One Word Photo Challenge: Camel

Camels outside Marrakesh

I know Hannibal once crossed the alps, probably on a camel, or perhaps a Yak, but unfortunately camels are few and far between in Switzerland. There are some that I would describe as being a camel, but more in the negative sense of the word and probably an insult to a camel. I have few photos of a camel, actually only this one. It was taken in Marrakesh and it was more luck than judgement that I actually had the camels taking a walk outside the walls of the city of Marrakesh.

One Word Photo Challenge: Camel

Fun Foto Challenge: All About Cities Skylines to Street Photography

Government building in Bern

The Bundenhaus (Parliament) in Bern, Switzerland. The square was redesigned and there are now water jets embedded in the paving stones. Either you get a nice fountaine, or during the summer an outdoor cooling down place for the kids.

The Thames towards West

The River Thames in London winding its way Westwards.

New York 1993

New York Street scene, 1993

Solothurn, Zeughaus

A view over Solothurn in Switzerland, my local main town,  taken from the cathedral tower showing the Arsenal museum and surrounding buidings.

St. Urs Cathedral from Vorstadt, Solothurn

St. Urs cathedral Solothurn with the Landhouse in the forefront.

Fun Foto Challenge: All about Cities Skylines to Street Scenes

Daily Prompt: The Daily Circus

Garden ornament 30.05.2016

Don’t expect photos of trapeze artists or clowns from me and as far as the animals are concerned, if they were asked I am sure they would prefer to be in their natural surroundings and not coaxed to jump through hoops or sit on strange pedestals and do a growl now and again when some guy waves a whip.

Circus posterI avoid clowns as well, even the one at MacDonalds that only does his work because he is paid for it. I had a look at my photo collection and found my circus items were few. Now and again a circus will travel around Switzerland and make a stop in our town of Solothurn. If you really want to see a circus there are enough examples in daily life, called parliaments. They might not wear a red nose, or paint a big red grin on their faces, but they mostly all dress the same in their clean white shirts held together with a tie around their necks and all performing as if they were trained for the job.

On one of my visits to London my dad often watched the daily parliament circus in television. It is even televised, but he is not political, he only watched because the time was shown clearly on the screen and he was always keen about the time. He was not interested in the antics of the performers, the politicians, he just wanted to know what time it was. The most important object in his room was his clock which was balanced on the window sill. When I visited he even complained because the telegram he received from the Queen for his 100th birthday was blocking the view of the clock. I did not have to remove the clock, just re-arrange the Queen’s telegram. He still has his famous clock on the wall in his room where he is now. One of the few items he took with him.

English politicians are really at their best when they have their get togethers to plan the future of the country. Are these clowns or the people that hold the future of the country.

What more can you say?

The Swiss parliament is not much better, but our politicians take an active part in the laughter.

This actually happened and it is one of our ministers talking. At least he could laugh himself. He is no longer a minister, and no he did not leave to join a circus afterwards, he retired.

I do not have much more to say about circus because I do not like them. Perhaps I was scared as a kid by a clown that wanted to be funny. Mum always said I should avoid strange men dressed up in big shoes with big red mouths and white painted faces, they were to be handled with suspicion and of course, do not accept any sweets from them.

I am not inspired, I have a circus phobia, my only interest is taking photos.There is a Swiss national cicus, Circus Knie, been in the same family for generations. During the summer they tour throughout Switzerland erecting their tent on the main squares of the town they are visiting and have a separate zoo area for the animals. During the Winter they are camped down near the Lake of Zürich. I have never visited this circus, but many parents take their children when it arrives. My kids grew up without seeing the circus.

It is not very often that I run out of words, but today is the case. I have absolutely nothing to say about a circus. I do not like them.

Daily Prompt: The Daily Circus

Good Morning

Maize field, Feldbrunnen

The clouds are gathering and I am not a happy person. Yesterday I was recovering from the shock that my father had a turn for the worse, which luckily had a postivie end, although I am prepared for everything.

Last week my specialist’s receptioninist at last called to say I should call back for an appointment. Some time at the beginning of February I was sent to the neurologist as I had some symptoms. He examined me and decided I should have a back scan, and head scan in the tube with that noisy machine that makes banging noises all the time. Afterwards I had an x-ray of the thorax and still do not know why. The specialist did tell me on the phone that there were some irregularities, but I do not have a tumor – big deal, what I have I still do not know.

Kantonsspital Olten (2)The next episode was a visit to the next town for a lumbal puncture (fun having liquid drawn from your back- photo showing hospital in Olten by me) and an examination of the sight nerve. Afterwards the waiting game continued. In the meawhile my husband happened to see our local practioner who sent me to this super specialist and she had had a few words with him about me. Of course no-one tells me anything because the results must be carefully examined. Who am I in any case, just the patient, the guinea pig, the one with the interesting symptoms. Now, after two weeks I got a telephone last Wednesday lunch time, when I had turned off my phone for a golden oldie sleep, to call back and make an appointment with the specialist. I could only call today as the specialist would be closed from last Thursday until yesterday. He prolonged his Thursday day off for corpus christi holiday over the week-end until yesterday.

I had a big red ringed date in my calendar to call the doctor today to make an appointment. At last after a couple of months waiting, I could see the doc to find out what I had. In the meanwhile my 100 year old father had been admitted to an extra care home in England and I never know if I have to drop everything to fly to London. I have had enough stress.

Today I phoned the doctor’s assistant who told me Thursday 9th June at 1.00 o’clock there would be an appointment free. I told her that did not suit me. She apologised that everything was full up and when it would suit me. I told her today, or tomorrow or any other time this week and definitely not 1.00 o’clock on 9th June  when I am finishing my lunch or in more than a week.  There was silence and she said not possible, but if the doctor had a free appointment in the meanwhile when someone could not come she would let me know.

I have been waiting for a couple of months, no-one tells my anything and to be quite honest I am sure I know what I have after checking the symptoms and looking into Internet. I know Internet is not a doctor, but what other choice do I have. I want to know what is wrong with me and be able to carry on with my life and perhaps get some medicine to help. What I have is defintely not fatal, but not so good. My first signs are that I now walk with a stick as I am uncertain without support, pins and needles in my legs now and again and a few other symptoms.

I may not be a doctor, but know enough about medicine to not be lead into an alley. The doctors are for me not “gods in white” they are human beings. I know why I avoid running to a doctor with every little ache and pain, and only when really necessary.

In the meanwhile I will concentrate on the normalities of the day and hope for a telephone call from the guarding receptionist. Weather report cool and dull and I hope that the clouds will clear.

Enjoy the day, make the most of it and do not rely on other people especially doctors. Oh dear I seem to resemble one of those Facebook victims that begin to write all about their problems and throw out daggers to cool down. It does not help I know, but it feels good afterwards. I promise I will not do it in Facebook.



Flower of the Day: 30.05.2016????? Wallflower

Flowers Wyss Garten Center (2)
Help! These plants were in the local garden park and I even had them growing  in my garden a few years ago. They are pereniels and have a wonderful scent, they are known for their scent. Mr. Swiss even had a sniff and found they smelt great, but I cannot remember the name. Although the main colour is orange or yellow, they are also available in dark red. So help needed. I am sure there must be someone out there that knows their name.

In the meanwhle thanks to two of my fellow bloggers the mystery is solved and they are wallflowers. I knew them under the name of “Goldlack” in German.

Flower of the day: 30.05.2016 ?????

Share Your World: 2016 Week 22 Holiday Edition

Every country in the world has lost men and women in some kind of Armed Forces.  When does your country celebrate or morn their deaths? (Optional)

End of World War II

This photo was taken during the VE celebrations in London in 1945-6. I was born in 1946. It was the street where mum (and me)  grew up in East London . It was 5 years accompanied with the sound of bombs dropped in the night, fires in the buildings hit and sleeping in a shelter in the garden because of the proximity to the London docklands..

Most of the men were doing what my dad was doing, fighting in a foreign country because they were called up. They were not left a great choice and only a few said no. Dad joined and saw the world: Palestine, Egypt, France, Germany, and Italy after landing on the beaches of Salerno. He was part of the heavy artillary on the big guns, he was not a hero, he did what he was told, but he was a hero of sorts. He was one of the lucky ones, no great injuries and he survived.

This is one of my photoshop efforts many years ago, but shows how much army was involved in my family. At the top on the left my youngest son in his Swiss army uniform. All Swiss join the army if they are able. They serve on average 3 weeks a year until they have completed the amount of time they should serve. My son was called up and visited the recruit school for about 3 months and afterwards served and completed his service years. He was in the heavy artillary amongst the tanks, but he was assigned to the office budgeting the food mainly.

My dad got married in his uniform as most men at that time as they did not have any other clothes when they returned from the war. On the bottom left is my grandfather who served in the 1st World War. He was then too old to do active duty and was in the medical service. I remember my dad telling me his job was to collect the dead, someone had to do ti I suppose.

In England there is armisitice day, the nearest Sunday to 11th November I believe. At 11.00 in the morning 2 minutes silence are held.

1st World War Memorial, SolothurnNow I live in Switzerland and we do not partake in wars, we try to stop them. We all want to stop wars. We do not have a day to commerate. Mr. Swiss said there used to be one some years ago, but he has only faint memories. I once went on a search for a war memorial and only found the photo on the left. This is the war memorial in the corner of a park in Solothurn, Switzerland for the fallen  in the great war from 1914-1918. It is a bit of a joke seeing a naked soldier with a sword in a very strange position.

We had quite a few wars in Switzerland, mostly Kanton against Kanton, but it seems if the Swiss wanted to fight in the olden days they were prepared to serve as mercenaries for various other countries. Even the pope has his own Swiss guard.


What is your favorite holiday or holidays?
Being a golden oldie, I have a holiday every day except when I have to go shopping when they let me out.

How do you celebrate that holiday?
Hoovering, washing, ironing, and perhaps cleaning the windows. Otherwise I might be taking photos, or writing. Just having fun. We no longer actually go anywhere on a holiday, but prefer our own four walls or the area where we live.

Share Your World: 2016 Week 22 Holiday Edition

Daily Prompt: It looked like a blank

My Desk

Today there was not going to be a daily prompt for me, a blog, or any sign that I was still here. One day I might not be here. My desk will remain empty, just a walking stick to show that I was my place. I would sit here day for day and write. I would write about anything that was suggested. There is always an answer to a prompt. You seek for an answer, perhaps there might even be a photo. For this particular prompt there was no photo, so I composed one myself. No, I did not compose it, because if I am missing this is how my desk looks. I like to have an empty platform, there is a place for everything.

This morning when I arose I checked my telephone, my iPad, my computer and found nothing special. There were some comments from my blogging colleagues which I acknowledged. I write a “Good Morning” blog for some time. It began as a whim, an idea, why not. We all say good morning to someone, even if it is only the pet dog or cat. It might be your other half, or just look out the window and think “good morning world”. This morning was different.

I did not have good news yesterday. My father is in an extra care home for some time. Sometimes he has good days, and sometimes they are not so good. I live on an edge but he has always been there. He celebrated his 100th birthday last September and since the beginning of this year, after a hospital stay, he has been transferred to an intense care home where he is cared for 24 hours of the day. I can be happy and satisfied. I do not live in the same country as my dad, although distances are not so far with planes. I can even wave and say hello with modern telecommunications, messenger systems.

Yesterday it was bad news. He was not responding, my nearest relatives were called, a doctor was called, there were exchanges back and forth and I was prepared for the worst. This morning I awoke with a strange feeling. My dearest friend said she would look in this morning to see how the night progressed and I was prepared for the worst. Not blogging or writing was the least of my problems but fate sometimes decides otherwise.

My dad had decided to eat some breafast, he had refused food and drink for two days. He was sitting up in his bed and I waved to him via iPhone/iPad and he waved back. He had three visitors, my friend, he ex carer from the extra care home where he lived before and her mother who still lives there. He was not alone, and for this I am thankful. He does not hear very well, but was responding with words – I even heard him say thankyou. I do not believe in miracles or anything spiritual, life takes its course, but there are some things between earth and sky that surprise us.

One day my desk will remain empty, the photo will become real, but when and how we will never know. Angloswiss Chronicles will not longer exist, or perhaps they will – who knows. There is something that determines our paths and we do not know where they lead to or why. We are left with the good feeling that the day continues as usual. It might be a mater of years, weeks, days or even hours: in the worst case minutes or seconds. The blank will arrive, the place that was occupied will no be filled, but our memories will remain of the things we shared together, of the laughs we had, and of the small words like “thankyou”.

I did not intend to write today, but life goes on with its surprises and unexpected twists and turns and my father and I are still here.

Daily Prompt: It looked like a Blank

Flower of the Day: 29.05.2016 Tradescantia

Tradescantia 29.05 (3)

Tradescantia 29.05 (2)Tradescantia exists in various forms. There is the sort that we know as an indoor plant with a stripe on the leaf that climbs, I had a plant with mainly reddish leaves with beautiful little pink flowers. A colleague gave me this example when my garden was new. He had too many, thank goodness. Their flowers are in groups in between the leaves. At the moment we have rainy days and I had to wait for the flowers. Up to now I only had one or two, but today I took the risk of taking photos, more will follow as you can see the hidden buds in the bottom photo,.

I once saw a TV programme about John Tradescant the Elder and the Younger. Both were naturalists and probably we have them to thank for the discovery of these inconspicuous little flowers between the leaves. It is interesting to read about John Tradescant the Elder and John Tradescant the Younger, both being buried in the churchyard of St.Mary at Lambeth in London, on the South side of the River Thames. They made many discoveries at their time in the 16th and 17th century in the plant world. I once intended to visit their graves on a trip to London, but never actually did. Who knows, one day I might.

More photos will follow of my tradescantia when it stops raining and they arrive in abundance.

Flower of the Day: 29.05.2016 Tradescantia