Photo Challenge: Place in the World

Stork 02.05.2018 (4)

Can you see the stork in the photo.  It is winging its way towards the Bernese Middleland. The white building in the background is part of the estate where I live. Now this stork is flying in the right direction. The stork that dropped me into Bethnal Green, in the East End of London in 1946 probably lost his way in the smog of the London streets. I arrived in the wrong place and stayed for 20 years. It should have continued on its journey to Switzerland, where I have now been living for the past 51 years, because that is where I belong.

The streets of London with their smell of damp concrete after the rain was never something I treasured. I would escape when I could and take a train to the greener areas. I was so annoyed with that stork.

It took some time, but eventually I found where I should have been dropped. I was now in my twenties when I arrived in the green fields of Switzerland. I looked around and eventually arrived in a little village with about 900 human inhabitants and almost as many cows, hedgehogs, some ducks, horses and yes storks, although they lived in another village. They have a colony but like to fly around to see where the next baby should be delivered. I am now in the most perfect place. I do not need a big town, if a river runs through it it is OK. I have my river at the bottom of the path, a castle on a hill and it is all surrounded by trees, and flowers, with forests to complete the bliss.

Photo Challenge: Place in the World

One Word Photo Challenge: Pelican

Pelican fish

A real pelican, that bird that has his own food supply hanging from his beak? No, not in SwitzIerland, unless I happen to visit the zoo. Undaunted I continued on my search for a Pelican and what did I find. Our local supermarket stocks a fish range, under the name of Pelican. I decided on a photo of their frozen snails. I do not mind eating snails, they can be tasty, but more herb butter that snail. The snails schrink in their shell when being cooked.

One Word Photo Challenge: Pelican

Daily Prompt: Laughter


Even pansies lose their sense of humour and can only glare at you instead of laughing. I remember when I was a kid and the camera would suddenly appear. Mum was ready for a photo. It was either a holiday photo somewhere on a beach or in front of a caravan, or it might be Christmas. The main thing was to smile for the photo, or she would say “say cheeese” which was supposed to provoke a nice smily mouth. Of course I obliged.

I used to laugh at comedy programmes on the radio or TV. There was The Goon Show, Hancocks Half Hour, the American Sergeant Bilko, I love Lucy, The George Burns and Gracie Allen Show. That was good enjoyable laughing. Later there was more satire involved with Monty Python and Michael Bentine, but today? There is no longer genuine laughs. I watch the british TV and notice all the laughs are canned, from a recording of laughs. There is no audience, but all takes place in the clinical atmosphere of a studio.

My laughter today is taken from the real life situations. When my grandson laughs, I laugh with him. I often have a laugh to myself when reading a humorous book, although that is when everyone wonders what I am laughing at.

And now I will prepare myself for my next physio therapy, I can even see the funny side of that, especially when I do my newly developed walking without support, something like a duck waddle.

Daily Prompt: Laughter

Ducks 03.03 (19)

Good Morning

Clouds 08.05 (2)

Not the morning sky, but yesterday early evening. This morning it is just blue with a big sun somewhere and although blue skies are good, a little monotonous for the camera. I was on my way yesterday evening after tea. Mr. Swiss had to go to the doc yesterday afternoon and it gets a bit complicated when he is not at home  if I go for a trip in my wheelchair. He opens the main door for me and when I return. I can do it myself, but a little complicated by fixing the door to stay open. I had a comfortable afternoon outside with my computer and decided to go in the evening somewhere.

Cows 08.05 (2)

There were still some cows out on the pastures, but it seemed to me they were biding their time until the farmer decided to put them to bed in their various barns. They love having their photos taken.

Although it was evening it was still warm enough to wear a t-shirt. There was a light breeze but no sign of rain. I have a plan when I want to get into the fresh air. I noticed I really need to get out and my wheelchair is the perfect solution. I am so glad for my wheelchair. I can no longer walk to places without support and a walker is not ideal for tramping paths and taking photos. I allowed myself the luxury of my own electric transport system and it is ideal. I told the doc yesterday it was really perfect for me living where I am to get out, even along the river bank. He asked if it was not a little difficult on the path, but I told him a little bumpy sometimes, but no big problem.

Chickens 08.05 (1)

On my way I noticed that the chickens were gathered outside one of their houses, probably preparing for the night inside. There are foxes around at night and it would not be safe for a chicken outside, although they also attempt to get into the houses.I noticed there was one chicken outside the wire fence. They sometimes squeeze through, but she had lost the way and was walking up and down trying to find a gap back to home. I would have helped her, but am not sure if lifting chickens over wire fences is a good idea. I am not sure if they are sociable creatures.

Ducks 08.05 (3)

The ducks are content to stay where they are. They live in luxury with their own nests and even swimming pool.

And I heard the church clock, actually many church clocks, chiming 8.00 in the evening so decided it was time to return home. There was a stronger wind blowing  up, more than a breeze and so I put my chair into second gear and speeded on my way home. When I arrived my No. 2 son had arrived and was paying a visit. It seems my grandson is now making progress with creeping along the ground and this week was discovered standing in his bed, having hoisted himself up. He is now 8 months old and if this continues will probably soon be finding his feet to walk. I know it sounds a bit early, but No. 2 son was also walking at the age of 10 months.

And now to move on. There is a shopping excursion planned for this morning and I spent too much time hugging the bed. Afterwards I had to wait for a windows update to configure on my computer, before I could begin to write my daily contribution and now I have things to do. Enjoy the day. I will leave you with some pansies I met on my way home yesterday evening through the graveyard. I though there would be more action in between the gravestones in the evening, but I seemed to be the only living thing in the cemetery.

Pansy 08.05.2018