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Tuesday, 13 October 2015

Flotsam and Jetsam ....

      So here I be, returned from two weeks away in Cornwall, but being as the hour is late I shall not be writing too many lines this autumnal evening just suffice to remark upon one or two things that have been scratching my mind like a flea that is hard to shift.

     Firstly, if there be any doubt, I will continue to record certain aspects of my life here on these pages as I continue to live with depression. My previous posts have been read then re-read in my head over and over as I have struggled to decide whether or not to continue blogging in some form or just to let it go. I have once said upon these pages that if my experiences with the Black Dog help just one soul feel better about themselves then this blog is a worthwhile thing to do, so I shall continue with my words with this hope in mind.

     Secondly, a huge thankyou for the many comments on previous posts, the help provided is not a thing that can be quantified in any shape or form. It is enough just to say that they are important to me.

     Thirdly, a work in progress list of future posts include;- Cornwall (where friends 'not met yet' became 'friends for life'), Compromise Garden updates, Boraras urophthalmoides (my latest relaxation helpers), Rugby (not for the England fans among you), Retirement strategy, Rewilding, Nature, Stress coping (or not as the case usually is!) these and other topics amongst all the usual drivel and if you want any requests? well you may ask as perhaps you never know.

     So that be about it for this evening, t'was going to be a post about the fortnight in Cornwall but I just couldn't be arsed sorting through pictures, bar one......

She calls to me doth the sea...

     ......part of the retirement plan is to be near as possibly to the sea.

      So that's all for now, my eyes are heavy and I must head up the wooden hills to let sleep cradle me till the morn. Till the next time, take care my friends.

John


31 comments:

  1. John my man tis very good to see you back in blogosphere. No never minds about your visit to Kernow it will keep :)
    If there we had a wooden hill that's where I would be heading right now, so instead I'll just toddle along the passage to bed.

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    1. Thank you Mel, with these knees I sometimes wish there were no wooden hills to climb before I can slumber.

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  2. Sleep is a luxury that is eluding me right now. I do not succumb to the black dog though. I read, write and sew till Morpheus opens his arms.

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    1. Tis good to have something to while away the time till the sandman pays a visit Pam.

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  3. I'm so glad to see you posting, my friend. I worry about you!

    What a lovely photo, I definitely want to hear more about your holiday!

    Take care :)

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    1. Thank you Jennifer, no need to worry I am in good hands with my George :-), I will post about Cornwall....once I sort the bloody pictures out that is!

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  4. Good to see you back John, I'm glad you had a good holiday. Almost impossible not to have a good one in Cornwall (except possibly if you go mid-summer!). Yes please do keep blogging - as someone who has recently conquered the black dog but is aware that it could return when it damn well pleases, I like to read your honest views. The sea calls me too, especially in Cornwall.....sitting on a rocky beach with the waves crashing up onto the rocks, and then that lovely sound as the big old sea drags the waves down the beach back home again - that's the biggest stress calmer I know. Fortunately, we live only about 20 mins from the sea, just a pity that it's a muddy Somerset one and not the lovely blue Cornish one.

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    1. It does take your mind off the woes of life Sooze, nothing better than being on a storm lashed beach with the salt laden spray cleansing your face and mind for a while is there?

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  5. Ah ha me hearty, you be back - hoorah says I for one. There is something magical about the sea but in reality I think the smell and sound has a lot to do with it. We are lucky to be within a short drive to it, and love winter-walks especially when the wind is up and the waves are pounding on the beach.

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    1. Ah har indeed m'dear, indeed I be back t' plague ye land lubbers with tales of journeys long n wearisome and fraught with many a danger, best listened to in dimly lit rooms around the embers of a winter fire whilst quaffing jugs of grog and chewing upon the crackling of a well cooked boar...

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  6. PS I meant to say, I was wondering if your 'friend not met', now 'friend for life', refers to a certain well-loved blogger who has recently given up blogging. And, if it is she, I hope she is well and knows how much her followers miss her.

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    1. Indeed Sooze it be her and her wonderful partner, such lovely folk are indeed few and far between.

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  7. I, too, am glad to see you back although I've not been following all that long. Glad you had a good holiday and that the black dog has departed for the nonce. The concrete cloud is still hovering here, but I'm taking the jackhammer to it and that's what matters. =)

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    1. Thank you Jacqueline, "The concrete cloud...." though I have never heard depression referred to this way it does seem most apt, sometimes putting the jackhammer down and just being quiet in the moment makes the cloud lighter or the dog less fierce I sometimes find.

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  8. Looking forward to seeing your photos from Cornwall. The sea there is just so different to our grey North Sea and shingly beaches. I think I really need a holiday down that way again but it's quite a trek from here.

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    1. Tis well worth the trek Sue, I've yet to find a sea that draws me as much as the azure waters that kiss the Cornish coast.

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  9. Glad to have you back. Love that picture. You know the sea is in my heart too :o)

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    1. Indeed I do CT, it is a magical thing is it not?

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  10. So glad you're back with us, John. Beautiful photograph. I'm always drawn to the sea when my thoughts are at odds (as have been of late). It calms me and gives some perspective. So happy you have your friend for life. They are few and far between and should be treasured. X

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    1. Thank you Jules, indeed true friends meet through ones life will number less than the fingers upon one's hand.

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  11. Always a pleasure to see pictures of your lovely country. Keep them coming. Always here if needed.

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  12. Lovely to see you again John & glad you had a great time in Cornwall.
    I love the sea too & think her constant changes help remind us that everything passes.
    Look forward to your photos when you get a moment to write again.

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    1. Thank you Jane, tis never the same from one moment to the be next the sea.

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  13. Hiya John

    Nice to see you back - how are those beautiful dogs of yours? How's the garden?.....Oh and how are the old knees?!

    Glad to see you back here xxx

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    1. Thanks Trudie, well the dogs are still troublesome, the garden needs attention and the knees?....knackered ....well you did ask ;-)

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  14. Good to see your back safe and sound John.
    Looking forward to hearing about your visit to Cornwall and seeing your photo's.
    I love the ocean and have been doing quite a lot of walking lately along the beach, clearing my mind and enjoying all the beauty that surrounds the sea, especially the rock pools .
    Take care ,all the best
    Bron **

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    1. Cheers Bron.....rock pooling is the best.

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  15. Its lovely to see you back John. Beautiful photo of Cornwall - look forward to seeing more photos :)

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  16. Sea Fever (thought you would like this)
    I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

    And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;

    And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,

    And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.



    I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

    Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

    And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

    And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.



    I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

    To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;

    And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

    And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over

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