365:044 Brushing up against history...
One of those old fashioned things I don't do so often is polishing my footwear with wax and brushes, even though I love the smell of the tinned shoe polish. I've got lazy and generally use the bottles with an applicator sponge attached. The brushes we use were my granda's from his time in the RAF (1938 - 1945). His id number is cut into them, but doesn't show up on the pic. The brushes live in a wooden shoe caddy made by dad as a sample piece to inspire his woodwork class long ago... so doubly special. (New camera due on Monday so an end I hope, to blurred, wick pics.)
365:043 Downpatrick today...
I've been in primary schools in different parts of NI yesterday and today. Today, it was the turn of St Brigid's. We've been "user-testing" a new website about St Patrick with 8 - 10 year olds. Some days it's a lovely job, despite the ridiculously early starts. The children had a display of crosses made for St Brigid's day which I think.. is at the start of February.
365:041 Currently listening to...
"Gospel Road" - Brian Houston. Track of the day - "The Lord is Still the Lord" - mmmm. Have a listen to the words and tell me this isn't a song for the season.
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365:039 A day at the beach...
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365:037 Windmill Lane Studios
No posting yesterday - had an exhausting day recording an album in Dublin. A very early start, and about 12 hours off and on just standing singing fabulous worship songs to the tracks laid down by the orchestra over the previous two Saturdays - possibly one of the top ten most satisfying days? Didn't get home until after 3am but wouldn't have missed it for the world. Too bad we have to wait for months to get the results!
365:036 TGIF
365:035 Catchin' up with the cousins
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365:031 Flowers for Anna
Some of the girls from our Bible Study group - the "Good Book Club" - met up for coffee this afternoon with "Anna", who's spent the week celebrating her 80th birthday.
To mark the occasion, she's reverted back to the name she was given at birth. Fearful that her birth name was "too German", she'd renamed herself at the onset of the second world war ;o)
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365:029 ... and everyone passed!
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One of those kitchen nights when you know it's all going to be difficult. The night I decide to bake, the stove has been turned down for cleaning and was just warming up again - takes hours. The recipe includes chunky stuff that just wouldn't chop in the food processor - lumps of whole orange, dates and walnuts - wrong attachment. Then realised I hadn't pitted the dates... the results taste ok and that is sort of the point isn't it? But it's one of those nights...
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In an Austenesque sort of way, embroidery seems like a Sunday afternoon activity, and chain stitch seems appropriate. Ellie - my aunt - is cared for in a place where no-one seems to know who owns what clothing and more worryingly, no one seems to mind. Happy confusion reigns. Dementia, alzheimers and the elderly mentally infirm live in this care home - physically anyway. Mentally and emotionally, they're more likely to be found either in the past or wandering in the daze of days between then and now.
Despite having a name tag stitched into every garment, folk often wear other people's clothes. I'm hoping that having her name embroidered smack bang on the front of the softest, loveliest new nightdress might draw attention to the "mistake" if the wearer is not "Ellie". Anything to make a girl feel special.
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So another view from the train window on the way to work... and one of Belfast's many murals. This one's just past the Sydenham halt and is of an earlier incarnation of the UVF. The ship is the Clyde Valley - used for gunrunning for the loyalists in anticipation of the expected "Irish difficulties" in 1914. Home Rule matters slipped a little bit down the agenda when affairs in Europe deteriorated and war was declared. The ship apparently had a gold star painted on the funnel to acknowledge it's role in the sinking of a submarine during WW1.
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Oh the stress, the stress.... here. Will this do? It's the photo board I went to great lengths to make with fabric I love... then I covered it. I'm sure this infringes some rule about children's photos on the web or something, but hopefully they're all too blurry to be of interest to the photo board police. (If you see yourself or your family there and you're offended, please tell me.)
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The harbour at Donaghadee - lovely, relaxing end of the holiday lunch at Pier 36 with friends - chilly day, so snapped this one before getting back into friend's car (landrover....yum.)
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Yikes... nearly missed the boat and not because the cove was moonlit - couldn't get the new camera software to load without jiggering the entire system. Will have to re think the download method or this 365 melarkey will last a week at most. Anyway - pretty wick pic, out an upstairs window (baltic outside) but a corker of a moon reflecting on the cove and it sort of worked for me anyway.
For the curious, Ali's to blame - again. 365 photos for 2010.... 1 a day I gather, so can't buck them all into one post! Tempting!!! Check out the links on the right for others doing the project - and they'll link you to others if you're interested.
29 Christmas Diners
...and before someone wise cracks that I've turned into the Vicar of Dibley (comparisons have been made) I didn't eat all the turkey meals.... it's the number gobbled in this house in the space of a few days.
I love my family and my friends, but next year, it will be different.
We'd the seasonal gathering of my favourite people over the space of five days and it was great - though exhausting. Pictured below, "the second day of Christmas" crowd - that's boxing day up north and St Stephen's to my republican listeners.. not sure what the three Welsh folk call it.

I love my family and my friends, but next year, it will be different.
We'd the seasonal gathering of my favourite people over the space of five days and it was great - though exhausting. Pictured below, "the second day of Christmas" crowd - that's boxing day up north and St Stephen's to my republican listeners.. not sure what the three Welsh folk call it.
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