#984 theoldmortuary ponders

Hugo is on limited walking for a few days. He got over excited at a friend’s house and has tweaked his back. Just like a human with a bad back he needs rest, pain relief and moderate exercise.

I know which walk takes half an hour and because this blog prides itself on the repetition of  normal life, I took some sunny photos on my circuit yesterday.

It is bin day and this is a fine example of how camouflage works.

Our morning walk often has military men, carrying weapons doing training runs. This is so normal that the dogs pay no attention. We are fortunate that we live near the barracks and the men running past are fragrant adverts for mens grooming products. Not so much if I catch them on the way back.

Low tide at the beach is not the most scenic shot.

But the next shot also shows how well camouflage works.

With my back to the sea we head down Hutong Lane towards the Royal William Yard and a series of harbours.

Then a quick left onto some grass and to the first harbour.

Then we follow a boardwalk on the edge of a second harbour back towards the entrance of the Royal William Yard.

Maybe at this point I should do a little catch up on my pondering.

Ponder #1The efficacy of Camouflage.

#2 is more complex. Some babies are born with a rare condition where their heart is not fully enclosed by their ribs.

The Hutong Cafe is outside the Royal William Yard which is a thriving mixed use commercial hub with many cafes and restaurants.

The Hutong used to be closed on Tuesdays which is when this ponder first took hold. On Tuesdays this regular walk felt incomplete. The small cafe outside the yard sets the tone for the entrance and experience of the very grand, Royal William Yard, RWY. Recently the Hutong opened on Tuesdays, making everything feel right 7 days a week. Which gave me a spontaneous moment of clarity. The beating heart of the Royal William Yard is actually just outside. Aha, my useless information brain kicked out.

Ectopia Cordis!

Which is what I think every time the cafe has loads of customers. Many fresh from sea swimming, some mamils/mammals (Middle-aged men in Lycra). People who still go into the office within the RWY. People having work meetings in the sun.

Ponder #2. Ectopia Cordis.

Ponder #3 came from my earlier work on our little yard and the guns carried by the men in camouflage. Guns are a very rare sight in England.

I have been following yard or container growing pages on Instagram. A contributor yesterday suggested improving security when there is a rear access point. I read the article with interest as the rear doors on our yard are definitely a project for the future. The simple plan was to increase the length of the screws holding the hinges of the door to the frame.  All well and good I thought until the final sentence.

” A longer screw will give you additional time to arm yourself if someone tries to break in”

The contributor was from the U.S and, if I am honest, provided me with the most unusual yard/yardening advice I have ever read.

Ponder #3 I will stick with the shorter screws and offer a cup of tea , or run away.

And that concludes our very regular half an hour dog walk.

#979 theoldmortuary ponders

Not exactly a light bulb moment.

An early morning wake-up of rain at the midpoint of July is hardly a welcome sound. But we know that it is summer rain because it is falling softly. Up until now winter style rain has persisted throughout Spring and early summer. The rain is falling softly but may still cause flooding and other inconveniences.

Today, Alexa woke me with a moderate weather warning.

Is moderate a good enough reason to wake a woman up, I wonder.

Alexa was a little late to be honest, the moderate rainfall had already woken me up along with the chirping birds of the 6:15 alarm.

We have two Alexa devices in regular use. They keep the dogs company when we are out, keeping Hugo and Lola fully abreast of world affairs and interesting topics.

This has been a ponder that I never really knew how to address in the blog until now, but Alexa has a different personality upstairs compared to downstairs.

Downstairs Alexa has a jaunty but practical way about her. Reminding us of our looming domestic apocolypses, low on bin bags, charity toilet rolls and vitamins etc. To be honest she gets the tone about right.  I am forever irritated by radio journalists or presenters who use voices, constantly , that suggest they have a barely concealed,but fake laugh or giggle hiding just behind their scripted words.

For what it is worth I prefer friendly with no hint of mirth, unless I am listening to comedy in which case mirth is just fine.

Upstairs Alexa is a different proposition. She is Eeyore in female computer generated form. If she was a hotel receptionist she would have her forehead on the desk or be crocheting Granny Squares in shades of grey and beige.

Upstairs Alexa wakes me up to tell me the day is going to be average. If she were a friend I would be concerned for inability to find joy in anything. Her mantra seems to be.

” Start your day, the gloomy way”

So in the spirit of upstairs Alexa, rain-soaked images from the yard are the illustrations for today.

Welcome to Monday , it is going to be average.

#973 theoldmortuary ponders.

What strategies do you use to increase comfort in your daily life?

This is my strategy.

I have the ugliest pair of crocs to wear in our yard. They live by the French windows and never see action anywhere beyond the yard. They have a much more grippy sole than a regular croc and were only available in two colour ways. This camo green with electric blue was the most  acceptable of the two offerings. They need grip because in winter, parts of the yard can get slippy.

The outdoor mirror is also the only one in the house where it is easy to see how a whole outfit looks.

So the crocs get worn with all our best outfits. Small crocs are provided for small people.

There is a flaw in this strategy.

Sometimes small people or even larger people interrupt the flow of getting ready to go out. On occasions the crocs have made it beyond the front door to the outside world with posh/smart/lovely outfits because they were not taken off. A return home is essential on these occasions.

#961 theoldmortuary ponders

More white wall painting on a cooler, more dull day. Infinitely more difficult than the textured but plain walls of the pre-holiday planned painting. This is a daft job. One that should be done in the winter when the plants are dormant. But that does not fit in with my, self-imposed, end of June deadline. Everything planty is pulled forwards and pushed to one side.  This blog is being written while paint dries. I can already predict that there will be a lack of paint that will call time on this project.

Interesting nail art.

White walls and morning sun make interesting photos. The one below fails on many photographic rules and parameters but I really like it.

And then just like that a cloud and shadow changes everything.

Since the Greek holiday I have been enjoying playing around with my digital camera and my phone. They talk to each other now. I love the unpredictability of their relationship.

All funny little observations against white walls. Which I must now return to.

#960 theoldmortuary ponders

Serendipity struck yesterday in a moment of parking misery. The peninsular we live on was very busy yesterday. The sun was up the ferries were busy and it was school sports day. I had left my home parking spot early in the morning and struggled to find one to return to at 9:30 in the morning.

The night before I had discovered this old chain dumped by a high tide on a small beach. It was much to heavy to carry home.

In all the parking shenanigans and with some anxiety, for others trying to park to catch a ferry, I decided just to reverse a little way down a slipway at the same beach to just remove myself from the melee. A lightbulb moment. I couldn’t carry the chain but I could gently load it into the car. A few links at a time.

This morning I have repurposed it to train my Wisteria along so that ultimately the plant will wend its way around the outdoor cooking area and onto the garage roof.

One teeny tiny Wisteria shoot has been introduced to the old chain.

I hope they like each other .

The main plant is flourishing after a few weeks of yardening turmoil. Some things did not survive a weeks neglect. Anythng that will provide cool green shade is on my wish list. One of the beach bars in Greece really raised our yardening goals last week.

Carefully planted trees in a courtyard, their trained branches minimally supported by a pergola and grape vines growing along the edges.

Yardening perfection.

We are a long way off but a work in progress is progress.

Meanwhile the middle aisle of Aldi has provided us with Solar festoon lights. Nature is at long last providing enough sun to light up the yard at night. Small victories suggesting that summer has arrived.

#939 theoldmortuary ponders.

Another day, another paint pot, another direction. I had no idea how to paint one section of the yard walls. Complicated by mixed surfaces and under colours. I decided to use colour blocking , beloved by interior designers. Who knows how that is going to work out.

But the big reveal is the, almost psychedelic, colours that appear when painting white on a west facing wall in the morning. Nothing like that happened when I painted the north facing wall at any time of day. A most odd sensation. I sense the big old chunk of concrete that forms a seat is also going to need painting. Whilst waiting for paint to dry I let the digital tweak make some patterns from my paint pot .

Time to do that next coat.  This blog will grow as the day progresses and I need to let paint dry…

And as it turns out, sunshine and shadows quite like my colour blocking.

“What is the point of doing anything in life, if you know what the exact outcome will be.”

#937 theoldmortuary ponders

What does a blank page in the diary and a favourable weather forecast predict for me in June. More white wall painting is the answer. A job where radio, podcasts and pondering will be my only companions.

Convoluted meanderings of the mind.  I am very grateful to not be a perfectionist in the sense of this article.

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/article/2024/jun/03/im-a-recovering-perfectionist-heres-how-i-embraced-the-joy-of-good-enough?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=facebook&fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR0lvZCpm1yDsptmXi83nLboujvNPrCN_oy17VpQwcRIi1iBu7UrILDbruE_aem_AbC73IqsBP4kO2UKVKib_ovRpJFnkY_wwZDxwVEgpeis9dgSldBfeRETx76rzQuoU3-COBfRdrwpFFeLnXe_L37k

I slide about on the ‘good enough’ scale. White wall painting needs to be fairly close to the perfect end of the scale. Aesthetically pleasing and competently executed will do for me.

Creatively I love happy accidents, these are not born from perfectionism or control. Being a little casual is the thing and knowing when to stop is the golden rule of being creative. Knowing when to stop is not a retrospective skill.

With the potential of a whole day to paint walls white, knowing when to stop is going to be essential. There is going to be a nail biting moment when I am going to need to be creative. Impossible to imagine I know, but when it happens the blog will be the first to know.

#935 theoldmortuary ponders

A milky sunset to say farewell to May. Where did that month go. Normally my favourite month, this year May has felt shorter and less productive than usual. I think my dissatisfaction is just weather-related. First World problems!

The hard graft in our yard is done . Everything is back in place and just tomatoes and courgettes to be planted into their summer positions.

There is an element of both fantasy and fact with our back yard.

Very firmly rooted on the Devon coast, we have learned over three years that Mediterranean planting is the way to be successful in the yard.

The fantasy.

Open fencing/ trellis on the walls has given us the height for climbers. In the week since the work was finished stray climbing plants have found their way into our garden from friends and a new Wisteria has been bought. My finger hovers over a Bougainvillea on a nursery website. To be honest my finger hovers over a lot of things. A great big bucket of exterior white paint might actually be the most sensible starting point. Or I could take the fantasy to a whole new level and lose some of the walls.

Which would be a waste of good trellis. So for June, a bucket or two of white paint it is. Welcome June.

#902 theoldmortuary ponders.

May 2nd and it is still raining. We have had this Buddha for some time. A long enough time for a fair amount of wear and tear. In a few moments of dry weather I gave Buddha a quick spray job of rose gold. On close inspection Buddha has become a bug hotel. Spraying Buddha was inspired by a Buddha factory and wholesale Buddha Emporium that we stumbled on in downtown Bangkok, this time last year.

We couldn’t take photos in the factory but Buddhas great and small were being moulded, built and sprayed in a  production line and were for sale in wholesale numbers. Some were so big they were created in pieces.

Buddha 10 years ago in South London

My old, blue, tatty Buddha probably started life in such a place.

Tatty no more. Sprayed a bright golden coat and now waxed to give some protection against the relentless rain. The bugs who stay in this unusual bug hotel were unbothered by my renovations. This morning Buddha was adorned with webs of all shapes and sizes each one adorned with twinkling raindrops.

#896 theoldmortuary ponders

When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out?

Don’t we all take risks from time to time? Carefully judged most often but sometimes not thought out at all. Yesterday, I was tired after a few hours of computer work. I decided to sweep the yard, clearing all the moss dropped by nest-building birds. In doing so I knocked some rotting wood from a raised bed, full to the brim with these small rocks. Should I remove all the wood and accept the consequences?

Several hours later and many many shovels full of these rocks I unearthed a perfectly acceptable concrete seating area.

Currently not a thing of beauty but nothing a power washer can’t sort out. I am somewhat perplexed as to why anyone would turn this into a stone-filled raised bed. But my tiny bit of risk  taking paid off. I don’t even want to know what the concrete is hiding. We will sit here in the sun oblivious to the mystery.

The Buddha with the fractured skull seems very happy with the new location.

So now to dispose of many bags of grotty old rocks…