Menoddsany; When The Sun Hits

For one glorious week, there was sunshine, warmth, and fun over The Grey by the Clyde. Whilst spending those couple of nights at Barney-dog's place, I finally updated the sheers/bug guards/privacy screens... As seen here from inside and from the outside...

I was rather excited to have found these in IKEA, a much better colour than the repurposed white sari material I had used for the last three years! I have a pair on the back doors as well, and they are hung on proper rods, rather than bits of string... so a little bit more dressed up!

This setup was particularly lovely to have when sitting with my door wide open to let in the water breeze as I watched the firth ebb and flow...

I did get back into The Hutch for a week - the sun didn't last, of course, and along came the wind and rain and much cooler temps, and I needed to be around for one more dog-sitting shift. Before that though, Mac1 brought Barney for a visit, and he took to Snoopy in much the same way Nobby did before him...

On those days spent by the waterside, it was fun to watch the local school kids doing an end-of-year walk along to the town boundary and back, waving their Saltires and chanting the Scottish Soccer (football) anthem.

That was just one group - there were several, and all happy and smiling and waving as I waved back. Fairly lifts the spirits, that sort of thing.

...and you know it's hot when the YAMster doesn't don some headwear!

Menoizikul; Midweek Musicalisms

This week's offering is a little more challenging to the ear, but still very lyrical. Listen for the instruments talking to each other, asking and responding...

Menonday Art Vibe: Tally-Ho

I am deeply interested in sculptural works. There aren't too many that I would necessarily want to own, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate them. (I do have a small collection - and one of the new pieces to be revealed is, in fact, a sculpture...) Particularly the very large items that can only really be fitted into gallery spaces, office foyers, or street/garden installations. 

Every now and then, though, the heart goes..."ooohhhhhhhhh....". That's what happened when I stood by this little bronze. It took me right back to childhood and my (shared with ten other kids) Rose Roan pony called, rather unimaginatively, Pinky. The local stables created a kids' collective so that, for a small subscription fee, we all got a weekly ride, with a chance to learn gymkana and point-to-point racing, and to understand what was involved in keeping a horse or pony - so yes, that included all the stall and yard work as well as the animal care. Anyway. All that flooded back when I saw this.