nose flute.

Which I suppose is the definition of something money can’t buy.

Wikipedia and Google are available should you feel the urge to investigate nose flutes. The nose flautist in the picture is on my current regular dog walk. I am rather charmed by him but not perhaps his choice of music making.

I have learned that regular mouth flautists have a range of extended techniques. One of which sounds fascinating. Flutter tonguing. A nose flautist has no such entertaining conversation points or indeed techniques to practice. Most of us being incapable of eliciting so much as a tremble from our nostrils.

Would you ever buy a second-hand nose flute?

I realise I have used a possible extended flautist technique to answer a prompt that seems pointlessly unanswerable.