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A Nostalgic Interlude

OK, it’s not a tragedy, but I was horrified, when booking our next shopping delivery, to find that it will be in March. Yes, two months of the year have already slipped by and we don’t seem to have made much progress. Not only that, but it’s just a week until the end of the month and I have nothing ready to submit. Even worse, I seem to have lost the drive I had when I was in this situation last month. I have also had to plan for a lot of submissions to magazine where I have a long history of rejection, so I’m not likely to have a successful month either. Looking to the future, I wonder if I’m fated to deliver a post like this in the third week of every coming month. Or will I simply buckle under the pressure. February is a bit early in the year to give up on good intentions, even for me.

Julia went to see Flying Scotsman yesterday. It is running on the Nene Valley Railway for a couple of weeks. As you can see, she took some pictures. She would have taken more, but he platform was crowded and she got pushed around a bit. I, meanwhile, was able to stand in the front porch and watch it go by. Once the trees are in leaf again, I won’t be able to do t5hat, but for the moment I can. It reminded me of the time I was about three years old. We had a shop in Blackburn and there was a section of railway track across the road where you could often see steam trains. Well, it was the early 60s, and a diesel locomotive was a somewhat futuristic beast. I remember thee excitement of first being pulled by a diesel. It was very sci-fi, like something out of Gerry Anderson. It was a nice nostalgic moment in a day of worries.

A Treasury of Flowers

I’ve been looking at other blogs with envy this year, particularly Derrick J Knight and Tootlepedal’s Blog.  They have a lot of things in common, including beautiful gardens, great photography and gardening partners – the Head Gardener and Mrs Tootlepedal.

It may be time for a little pep talk with Julia. Nothing major, just point her to a few relevant posts and leave an unspoken suggestion…

That way I hope to avoid being told to do it myself, as I already have lots to do. That TV won’t watch itself and blogging takes time.

Meanwhile, just to show we can grow plants (despite the state of our garden this year) here are a few things from last year at the farm.

 

The March of Time

When I was a child I attended a number of schools that had outside toilets, dip pens and inkwells. One had central heating that ran through large pipes and Victorian radiators and the others had pot-bellied stoves. They also had school cooks and kitchens that prepared fresh food every day, disposing of the waste in pig bins. In 1978 we finally moved to a school with modern heating and inside toilets. That coincided with a general downturn in the moral fibre of the nation, though I don’t suppose it was caused by the provision of indoor plumbing for children.

However, we’re talking about 1963, and even by the standards of the day it was a bit of a museum piece. It was very much like this. It also had a flogging headmaster (who eventually got 4 years for inappropriate behaviour with girl pupils) and a map of the world. The map is the point of the story – it was mainly coloured red and pre-dated the the partition of India.

Moving on by 50 years, two of the group are going to South Africa on holiday so we did a jigsaw of Africa today. It’s a bit old as it belonged to our kids, but I wasn’t quite prepared for how things had changed.

On the school map (yes, there was a point to that preamble) we had places like Basutoland, Southern Rhodesia and Tanganyika. By the time the jigsaw was made these were Lesotho, Zimbabwe and Tanzania.

However, when we started the jigsaw it became clear that things had changed in Africa, even in the lifetime of my kids. As we pieced together Zaire, Upper Volta and the Somali Republic I realised how dated the puzzle was. When we had used the internet to identify African countries in the morning these had been Democratic Republic of Congo,  Burkina Faso and Somalia. Fortunately nobody noticed the changes.

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Just shows how things change, and how much there is to learn. I’m just hoping nobody goes on holiday to Eastern Europe, because I’ve never been able to catch up with what happened to Czechoslovakia and Yugoslavia.