Crabs aside, Shell Island is as beautiful location as its name suggests. I just hope I managed to capture its splendour on my phone camera:
I will share more photographs of the island in my next post...
Crabs aside, Shell Island is as beautiful location as its name suggests. I just hope I managed to capture its splendour on my phone camera:
I will share more photographs of the island in my next post...
Finally got around to making my second for my new lego horror quiz book. Can you guess the film that featured this scene I have reproduced in Lego?
Taking notes as I listen to the classic Night of the Crab, as I am heading to it setting - Shell Island very soon...
I have finally got my hands on a decent copy of this book, the first novel I ever read in one day:
It is similar to, though not quite in the same league as Elizabeth by Jessica Hamilton. And annoyingly (for me at least), just like Elizabeth, it was written under a pen name.
J.R. Lowell is actually a pseudonym of the husband and wife writing team Jan K & Robert M Lowell.
As you can see from the pic below, I have a bit of a soft spot for this book and its various editions:
Took a half day from work and visited my favourite local garden centre this afternoon.
I do love the plant pots they sell. They look like sunken treasures from a long lost civilisation that have been rescued from the oceans. Unfortunately, they carry a price that reflects that look - ranging from £40 for a small pot to £200 for the larger ones!
Whilst I am certainly not a fan of the Saw films, this was a must-have for my horror Pop Funko collection.
Spent the day in the garden chilling and making the most of the Summer weather.
A richly-hued leaf fluttered to the ground before me as I read, reminding me of the ever- rotating wheel of the season. Autumn will be here before we know it. I tucked the leaf in my book as a useful bookmark, and savoured the heat of the sun all the more day because it transient nature.
There is a definite primitive pleasure to be savoured in the act of creating and settling for the evening before a garden fire. As well as clearing the garden of debris collected from the maintenance of hedges and shrubbery and other natural waste, it also allows the mind to discard the clutter of everyday thought. Its warmth and wonder roots your body before its flames, allowing the mind the time immerse itself in contemplation. Its meditative quality is primordial, its metamorphosis of matter a personal invitation to return to deeper reflection.
A swig or two on the fermentation of certain fruits aids the journey away from the mechanised and digitalised world of your everyday reality. And suddenly, if you permit it, you can explore an ancestral magic that is a rich and powerful balm for you soul.