#63 theoldmortuary ponders

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Tavistock

We don’t have any advent calendars in the house. We mark our way through Advent with jobs achieved. Nobody needs to see dull, domestic tasks so I thought I would share some of the doors that I’ve collected over the years to illustrate this blog. The doors are a nod towards the excitement of opening a door or window on an advent calendar every day of advent. If not exactly excitement there is satisfaction as Christmas slowly comes together in a new house and in a new location. We are avid watchers of property porn, it is a wisdom gleaned from such programmes that you really like a house when you imagine where you would put your christmas tree in a property that you are viewing. I dont think it ever crossed out minds where Christmas trees might go when we looked at this house. This lack of decisive property planning bit me on the bum today.

Hoi An

Our old house had some unusual proportions and we have a curiously slim but tall artificial tree that suited the old dining room, the actual mortuary workshop, perfectly. The new house is Georgian with a later Victorian extension. It took me many relocations of the tree to find it a new home in this house. Snuggling up next to the fridge freezer was the only place its skinny frame looked comfortable. Who could have possibly guessed that several hours are needed to find a Christmas tree its happy place.

Seoul

In other advent news the international parcels have set off on their journeys, and in quiet moments I can track their journeys across the globe on an app on my phone. They are boldly travelling to countries that would not currently welcome me in person.

Spitalfields

Today is the day for buying and positioning a bigger tree and writing christmas cards.  Beyond that I’m not entirely sure what else will be behind the Friday door!

Stonehouse

But for now there is a skinny tree in a happy place.

#62 theoldmortuary ponders

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Good morning Miss Spearmint. We had a long walk this morning which ended up near to our swimming beach. Miss Spearmint had taken up residence to digest her fishy breakfast so there were very few swimmers and everyone was advised not to swim or interact with her. Recently a marine mammal charity has set up a swimmers/walkers whatsapp group for the whole of Plymouth Sound which pinpoints where she is swimming,or hauled out so that people can avoid interacting with her. On the whole it seems to be working.Unfotunately though Miss Spearmint does still crave the company of humans which is not good for her.

Before Miss Spearmint hijacked this blog I was going to natter on about retail counters. Not the sort that are so busy in the general run up to Christmas but one that no longer exists.

I found this sign this morning on the earlier part of my walk as I explored an undeveloped area of the Royal William Yard. This picture has everything that I love. Rust, peeling paint and mystery. A mystery that could be revealed if only we had the ledger that holds the codes for 15.SI.

Really close to this beautiful door is some very contemporary deliberate graffiti which brings a little colour to the blog which Miss Spearmint and a faded door have failed to do. I will end on a bright note!

#61 theoldmortuary ponders.

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Storm Barra delivered a Sea Heart this morning.

An unusually high tide made these liquid hearts on the rocks that litter our swimming beach. The steps further along also got a little magical drenching.

And for now the sun is out. On days like this, wrapped up in lovely warm clothes I wonder why I choose to whip my everythings off and swim in this exact location. But when I’m in it it is the best feeling in the world.

#60 theoldmortuary ponders.

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©XC Weather

The calm before the storm. There is another named storm on its way. This is todays weather forecast. Last nights dog walk was a very peaceful affair.

Nativity and resin cows peacefully twinkling in a landscape with no wind.

Overnight the mood of the weather has switched from benign to malign and there was just a small window of opportunity to walk the dogs today. Serendipity and the forecast sent me out to the beach at the exact same time as some friends. So todays blog has four doggy companions enjoying Tranquility Bay before they are confined to the house by Storm Barra

So far so tranquil, lets see how peaceful tomorrow looks.

#59 theoldmortuary ponders

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I love neon signs.

Neon signs are rarely created to encourage quiet optimism, which is exactly the sensation this statement evokes in me. But if I felt commanded to feel good, invoke would be the correct word.

©Merriam Webster

If I had commissioned this sign I think I would have added the word ‘again’.

I’m only pondering this because neon signs are expensive so you want to get them right. On the other hand googling ‘It’s time to feel good’ has given me an earworm for a Monday morning which it would be unkind not to share.

“It’s time to feel good” is a commonly misheard lyric in ‘Walking on Sunshine” by Katrina and the Waves. The actual lyric is ‘and don’t it feel good’

So there we have it, a classic ponder to start the week and a pleasing earworm, have a good Monday

#58 theoldmortuary ponders

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Evening dog walks are getting a lot more twinkly. I love this completely contemporary festive home. Nothing tacky about this house

This festive property takes a more traditional approach, and diligence to lightbulb placement. At home we have gone for something a little less ostentatious.

Our home window is a work in progress, the next stage is baubles in every shade of garish. Lime green and pink anyone?

#57 theoldmortuary ponders

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It is not all about dog walks in lovely places and comfortable places to sleep. Sometimes Hugo and Lola believe that they are doing actual work. Here they are on car duty while we have a wee and grab a coffee.

Yesterday was pretty full on for them. Early morning house guarding duty while we went, with other bobbers, for what turned out to be the most disappointing ‘ bob’ of recent times. It was a really low tide so there was a good bit of rock scrambling before we even hit the water and then it was all a bit sea weedy for a while until we hit water deep enough to swim in. The dogs, of course, had to offer counselling and support when we returned.

After the car journey there were more dog responsibilities. Urban Squirrel watching.

And minor hangover care after a Christmas party.

#56 theoldmortuary ponders

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These illuminated winter trees warm up my late afternoon dog walk. I try to get the second dog walk of the day done before the sun starts to dip below the horizon. There just seems to be something wrong about having two or even three walks of the day done in darkness. Again yesterday I missed the dimpsy twilight and hit full on dark just by delaying our departure a tiny bit. These trees, recently illuminated, perked our walk up marvelously.

The dogs have the unique experience of having a wee while illuminated. Something that they are completely indifferent to. Were the same thing to happen to me I might also struggle to see the beauty of the moment.

Trees are not the only thing to have taken on some festivity. The tunnel that leads directly to the sea is a bright arc of colour.

Wonderful as this all is I really need to get out earlier if I want to catch the last hour or so of daylight for the next couple of months. Maybe I should set an afternoon alarm!

#55 theoldmortuary ponders

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I’ve spent the last couple of days with fellow Gallery Guides at The Box in Plymouth. The picture above is three of us standing in the North Hall of the museum within a video installation which is part of the Songlines Exhibition.

One of those unusual moments when illumination does not make something easier to see. I haven’t really written a blog about Songlines yet, I am still finding more to learn and appreciate every time I spend a few hours in the galleries. By the end of February when the exhibition closes I will have distilled my thoughts. For Gallery Guides it is not just about the installed artwork, the reaction and questions from the public also forms a vital part of our perception of the exhibition.

Yesterday I had many different interactions with visitors and some of them really do set me thinking. This exhibition has brought people from all over the country to Plymouth, some of them with vast experience of world travel and Indigenous Culture.

https://www.theboxplymouth.com/events/exhibitions/songlines

Talking to strangers is something I took for granted before March 2020 when Covid shut the world down. Now it is something I only really get to do at Art Exhibitions. Thank goodness art expands the mind.

#54 theoldmortuary ponders

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Gratuitous sunset shot

When I was a teenager growing up in North East Essex, absolutely not the ‘cool’ or ‘trashy’ Essex of modern urban myths, I thought I lived in the Boondocks.

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With only a few people of my own age,and even fewer of them that I actually knew, I imagined I was having the dullest adolescence ever. My internal imaginary life was vivid and full of colour, teenage passion and adventure. Real life not so much.

Travel, maturity, and now a lived experience of a Killer Pandemic, has made me recalibrate my thoughts on my adolescence and life in general. Some of my travel has taken me to actual Boondocks, making me realise my teenage years were actually giddy with opportunity. Only a few of which I took.

During the Pandemic many of us have lived a bit of a Boondocky existence, for various periods of local or national lockdowns.Venturing out only to take exercise or undertake essential tasks. People who actually live a Boondock life have possibly been the least affected.

© Spitalfieldslife – The Gentle Author

Writing a daily blog since November 2019 has stretched my mind in all sorts of curious ways. If I were ever to find myself in an actual boondock or when I find myself in a mental boondock, I am obliged, to myself,to find something to ponder, this has been a valuable and enriching experience. Not one I am keen to give up any time soon.

Detail from stained glass window. Plymouth Synagogue

1st of December 2021, welcome December. Who knows quite how you will shape up pandemicwise or in general, something to ponder on, I’m sure.