100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 66

THE SILENCE WAS DEAFENING. Ah Julia I like this prompt, I always observe the silence. Those who have followed me for a long time, will know how moved I was when I visited Gallipoli, and may have read my poem.

11 am November 11th

The silence was deafening. But I heard the first whisperings in my head as I stepped out of the car; Anzac was like an echo chamber full of young men.

Tell my wife I love her, kiss my little girl, tell mum my savings are in a box under the floor, dad I’m sorry, Mary forgive me? I didn’t confess Padre.

Yes, I’ll do my best. One at a time, I’ll make a list.

They always laughed when I said I hear voices, keep taking the medication, they said. Now, finally, I’ve found my vocation. Spirit messenger.

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Travel Theme: Soft

Ailsa at Wheres my backpack has chosen ‘Soft’ for her travel theme this week. This is a Victoria Crowned Pigeon and  I took the photo at Kuala Lumpur bird park, the worlds largest free flight aviary. I’m sure its feathers and beautiful crest would feel very soft. They are ground dwellers, quite large and they originate from New Guinea. They are named after Queen Victoria. Victoria Crowned Pigeon

 

 

Jakes Sunday Post: Surroundings

About a year ago I was procrastinating over some study on a dull Saturday afternoon, so I decided to take my phone camera and see what I could find within five minutes from home. I always intended to post it, now I know why I waited, thanks Jake! To join in visit Jake here Here are my Heavitree surroundings.

In reply to http://traveller2006.wordpress.com/ here are the words around the tree guard in the photo below.

‘up tree up

sky remains sky earth remains earth

here we are human betwixt and between

sing pretty maids all in a row in a row

and pretty maids all in a row

the droves of kine and wide herds of goats

and flocks of fleecy sheep if she will she

increases from a few or makes many of less

what the hand to write?

what the ear to hear?

what proclaims the red sandstone of Heavitree?

The words sleep within rock to be brought to life

in yew deep rooted oak where stunned

horizons branch out

to meadow copse and housing estate

Oh Heavitree!

Music in Pictures: Firework

I didn’t go out to photograph fireworks this year so Elisa’s challenge was difficult until I decided to have a play at editing, this is the result.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Renewal

For this weeks challenge I have chosen a photo taken on Exeter Quay. It is a railway turntable that has been ‘renewed’ to make a seating area. It’s actually full of history,  a rare example of Isambard Brunel’s broad gauge branch line built in 1867. It carried both broad and narrow guage track along the canal basin. Isn’t it great that it has been preserved and renewed?

 

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Agatha Christie’s Greenway

Agatha Christie, perhaps the most famous crime writer ever, was born twenty miles away in Torquay. After her first marriage failed (she discovered her husband was having an affair) she met and married Max Mallowan and moved to Greenway in 1938. The gardens are now part of the National Trust, and because of the lack of parking space they encourage you to arrive there by public transport. With a choice of the bus or a ferry up the river Dart from Dartmouth, you can guess what I did on a glorious summer day!

The ferry calls at Dittisham on the west side of the river, a pretty little village in itself, and like Dartmouth, home to many wealthy yachty types. When you disembark at Greenway, you walk up towards the house with the view of the river unfolding, and I’m sure it must have been the most perfect place for Dame Agatha to write. She used several Devon locations in her books, including Burgh Island, for Ten ittle Indians. They have murder mystery weekends there in the 1930’s art deco hotel, just a few miles down the coast.

The house at Greenway is still in the family, and is not open to the public, her daughter lives there. I was there for the garden and was a little disappointed, it was high summer but it isn’t a flower garden. It may have changed now, as the National Trust have been involved a bit longer. The beauty lies in the view, the journey, and of course if you are a fan, the knowledge that you walk in Agatha’s footsteps.

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Thursdays Windows: Week 8

This week my entry is about the contents of the window. In Ashburton there is a window featuring a sculpture by Heather Jansch. She has become well known for her driftwood horses, but unless you live in the UK I doubt you would know of her.

 

 

Have a look at her website, its really stunning work, my phone shot doesn’t do it justice.

http://www.heatherjansch.com/index.php