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What makes you feel nostalgic?

My favourite, yet random, images give me nostalgia and great joy. For this last blog of the year I gave myself fifteen minutes to find favourite photos from my phone archive. Some of them are serendipitous and conform to the December theme of #celebrating serendipity. Many of them have appeared in older blogs and some have never seen the light of day before. Some give me hope when I hit artists/writers block.

Here they are in no particular order.

Beach huts are a huge inspiration to me. I have actually only ever been in one once. I am an admirer not an inhabiter.

I love a sunbeam, this one landed on my mother-in-law when we were having afternoon tea.

Firestone Bay in purple mood. One normal photo and one editing error which I love because I don’t understand it.

The picture below has possibly never seen the light of day before but there is a link to my most significant art moment.

Using mixed media I tried to depict my mother and her friends in the 1960’s when they were busy young women setting up clinics to provide women with Contraceptives and specific women’s health needs.

I depicted their story on a pillow that was exhibited at Tate Modern in London.

It would not be @theoldmortuary blog without Hugo and Lola. Hugo looking every inch the smoking matinee idol with a dog chew and Lola in her dark chocolate puppy phase before she faded to beige.

Another perennial blog subject is coffee and this homage to stove top coffee was found in Cuba.

I love a complicated image and this glass and concrete shot is a favourite.

Words too give me inspiration. The seasonal cuteness of an alley near my workplace in Marylebone.

P.s I just found a link to the history of Grotto Passage.

The Weird And Wonderful History Of Grotto Passage

A visual pun or two.

And something that reflects my love of books.

My random paintings that are not commercial in any way but that give me a kick up the arse when I falter.

Including one that has serendipity all over it. I did a watercolour of Mussel shells and my granddaughter dropped actual shells on it.

Other shells also thrill me.

I always love the potential of somewhere interesting to sit.

I love simple acts of remembrance. Sunflowers wrapped in newspaper in a Spanish church.

And finally and fittingly for the end of a blog at the end of the year. Starting out to sea and pondering the future. Dungeness in Kent.

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The one that got away. This house was in a fund raising Lottery recently. We didn’t win it, but we could have made ourselves very comfortable overlooking our favourite riverside town of Fowey.

https://omaze.co.uk/blogs/news/take-a-tour-of-the-cornwall-house

We had a wedding party in Fowey 7 years ago. Such fun was had with a dressing up box.

It gives us an excuse to visit Fowey every Twixtmas. Not that excuses are needed for a favourite place.

Oh the serendipity of creating a picture grid when I can follow it with one of my favourite windows in all of the world. Crumpled by age it reflects the small world around it in many different angles. A picture grid created by the serendipity of time.

Other windows were also available.

And a hidden glimpse of daylight.

And a cute door with festive embellishments.

We have been visiting Fowey forever, 3 or 4 times a year, and always out of the busy tourist season. Each visit can be bittersweet as businesses that we love close or go on-line. This visit we mourned the loss of Pinky Murphy’s. A fabulous cafe, that was always our first stop on any visit. These pictures were easily taken more than ten years ago.

A truly eclectic former sail loft. A sail loft that holds so many happy friends and family memories, I could burst with happiness at recollecting moments from every visit. Even the one with a monumental hangover. Honestly it really was something I had eaten!

But change happens and yesterday we visited this new business, in a different location, and had a fabulous coffee.

A restaurant that was previously dog averse has changed their canine policy and we had a seafood lunch, with two sleeping dogs at our feet. Perfection, I would say.

Restaurant & Cocktail Bar
Restaurant & Cocktail Bar

Two seagulls were basking in the winter sun while we ate.

We spent a lot of time browsing and buying in some of our favourite shops. I found this gorgeous, but not for sale, arrangement of dried palm leaves in one.

A fine way to spend a Twixtmas day.

Time to drive off into the sunset.

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#celebratingserendipity. Some time ago I was given a topic to weave into a blog. I just had to wait for my moment. Here we are in mid-Twixmas and this prompt just landed in my lap

If you started a sports team, what would the colors and mascot be?

If I started a sports team I would adopt the colours of Dulwich Hamlet Football Club, my local team in London.

The beautiful heart of this club changes many of the awkward things that occur around football.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dulwich_Hamlet_F.C

https://www.pitchero.com/clubs/dulwichhamlet

I have never seen a club mascot but given that their supporters are called the pepperarmy1893 I think that may be a good thing.

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Nobody needs a sausage as a mascot, especially near armistice day. Sports mascots showing a mark of respect with a minute’s silence have become an Instagram and X regular feature around the 11th of November.

So my sports club would have the colours and heart of Dulwich Hamlet.

And my mascot would be the beautiful Bourkes Parakeet.

So much more able to show respect than a giant sausage. And no awkward photographs.

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On reflection

We are in the quiet mid-point of a festive season that for the first time ever features 3 granddaughters. So it is a Christmas like no other. Now children do say the cutest things but this blog is not for that kind of stuff . How do first time Christmas Nana’s and Nona’s cope providing all the familiar family traditions in a way that also accommodates the needs of small people. Compromise, flexibility and infinte knowledge.

Our key success points have been a willingness to pretend to breast feed a tiger who was running out of energy.

Our real world knowledge of anatomy as applied to a Unicorn with a flattened horn.

Our ability to sing Stranger on the Shore a 1961 tune played on a Clarinet by Mr Acker Bilk.

Unusual but essential Super Powers for the festive season.

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Boxing Day is a holiday celebrated after Christmas Day, occurring on the second day of Christmastide (26 December).[1] Though it originated as a holiday to give gifts to people in need, today Boxing Day forms part of Christmas celebrations, with many people choosing to take advantage of Boxing Day sales. It originated in the United Kingdom and is celebrated in several Commonwealth nations. The attached bank holiday or public holiday may take place on 28 December if necessary to ensure it falls on a weekday. Boxing Day is also concurrent with the Christian festival Saint Stephen’s Day.

Our Boxing Day is a day for walking, eating, and relaxing with many of the people that we spent Christmas day with.

The weather was kind and our ferry crossing to Mount Edgecumbe was smooth.

Nature was beginning to show the buds of new beginnings.

After a few hours of rambling we returned home to enjoy the traditional delights of eating left-over food. All the pleasures of the previous day’s food with none of the work. Four of our Christmas guests are beginning their journeys home and those of us that are left, hunker down to play board games and start our Christmas books.

Our evening dog walk has all the twinkle of a December night but the bars and restaurants are no longer thrumming with excited humans. We have the space to ourselves.

Christmas 2023 is slipping away, making space for other celebrations and a New Year.

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What is the texture of Christmas?

Once grief plays a part in Christmas it is a bittersweet gathering where absences are as much a part of the festivities as are the real world participants. The trick to making those sadnesses more bearable is to see them for what they are, a deep reflection of love that has been lost. Then those memories can sit more comfortably with the messy, overwhelming, joyous, communal event that this Christmas is.

Christmas was celebrated in our home with four families gathering from different parts of the world. Small cousins squeezed together in a hallway when normally thousands of miles separate them.

There will always be thousands of miles between some of our family members but they make their presence felt in different ways.

Merry Christmas.

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Merry Christmas blogreaders. We have celebrated our first Polish Christmas on the 24 th and are, I suppose,well-established seasonal over-eaters one day earlier than is normal. So many calories so little time. The last wrapping is done and the vegetables for the next big meal are prepped and ready to rumble. Pigs need wrapping in blankets. Let’s see where the day takes us.

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I used to travel the tube often enough that ‘ Poems on the underground’ were a daily treat. Now I am an infrequent ‘tuber’ any underground poem is a treat.

Not every featured poem hooks me in but this one was rather marvelous.

The poems change monthly and I only discovered today that there is a website where you can read the poems that have been chosen for the current month.

https://tfl.gov.uk/corporate/about-tfl/culture-and-heritage/poems-on-the-underground

Poems on the Underground was launched in 1986, following an idea from the American writer Judith Chernaik, to bring poetry to a wider audience.

Discovering this website is a small pre-Christmas gift to myself. Certainly serendipitous. You may be seeing more poetry in these blogs. I am hopelessly lazy about reading and enjoying poetry since I left London.  My daily commute made me complacent that poetry would just drop into my lap more or less daily. I realised today what I have been missing.

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Unexpected twinkle. Yesterday I took the car for a thorough wash and brush up. I realise that sometimes celebrating serendipity is perhaps a little improbable but this little diamond heart was laying on the floor of the garage where the hand-wash men work their magic.

Blogging requires me to use a tracking system for my photos so I have a level of proof of my serendipitous finds.

Car cleaning was predicted to take an hour so the dogs and I went for a wander in the backstreets nearby. Somewhat unkindly I looked at this building and thought that there was not much chance of this particular Phoenix rising any time soon.

Only to discover that this Phoenix had led quite a fabulous life in the past.

Not only fabulous but curiously thought provoking . It’s one thing to be a good skater capable of winning competitions but getting the prize home, a live chicken or pig, would seriously impede celebration.

Until yesterday I was unaware Plymouth was an International Mecca for roller skating. My local district, Stonehouse had 3 rinks. 9 in total for the city of Plymouth. Books have been written about it.

Link below to more info.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/devon/content/articles/2008/11/13/plymouth_skating_feature.shtml#:~:text=And%20it%20planted%20the%20seed,the%20time%20to%20write%20it.%22

Rather an interesting hour while my car was getting twinkly.

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And so the December  days get shorter and darker but the white cows have gotten a whole lot brighter. These cows are a nod to the original function  of the area of the Royal William Yard where they can be found. Historically cows were delivered here to be slaughtered  and then packed onto Royal Navy Ships. The dogs are thrilled that the cows are unbelievable colours, so much less scary. Before the curious cows cropped up, this blog was going to be about the comforting colours that can be found in an open fire. I could not have predicted cows in shades of pink and orange. I am ignoring the green one. I searched for old photos that made me feel warm, just by looking at them. I hope they make you feel snug. Apart from the green cow of course.

This pink and orange was at a festival in Hong Kong.

This shot was a pocket image when I was wearing orange linen.

These are feathers I found at Borough Market and the one below is an abstract painting of Plymouth Barbican in the festive season.

And the red monks below were walking in a park in Seoul.

The vivid wall below was at Tate Modern a few years ago.

And finally Tulips .

Below, the cows in less gaudy times.