
The last of sunlight
fading into golden dusk
such mellow splendour
Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o

The last of sunlight
fading into golden dusk
such mellow splendour


Gustav Holst was born in Cheltenham, England in 1874 into a family of musicians. A rather sickly child, he grew up learning to play several instruments, including trombone, in the hope that it would help his asthma. He taught music throughout his life, but is best known for his Planets suite. I’m sure you will agree he is gone but not forgotten. Holst died of heart failure in 1934 and his ashes were interred at Chichester Cathedral, Sussex. My photo for the challenge is of a memorial stone in the cathedral.

I don’t know if this link will work properly, I’ve never tried to add a you tube before.
Join in here,
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/gone-but-not-forgotten/

effervescent fizz
of the salt stinging ocean
winter or summer
giving or taking away
our lives daily leftovers

. . . it’s still autumn here in the gentle south west of England, so you wont’ find any snow flakes yet.
At the weekend, I went strolling through the graveyard kicking at the leaves.

Looking skywards towards russet, greengold and naked tree tops
Beech leaves were at my feet

Oak was at eye and ankle level


I turned back the way I came and this little beauty was along the path

and as if there wasn’t already enough magic

an extra gift of treasure.
This is my first go at a Monday walk for Jo, find her here in Hartlepool,
http://restlessjo.wordpress.com/2014/12/01/jos-monday-walk-the-marina/
***It seems that we can’t choose when the snow falls on WordPress this year!***
After a few hours shopping in Totnes yesterday, I really needed a sit down with a hot drink and a cake. So my friend and I went to the Green Café, ordered hot chocolate, and a rock cake to share. While we were waiting I spotted this sign
http://www.kascare.org/ and thought okay I can do that.
Then the drinks arrived
Or rather the ingredients
So I had to stop knitting
and start mixing

But in the end it was delicious. Have you ever had to mix your own hot chocolate in a café? It was certainly different for me, but at least it proved it was the real thing and not some instant stuff!
The rock cake was pretty good as well but it wasn’t around long enough for a photo 🙂
Photos are visual spaces where shapes and lines, objects, and people come together, says Ben Huberman at the Daily Post and he asks for photos with the theme of ‘Converge’. I find the bronze age stone rows on Dartmoor fascinating, imagine the people that created these way back in time. My photo shows some of the stone rows that converge at the top of the hill above Scorhill circle heading towards Batworthy and Fernworthy.

If you have photos that converge – and who doesn’t? share them here.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/converge/