Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Columns and Vertical Line(s)

Castle Waldegg 08.06.2018

One of the golden balls on a pillar outside our local castle.

Road to Langendorf 09.05 (2)

If you want to build something in Switzerland, it is law to make an outline with poles to show how it will fit into the landscape and to give the people time to object. This will be the last block of flats on our estate and an objection has been made, so the building is now delayed.

Storks 10.06 (2)

The local stork family perched on its high nest.

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Columns and Vertical Line(s)

RDP#12: Atavism

Recurrence of traits of an ancestor in a subsequent generation

Sissinghurst farm

Who were our ancestors? Some of us might know and some, like myself, inherit photos from your grandmother and 50 years later are still trying to find out who is who. Gran was the only surviving daughter with 11 brothers and was the youngest. They were all farm labourers in  Sussex, a state in the South of England. No-one was rich, but they managed. She was born in Sissinghurst Castle, so that must be something, although not the actual castle, but the so-called priest’s house. The priest had disappeared years before gran was born. I remember her as a small woman, very quiet and she baked wonderful little cakes, all from the country inheritance.

One day a gentleman from the East End of London, a cockney, was visiting relatives in the same village where my grandmother lived, and whether it was love at first sight I do not know. My dad told me that grandad was already engaged to another lady, broke off the engagement and married my grandmother. Grandmother moved from her quiet sheltered country life to the hustle and bustle and dirt of the streets of London. She never spoke cockney, but kept her nice country accent. I am not sure if traits have been repeated in my part of the family, but I used to bake cakes now and again.

This photo was taken at Sissinghurst at the hop harvest, the fruits used for brewing beer. It is probably my grandmother at the front with one of her brothers, but I am not sure. I have no idea who these people are, but bear with me when I do a reblog of something I wrote some years ago based on this photo.

“Mrs. Relf we are only have our photo done, not going to see the queen.“

“What is that supposed to mean Jed Gurr. I have put my best hat on for this photo. Not everyday that Mr. Stickells calls to us in the fields to make one of those pictures. You can talk, trimming your beard would have been a good idea. I won’t be having you standing next to me in the picture.”

“Don’t worry Mrs. Relf, I will be at the back in any case. I don’t know why the likes of me have to be there. I’ve got work to do. This picture thing is not going to pick any hops for us is it?.”

“Well, look at that here comes  Mrs. Edwards with her best hat on as well.” And Jed Gurr gave Mrs. Edwards a glance of amusement.

“Good morning Frieda” said Mrs. Relf “

“Morning Agnes” answered Frieda Edwards “Lovely day for a photo.”. She turned to her son that was walking alongside of his mother. “Reuben stop running around in that mud, you are going to make your shoes dirty.”

“Come on mum, Mr. Stickells won’t be taking any of those pictures of my feet. It is going to be my face that he is interested in.”

“Well that’s true” said his mother “So did we wash our ears this morning and what’s that grubby mark on your face. Been eating the squire’s raspberries again.?”

“Oh, leave him Frieda” said Agnes Relf “nothing that a bit of spit and a wipe of the pinafore won’t clean off.”

So Frieda Edwards decided Agnes was right and went to work on Reuben’s face. It was clean afterwards but Reuben was not very happy.

“Ow, mum that hurt, didn’t have to rub like that.”

“Well at least you are clean now. What about you Jed Gurr, you could have at least trimmed your beard.”

“Oh, leave him Frieda. He reckons he will be at the back of the photo, because he wants to get away quickly to pick some hops. Look who’s coming, more people here now than you see at the church on Sunday morning, Joan Baldock and her son Jason. Morning Joan, morning Jason. Are you joining in on the picture.”

“It was mum’s idea” said Jason “She told me to put on my best hat and jacket for the picture.”

“I would think so too, Jason. It is not every day we have our picture taken. Just imagine me and my son on a picture together, never been done before. Jed Gurr, make sure you stand behind me. I don’t want that scruffy beard of yours down at the front.”

“Now what have you all got against my beard. I combed it special for the picture. I won’t be at the front. All this new fangled stuff about pictures. Who wants to see me anyhow. I’m here to earn money by picking hops.”

“We all know that Jed Gurr. You are the one that drinks most of the beer down in the inn in the evening, so you have to make sure enough hops are picked to be brewed. “ and Agnes Relf gave Jed Gurr a disapproving glance.

“Now what’s going on, having a go at you are they Jed”. The sisters Emily and Isabel Pankhurst arrived on the scene. Both spinsters, but always there when something interesting was going on in the village.

“Nice day to have a picture taken” Emily said and Isabel nodded in agreement.

The Pankhurst sisters always agreed on everything
“Well I must say everyone is looking their best. I told Emily we ought to put on our best hats, you never know who might see the picture one day.” And Emily nodded in approval. She nodded in approval at everything Isabel said. They were not twins, Isabel was the oldest, but only by a year, but that year meant respect when you lived in a small country village.

“Even Reuben has nice bright and shiny face.”

“Well that’s cos me mum spit on her pinafore and rubbed it up.”

“I should think so to Reuben” his mum said “can’t have you with a dirty face on a picture now can we.”

“You are right Frieda Edwards, what would Mr. Stickells say when he arrives.”

“Talking of Mr. Stickells and his picture machine, about time he was here. I have work to do.”

“You and work, Jed Gurr, now that’s new. Thinking more about the time the inn opens up.”

“Oh leave him Agnes, as long as he stands at the back who cares.” And Emily Pankhurst found her sister Isabel was right.

“Look mum” Reuben Edwards was getting excited “Mr. Stickells is coming down the road with his three legged stand and big photo machine. Mrs. Crabb is with him as well.”

“Trust Philadelphia Crabb to want to join in on the picture.” Said Reuben’s mother. “She’s not from this village, but on the other side of the river. Only moved in a couple of years back and already thinks she belongs. “

“Morning ladies and gentlemen” said Mr. Stickells. “So are we already for having our picture made. Now get yourselves nicely organised. As I can see it we are going to make a nice picture. I think we will put the gentleman with the beard at the back in the middle and the ladies forming a row in front. The lady with her son should stand together on the right. Take these flowers in you arm I brought with me as a prop, brightens up the photo a bit, especially with your son standing next to you. Now let’s have the young man at the front on the right. But somethings missing. Can’t have a young lad on his own. Whose the girl standing over there watching.“

“That’s Reuben’s sister” said Frieda Edwards “she has just finished her work in the diary.”

“Well, young lady you come over here, take up a branch of hops like your brother and stand right next to him. Now all we need is that basket in front and I think that will be perfect. The sunlight is just right and the hops are a nice frame to the picture. Ok, everyone don’t breath, stand still, it won’t take long.”

Mr. Stickells put his head under the black cloth on the camera and pressed the button. And this photo is a moment in time in a village somewhere in East Sussex.

RDP#12: Atavism

Good Morning

Evening Sky 11.06.2018

This was my last look at the evening sky yesterday evening when the light still permitted a photo. We had a very rainy day but sometime in the afternoon the sun arrived and stayed until the late evening, when the storms moved in again. During the night it was torrential rain and thunder. I supposed the summer weather would not be complete without some variety.

Needless to say I stayed at home, although the morning was an event not to be forgotten. I went shopping, on my own, with the car. Mr. Swiss had to go somewhere, so we decided it would be my duty. This was the first shopping trip I had done alone with the car for more than a year. Was I excited? Thinking about it did cause a little unrest, but as soon as I was sitting behind the steering wheel I was ready to go. I could even turn the key with one hand which means the numb feeling in my right hand is improving. And so I was ready to go, but wait, there is a little red picture  showing the left side of the seat. Silly me, I forgot to fasten my safety belt, after all who needs one.

Garage Door 23.04.2018

I approached the exit to the garage, fumbled around for the remote door opener and I was out, not before looking if there was any approaching traffic right or left. You never know, the eyes of the neighbours might have been watching my escape. The roads were almost empty, did Mr. Swiss warn them I that I was coming?

Road to Langendorf 16.10 (4)

I arrived safely at the supermarket and even ventured to the upper floor parking which is closer to the supermarket entrance. At the second attempt I parked perfectly, although I made sure that I could take the middle empty parking space between two other empty spaces, that is always a good solution. Of course all the sales assistants that knew me asked what I had done with Mr. Swiss. I assured them he was still alive but let me out on my own. Actually it was fun shopping alone, I could compose my meals without having to ask and this time I took my photos of the latest plant sensations outside before doing my shopping. Otherwise I have to steal some time when the shopping is finished.


After the rains had stopped for a while during the afternoon I had a look at my hostas. They are now even flowering and the leaves are developing. Even our gardener always remarks that he has never seen such large hosta leaves. Of course, I feed them now and again on blood (of course not, but the gardener did give me a strange look).

These are my green hostas, on the other side of the garden I have the yellow and green type, but they are not doing as well as these.


I then saw this sitting on a leaf, almost hidden. I realised this was the culprit, the one biting chunks out of the leaves. A common garden slug. There are probably many of them munching away in the undergrowth, they love the rain. It is now clear where the holes in the leaves are originating. I decided to let this slug make the most of his last supper before I throw anti slug corns everywhere. Last year I did not see one slug, but this year they are back with reinforcements.

I am a little later today but it is cleaning lady day when she looks after my bathroom and shower. This week she will return in the afternoon for an hour for the kitchen, that is on a two weekly schedule. She does the job perfectly and I am satisfied with her work.

Time to move on, see you around and enjoy the day, it can only get better.

Rain in front garden