I began this week with energy. I had plans, ideas, things to do. One of which was to walk more, exercise and get fit. Indeed I walked a lot on Monday, walked and exercised well (for me) on Tuesday, and my body and mind have been dead ever since! Tuesday saw me writing things, reading, studying, and since then I have been working my way through 'Herodutus' and nothing else. My head is dead. The sad thing is I doubt anyone would notice. I read all the proper blogs, when folks get around to actually writing something, (it's a bit of a pain to those of us without a life when those of you with one have the life and don't post so that we without a life can have a life through you and don't make me say that again!) and enjoy the torrent of words on show. There are, I found, a billion American blogs giving details of their happy life. 'The Smith Family,' and 'The Robinson's at Home,' and 'The Watkins Way,' and so on, pages all about their joy, their kids (lots of fotos) and their God, and their support for the troops, and so on and on and on sickeningly! This is my fault as a while back when pressing the 'Next Post' button I discovered page after page of porn from professional sites. I objected as if I wish porn I am well able to find it and can do without it shoved in my face, especially after reaching 60 it doesn't work so well now! Some geek has flicked a switch and I find all the Yank families in the Mid West telling me how lovely life is and we support the Tea party! I feel inclined to offer my thoughts and get banned from that range of blogs and put onto something with more life! Isn't life strange sometimes?
Anyway this lovely engine, with its misery of a driver, was the machine that pulled me into Mallaig many moons ago. The steam train runs several times a day from Fort William to the fishing port, and you can catch the ferry to sky if you so wish, although I think this is only for pedestrians these days. A small fishing village, with I suspect a lot less boats today than when I visited some years ago. Smoke emanating from chimneys was a strange sight, and smell, to discover, especially as I lived in the centre of London at the time. The open space, the sky, the sea, the aroma, all made for a wonderful experience. Watching sheep, with horns, nibbling grass by the roadside was also enjoyable, although they were not very friendly, those Gaels are a rough lot! I have pictures of a sloping sea with some of the Isles in the distance, and one or two of the colourful boats and possibly one of the seal who kept sticking his head up in the hope of a free fish being slung at him. Funnily enough whenever I have been up that way all the postcards show glowering clouds, and cartoon ones feature sheep cowering from rain, in telephone boxes, yet the sun always shone when I was around. Does this mean it really does shine out of my eyes?
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7 comments:
Why DO you spend so much time blogging America given your antipathy towards us? I could suggest reasons but won't put words in your mouth... ;)
By the way, your "could find better things to do with the dame" remark, just curious, were you thinking cribbage, uh, little early for that, perhaps, morning devotional...just asking....
Leaz ~
He's secretly in love with us Yanks and is hoping for a BIG lottery win so he can fly over for a looonng visit....:)
nice train.
xxx
There's porn on the internet...?
I do so LOVE steam locomotives, and this one is all shiny to boot! We have a few short lines left around here, mostly the narrow gauge tourist short lines in northern NM and southern CO. But they don't have the irritating high pitched European whistles like yours. Yours in the picture is a beauty. I say "yours" like Victoria would say "we."
But then, she always carried that pet mouse of hers around in her pocket. A lot of people didn't know why she always said "we". I suppose I am getting off-track. Off-track. Har.
Red - I know, I know!
Leaz, Unfortunately America intrudes so much into the free world! The woman, I just thought she would be better doing my ironing, cooking and stuff, as that's what sh was made for....
Red, I am naturally in love with you, and the lottery win would not lead to a trip to the US, Max lives there!
Mike, you know those sites Mrs S blocked....
Max, There are a lot of steam lines preserved, often a mere 15 or so miles long, but worth a look. All run by volunteers. Our whistles do not irritate!
This Victoria and the mouse, who she?
Leaz, you don't!
Just to let you know I was here and read a bit and enjoyed it. Just got nothing to say right noo!
Cheers
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