RDP Thursday: Farm

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I live in farming country. Our village is Switzerland is surrounded by farms. If I decided to go somewhere, usually in my wheelchair, the first sight I see are the horses behind the local railway tracks. I always make a stop for a few photos. Sometimes there are just a few horses, and often there are many.  And so I wheel on, cross the road and yes, I arrive at the next farm.

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This is the real McCoy where the farmer plants the crops. I must be quite honest, growing up in London where the only crops we saw were the weeds growing between the paving stones, I have no idea what is what, but I believe this is barley. The field was planted next to the local castle.

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Fields are everywhere, every spare space of land is planted with a crop. Now and again there is an empty field, where they just let the grass grow.

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These are left to the cows for breakfast, dinner and tea. They are not fussy about the menu plan. as long as it is green and grassy. In the winter they get the dry version known as hay. If you can chew it, that is all that matters.

We are still in the castle grounds, and moving further down we get to the chicken coup.

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Even chickens come in all shapes and sizes. These are the aristocrats, the silky breed. They usually keep themselves to themselves and apparently love to brood.

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The average chicken is not so fussy and even shares its pastures with a couple of goats now and again.

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And let us not forget the geese. They always seem to have something to cackle.

It is a mixture of neighing, mooing, cackling and crowing as you approach the farm, accompanied with the noise of the farmer’s tractor, even if it is only muck spreading. That is life out in the country, and I would not want to exchange it for anything else.

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RDP Thursday: Farm

FOWC with Fandango: Gratis

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Here it is, my Swiss nectarine tart. Nothing special. I baked it this morning just after breakfast. Usually we make them with apples or apricots, any fruit really, but not so much nectarines and now I know why. Nectarines have a large stone in the middle something like a peach and the flesh of the fruit does not like to leave the stone on its own, so I had to carve it away. It was also quite juicy dripping everywhere, but I did it.

Gratis? I had to buy the nectarines and the pastry, but otherwise the work was a labour of love. Mr. Swiss enjoyed it, my son enjoyed it and even I enjoyed it. The enjoyment is gratis.

FOWC with Fandango: Gratis

Fandango’s Provocative Question #27:

If you could choose one — and only one — particular malady, condition, or disease for which a safe and effective treatment was available, what one condition would you choose to treat and why is that your choice

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I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes 30 years ago, but have it under control. Keep to a good diet, and it might or might not work.

That was one problem, but about 3 years ago I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis and that is something else. It is very likely that I had been dragging it around for at least  30 years, but with increasing accidents for no apparent reason it was decided by my doc to have a thorough examination. I always had balance problems, but it was wrongly said I had problems with the ears. They did a spinal tap, various eye tests and about 3 scans: one body scan, one brain scan and a third on the lungs as often MS can be confused with a lung disease. The case was clear with the results, it was MS. There is no cure for MS. There are various medicines available and I am now on something called Betaforen which slows down the symptoms.

What are my symptoms: fatigue, although under control is the main one. My legs no longer do the job so well, and after falling and breaking my left fibula just over a year ago, I can no longer lift my left foot. When I get into my car I have to physically lift my left leg to put it into the car. We all grow old. I did not expect that old means no longer able to do what you used to do. All you plans of holidays, retirement, having fun are replaced with annual check ups, and waiting to see what happens next. I take it as it comes, I cannot influence anything, and there is no cure for MS, although research is being made. I have developed a very intersting walk, something like the Monty Python feature about the Ministry for funny walks.

My method to overcome this problem is to keep your eyes open and take what you can to improve it. I was in the lucky situation of having enough money to buy myself an electric wheelchair for transport. I have my own car to ensure my mobility, My neurologist persuaded me not to give up driving and I am glad. In the meanwhile my husband, 8 years older than me, will be 80 years old this year and is also no longer as mobilie as he was. He has a back problem, and in spite of my MS I am the one that everyone depends on in the family. Mr. Angloswiss no longer drives the car. I am still able to do the housework, although I now also have a cleaning lady for bathroom, shower and kitchen because I can no longer risk climbing ladders and reaching the awkward places.

Otherwise I just keep going. I am perhaps one of the lucky ones that still has everything under control. I have even become a half profi nurse with my mix injections which I always do myself. I have good treatment in Switzerland, a good neurologist and a nurse who organises my injection material. I am expecting a delivery tomorrow which will be enough for the next three months. I organised myself a fridge which I keep in the basement in my laundry room and my delivery arrives by special post delivery in cool boxes. I unpack them and give them to the postman to return them. Everything under control. At home I can still move around with my walker, or stick, even unaided although I must be very careful. If I fall I have to call for the ambulance men to pick me up again because there is no-one at home that can do it.

And that’s that. And please one day let their be a cure for MS.

Fandango’s Provocative Question #27:

FOWC with Fandango: Orbit

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I was watching a TV programme a few days ago. Do you realise that our skies are full of junk. Every rocket, satellite and spyware that is sent into orbit around our world stays put, unless of course it might explode and break through the earth’s atmosphere which rarely happens luckily. Otherwise we would run the risk of being knocked unconscious by or being killed by a metal casing or strange object falling from the sky. A Swiss might be herding his cows and suddenly find a statellite, a sputnik, landing in the milk can.

Some time ago I fitted an app onto my iPad called SkyView on the recommendation of No. 2 son. Once you have this app you can hold your iPad towards the sky and you can see them all. I just took the above photo from what would be circulating outside my window towards East, although naturally not directly. A few hundreds of thousands or whatever space miles away in the sky.

The dots with a white round frame are objects, not stars or planets, but objects. As you get closer you find they are named as rocket parts. On the particular view I got we have Hubble, the NASA space telescope hovering around on the left and on the right our space station, although for what purpose a space station is I am not sure. The big round thing with the rings at the top is Saturn. If I had captured a little more I would have got Jupiter just out of the picture at the top. But our planets have been there from the beginning, so they have earned their place in orbit.

In other words, orbit has now become a word for a metal junk collection. It would probably cost too much to gather them all together and bring them back, and where would we put them all? Although it seems that intentions are there to design a garbage collecting space object to capture them all which will even return to Earth. Better to leave them up circulating over our heads, you never know what little green men with three eyes or other strange creations might have found our rocket remainders to be a comfortable home. It was an interesting programme and unbelievable what is circulating above our heads. Let us hope that they decide to stay where they are.

FOWC with Fandango: Orbit

RDP Tuesday: Lost

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I am really loving my new car, although no longer so new as I have now had it since six months almost. This car thinks for me. So today I approached our village and the local railway barriers began to peep and descend. No problem, you have enough warning and there I was sitting at the front with a nice opportunity to take a few photos with my mobile phone camera whilst waiting.

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And then the train began to approach. My wonderful new car, which seems to be possessed with a brain and thought process, realised that the train was approaching. Somehow it must have received a secret signal from a mysterious unknown ghost. When my car waits, I, of course have my foot on the break, but the motor cuts out. Somewhere it is still there in the shadows waiting to start, but you hear nothing. The train was drawing nearer and suddenly my motor sprang to life. It began to pulsate, to vibrate and told me I am ready to go. Of course I did not go, but was waiting for the barriers to lift and give me free journey. This car really thinks for me. It communicates, it tells me to get ready.

It had already surprised on my way home. It was steady traffic and I was driving within the speed limit with a nice safe distance to the car in front of me. We were all cruising along and the driver in front was probably falling asleep at the wheel. He did not have a robot driven car like I have and so he made a sudden breaking movement as he realised the traffic in front of him was slowing down. What did my little Skoda do? It noticed this idiot in front and peeped quite loudly. I automatically put my foot down on the brakes when it gets excited. Well done Skoda. I did a breaking  movement, still had plenty of space, but Skoda was telling me stay away from the idiot in front. My car has a second name, “clever” and it is very clever. Oh to be back behind the steering wheel again.

You never feel lost with a such a clever car.

RDP Tuesday: Lost

RDP Monday: Balm

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In Switzerland we have everything
Even a village called Balm
It is halfway up a mountain
And today is very calm

Balm and Günsberg

There is a castle in the hang
Almost crumbled away
But now is under national protection
And so is here to stay

In the olden days there might be a fight
Today said it was a cave dwelling
I do not know who lived there
Had certainly no bricks for selling

Balm

The view from the top looked over the land
You could see as far as Bern
Invading armies had no chance
They were seen and had to turn

If you want to know more
I can give you a leading wink
Just click on the following words
It is a computer link
Balm Ruins

RDP Monday: Balm