Unlikely friends in Southern California.
Thanks to the Reverend who pointed me to this delightful animal rescue story.
Unlikely friends in Southern California.
Thanks to the Reverend who pointed me to this delightful animal rescue story.
Back in the nineteen seventies I’d be getting ready for work when Thought for the Day would come on the radio. The program is still running but I doubt if it starts with words In this morning light…. Back then I must have been ripe for a reflective moment because almost without fail I’d pop a few tears as the program began. It then went on to reflect on something topical from a religious perspective. Mostly a Christian perspective but not exclusively so. Perhaps we could have our own thought for the day here, or volunteer…for Thought For The Day. Just a thought.
This picture was taken this morning’s morning light. The sun glanced over the hill just as I was about to press the shutter. New to me is the concept of the Golden Hour, the first hour or so after the sun rises and before it sets in the evening when the light is soft, the edges less defined, the colours warmer in tone. (Thanks to Maria for that information)


More fungus later….
Trepanation according to Wikipedia.
Many thanks to Impacted Nurse for pointing out this article in New Scientist which talks about the use of trepanation (an illustration) as a potential cure for Alzheimer’s.
Deep breath, another deep breath…I guess there is merit in knowing what is going on in the world of science and medicine. Personally I like the standing on ones head cure. Painful, yet less invasive! But not for everybody.
A dozen ducklings, with mother, on a ledge above the entrance to an office building. Mother flaps down to the pavement and ducklings must follow her. A banker from the office building catches each one of them and then the little family is escorted to the nearest pond. Looks like there was even a police escort! Happy days in the animal rescue world.
Thanks to Ian for the link left in the comments section. Unfortunately the link disappeared from the comment he left. My link points to another version of this story aired originally on US news programs.
Here is Iain from Little House in The Paddy in lyrical mood. This quote comes at the end a recent article where he speaks about Throssel and some of the history of our valley. Did I know there was a ‘horse level‘ running out of our valley? Not I.
Interesting how it is the most intensely beautiful weather that most clearly reveals the course and intent of forgotten events. It often feels to me that the course of our own actions is revealed in the same way. Stuff you don’t notice on a grey day or in the brightest noon sunlight stands out more when you see it lit from one side. A kind of sideways illumination throws the landmarks in our lives into a kind of relief that reveals things we never noticed before. They take on a character that was never obvious at the time.
*the horse level I’ve linked to is probably not the one Iain refers to in his article however the mine mentioned is in the next valley to us. There is a whole world down there under ground…