The shortest day … and thank goodness for that!! Yesterday was beautifully sunny and clear, today is windy, grey and now lashing rain – looking for blessings I can only say I’m glad I got the dog walked and the outdoor jobs finished about 5 minutes before this all started!
This was a double rainbow I saw a couple of years ago over the end of our fields. (I don’t suppose there was a pot of gold!)
LIght and colour in the rain and darkness. Looking forward, upwards with hope. The upward trajectory to spring, warmth, light, life, growth.
Bring it on, I’m ready.
It’s almost the shortest day. It’s beautifully sunny here which helps to lift the spirits but all the same I feel I’m flagging. So much to do, the year nearly ended – worn thin and grey by use and care. I like to reflect over the end of December, looking forward, thinking about how I can do things differently in the future, be kinder, work more fruitfully, live more deeply, love more intensely.
So many things are ugly and savage just now. So much suffering, so much that is beyond understanding. It shakes the ground and rips up all we know as truth.
I think I need a splash of colour today. I think I need to remember that all life is a process of metamorphosis. That we have to be the change we want to see.
The butterfly effect perhaps.
Christmas is a quiet time for us. With animals to care for we don’t ever go away to visit others at Christmas and apart from taking a little time to pause and reflect and share good times with those around us, the farm routine means that each and every day has a structure that cannot alter no matter what other things are happening.
It’s always lovely to see friends though and some of ours are good enough to call by for a coffee and catch up. Our close knit community here also enjoys gathering on special occasions for good food and laughter. Some of my friends who live in other parts of the country come back to visit family. A hug and conversation by a log fire with a coffee or mulled wine with those you love is always nourishing for the soul.
A nice mince pie doesn’t go amiss either. So I’ve made a batch of mincemeat this weekend so I can bake some later this week. Yummy…
I said I’d show you the stunning vista the Hebridean sheep from yesterday’s post have.
Holyhead Mountain, the beautiful heathland of The Range, the bird rich cliffs and shore and the Irish Sea stretching out to the horizon. The ferries pass along here on their way to and from Dublin several times a day. I like this place best in late afternoon when the sunlight shimmers and glitters on a thousand-thousand wavelets and the blue-grey of the ocean sparkles until it bleeds into the grey-blue mirror of the skies…
South Stack lighthouse guards this entrance of the hazardous shipping route towards Liverpool docks. Before the beacons here were built, many ships foundered and sank with great loss of life, both human and animal, as well as great wealth (in the case of the tragic clipper The Royal Charter which sank with millions of pounds of gold on board as well as horrific loss of life within miles of home after returning from Australia). In many cases these ships were wrecked within a few metres of shore having been pounded onto the treacherous rocks lining the coast but with little hope of rescue for the hapless passengers, particularly for women aboard hampered by the huge amounts of cloth in they clothing and children too small to survive the immersion in freezing cold merciless surf.
I walked over the old bridge to the lighthouse as a child (actually I was carried and I was terrified, the “new” bridge is much more solid feeling to walk over!). With its boiling chasm of waters beneath it is easy to see how little chance passengers on a wrecked ship have to survive, even in relatively calm conditions let alone in the kind of storms the Atlantic can throw at the west coast of the UK.
South Stack Lighthouse was built just over 200 years ago to aid ships to navigate these waters along with the other beacons further in towards England. Now automated by Trinity House, it continues to aid seafarers safe passage and partly because of that perhaps, is one of the most beautiful buildings I know.
We’re “celebrating” 20 years on our smallholding – we moved here on 17th December 1996. It seems both like yesterday and also so very long ago!
Life is quite different in a number of ways. It’s also the day that I first took ownership (reluctantly!) of a sheep! So I’m also celebrating 20 years of sheep keeping. I was given a lamb by the previous owner of our smallholding. It had been born as a single lamb out of season in September and instead of selling it along with the rest of the flock to my father he gifted it to me to “teach you to be a shepherd”. I wasn’t that keen on the idea I have to say! Sheep were woolly and smelly and not really the kind of livestock an aspiring small animal vet nurse wanted to get interested in….
And now of course they’re one of my favourite animals. The coloured sheep I keep for wool are quite different to the chunky Charollais x lamb I first had. I find coloured sheep and rare breeds really interesting and I happened upon this large flock of Hebridean sheep at the base of Holyhead Mountain on a walk with Marley in September. We got quite close to them, despite Marley straining eagerly on his lead. They’re lucky sheep, living in a really stunning spot. I’ll show you their view tomorrow in my Advent post…
Visitors to North Wales won’t need this one explaining! This is the Menai Suspension Bridge which spans the Menai Straits – the fast flowing strip of sea between mainland Wales and Ynys Mon or Anglesey.
I love this bridge, such a beautifully elegant piece of engineering. It was built in 1826 by Thomas Telford as part of his commission to build a road from Holyhead to London. The A5 road he built ran past my childhood home in Shropshire and the house he stayed in whilst working on the Anglesey section is near where we stayed in on holiday so Thomas Telford is a name I grew up hearing a lot (not least because of the “new town” named after him where my father worked in planning for a time).
The Menai Bridge is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. More personally for me it was the exciting gateway to family holidays as a child. (now I enter Anglesey on the Britannia Bridge next to it)
It also carries a memorial to the victims of the Aberfan disaster 50 years ago this past October where many children in the South Wales village of Aberfan so tragically lost their lives along with teachers and other adults when a coal spoil heap collapsed and engulfed a portion of the village that contained the school. One thing I notice most about the warmth of the Welsh people is how they gather around to support those who are suffering or grieving to carry them through the dark valley. So it seems entirely fitting that a North Wales island should carry a memorial to such a tragedy for their cousins in the South; Wales grieving with her own wherever they are.
I vaguely knew there was a final “Supermoon” last night but forgot about it until I went to draw my curtains at dusk and saw the evening sky looking as though embers were glowing in it. My cameras are usually lying around handy for work and I grabbed my DSLR and shot this but the lens isn’t really long enough to take good pictures of the moon and my night time shooting / manual photography skills are poor. Always on my list of things to improve!
I switched to my little compact. It’s a poorer camera but has a better zoom. Most of the photos were blurry and unusable but it was still beautiful to watch the huge blood orange moon slide up into the inky blue sky. A small moment of wonder I didn’t expect.
I took this earlier in the year when I spent some time watching my friend Daniel Yeomans painting.
He’d asked if I could take some photographs for him to use. It was really interesting to watch a portrait artist at work and then to overlay the medium of photography over the top. Both use light, colour, form, composition. Both are trying to represent something – either aesthetically or as a record of events.
What I really noticed was how neither are a static art form although both require the subject to be stationary to an extent. Dan talks to his sitters, ask them about themselves, what they’ve been doing since the last sitting, current news. In doing so he coaxes the character of the person out and into his work and represents more than just the dimensions of paint and canvas, light and shade.
Watching him moving swiftly back and forth the length of his studio using the method called Sight-Size, I wanted to capture the energy of both sitter and artist in something that is more than simply a visual record. Whilst this isn’t a great photograph either technically or aesthetically, I like it because you can see the physical energy in Dan as he moves about to paint and the emotional energy of Mark laughing as they talk and create the portrait.
Today’s image is courtesy of my oldest brother. On our last walk together the other day before he went back home, we spotted this Little Egret fishing near a Heron in a pebbly cove on the far side of the bay – I posted the photo I took earlier in this Advent thread.
Neither of us is very knowledgeable about birds and we’d not seen an egret before so this was a rather lovely bonus to the walk for both of us.
I took some very poor snaps on my phone which was all I had on me and that’s what I used before. My brother has a better quality phone and I asked if he got a clearer picture than me and he sent this along with his permission to use it here today.
Today has been such a dreary, foggy, damp day and summer seems so very far off.
Looking back I’ve found this picture of the Compassion roses in the garden patch above the house. I love the scent of them, I can almost smell their delicate petals just looking at them.