Jabberwocky ... a language NO-ONE understands.

 Looking for the light between the lamp-posts to answer whatsapp

messages on a cold and dark winter’s morning is fun!  

Such unusual colours in the sun-rise this morning ... first time I've seen so much purple!

The hound doesn’t understand the frequent pauses in our ramble.

Her reading of p-mails and replying is the USUAL cause of a pause.

Not so this morning.

The impatient stance of her body as I yet again paused under a lamp-post was palpable.

Capturing seagulls in flight is fun
I do feel a bit bad sending the hound into the waves to make them fly!

I’ve reached an age where my ability to read text on a tiny screen has drastically diminished.

Especially when the sun’s not yet up!

Glasses do help but those are securely tucked away in the backpack.

Besides, it’s much more fun to unintentionally invent new words

 and leave whatsapping friend to decipher them!

Indy waiting PATIENTLY for the coffee cup.

Even when I CAN see, auto-correct has the annoying habit of turning some of our conversations into real humdingers.

It translates everything into Jabberwocky ... a language NO-ONE understands.

A small price to pay for INSTANT communication with mates who DON’T live in the arse end of the world I guess.

It’s Friday again though, my all-time FAVOURITE day of the week!

The one day of the week when I get to ramble till the cows come home

 ... in a figurative sense that is ... 

inbetween trying to reply to whatsapp messages!

The "Traveller" and one one of the more unusual spots he choose to snooze on

Everything about a Friday is just perfect in it’s own IMPERFECT way.

Low tide was at 7.20 this morning and the sun was still trying to rise.

Even the feet-seeking missile DIDN’T disappoint.

He’s back from his holiday and, in usual feet-seeking missile style, 

flung himself at my feet for the obligatory tummy rub.

He makes ME feel SO loved.

Delighted to be back together again!

In true Labrador fashion he took an instant LIKING to the ROPE swing 

Julia found on the beach last week.

Who would have thought a rope could create so much fun!

Yes.  A thick ROPE hung from a TREE with a huge KNOT at the end of it.

Cheeky Sam using the hound for balance

Someone, name unknown, has hung it from a tree at the far end of the bay.  

The cliff end of the bay. 

From a tree who’s roots are exposed by the crumbling cliff face.

The Hounds LOVE it.

He's tall enough to get his paws round the knot, the hound isn't.

It’s TOO high for them to easily grasp and it MOVES when they try.

Sam, being taller than the hound, is able to get his front legs ROUND the knot.

He TIP-TOES ballerina style up and down the sand with 

loud and vocal encouragement from the hound.

It provides no END of entertainment.

Not just for the hounds but for US too.

Mornings like this are BEYOND magical.

A crispness in the air.  An iciness to the sky

MY world is just BEAUTIFUL.

"And suddenly you know: 

It's time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings."

~ anon

Catching shells!

The only thing that needs changing ....

When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves. Victor Frank

Today I get to be philosophical ... it’s been that kind of a day .... introspective ... thought provoking .... challenging .... even scary .... yes, I get fearful sometimes too.


I know that often in my life,

I’ve tried to change things to suit me ... I get exasperated when the changes I’m trying to make don’t work or don’t have the outcome I’d like them to have.  Sometimes it takes an upheaval in my life to make me realise the only thing that needs changing is ME .... Victor Frank’s quotation is a timely reminder of this.

At times, because of our fears, we create walls around us ... it takes courage to break through those walls ... it takes courage to listen with the heart and see the real person behind the wall they’ve created.  I value those that take moments out of their own lives to participate in mine ...

One of the Kingfishers that were flitting up and down the beach

they speak to my soul and they make me stronger with their love.  Their contribution to my life allows me to expand and grow.


Morning rambles are my quiet times ... they allow me time to think  ... especially now with leaving earlier.  The world is still quiet .... still in repose

.... still recovering from the day before. The few souls I do meet so early in the morning are, like me, enjoying the stillness and peace  ... greetings are exchanged but they’re hushed and brief .... none of us wants to shatter the serenity of the new day’s dawn.

This morning as I set off on my ramble the moon was large and visible in the sky right in front of me ...... it was bright white and passing through clouds.  As it headed over the horizon and dipped out of view, it caught the first pink rays of the morning sun .... it changed from a bright white to a pink lacy orb ... it was beautiful!  As I’d 

watched, the moon had changed ..... diversified .... changed my view of it .... changed it’s colour .... I saw it from a different perspective. It’s not very often I see a pink moon!  Maybe today that moon was telling me something.


Even the sunrise ... depending on the time and the tide and the weather ...

looks different each day.  Life changes every day ... my life changes every day .... I feel a sense of expecting the unexpected. 
Change is good ... the reality is that life is not stagnant ... it’s an ever-flowing stream of energy and, like that energy, I too am not stagnant.  Change reminds me of why I love rainbows and butterflies .... something new ... something unlimited!

Carol, about to throw the hound's ball and get her foot
tangled in the rope!

I get to wake up every day with the gift of a new beginning .... the opportunity to “do it again” ... and hopefully each day I’ll do it better than the day before. I can continue to improve my thoughts, words, actions, deeds .... and make a difference to someone else’s life .... or I can choose not to. Carol might not have thought I’d made a difference to her life today but she sure made a difference to mine ... her misfortune with my hound’s rope was hilarious .... I shouldn’t have laughed .... the rope hurt her leg ... but both she and I couldn’t stop laughing.  It’s not every day you get to see your hound dragging a friend, who’s hopping on one leg, out to sea!


I need to embrace change .... and when the world isn’t changing as I’d like it to ... I need to rethink my attitude towards it .... I need to change ME!