RDP Sunday: Sage


It is raining outside, we have winds approaching 100 kph and there are objects flying around and I am on the quest for sage. I battled against the storm and discovered my sage sitting firmly in the earth. I grow it in my herb bed and have done for many years. Last year it died and was replaced in Autumn.

I again had enough sage to qualify for my kitchen. At the beginning there were large leaves, but they were removed for my meat dishes, my Saltimbocca and the insides of the chickens that were roasted. Now this is the promise of what is to come. The leaves are developing, they will grow and again become the support of my kitchen herbs.

In the meanwhile they are biding their time and will again develop their aromatic leaves for the next year.

RDP Sunday: Sage

RDP Sunday: Gridiron

Ronaldo in pain

Gridiron? Are you saying that our British footballers (soccer players for those over the pond) are weak, cissies, scared of a ball that is round by the way. Yes, a round ball, nothing with points at the end. An oval ball does not even bounce. An oval ball that is not a ball, but more an egg and what can you do with it? Throw it and kick it and hold it down when you cross the line – acrobatics. The British juggle with their round ball, make passes and they do not wear suits of armour when on the field.

Look at Rinaldo laying in agony on the field. One of the best in Europe apparently, although not a Brit, something Portuguese, but he is a European. I took this photo myself. I was not at the UEFA Cup Final in 2008 when Manchester United (a British team) were playing as the match took place in Moscow against Chelsea, another British team. Rinaldo was playing for Manchester United and if you asked the ladies they would agree at the time that he was the best looking man on a football pitch. I was watching the match from the safety of my living room on the TV and took a few photos, hence the quality being not so good.

Ronaldo being ignored in his pain whilst the others have a discussion

And here we see Rinaldo again still laying in agony on the ground and being ignored by the other players, the poor man. Do you see a suit of armour, a helmet, padded shoulders? No we Brits play naurally, shaking off bruises, cuts and broken bones, it is all part of the game.

And before you think I have something with Rinaldo, he is really not my type.

Van der Sar ready for action

This is my hero, Erwin Van Der Sar, the dutch Manchester United goalkeeper who was announced man of the match on this occasion. Not only a good goalie, but a good looker (on my estimate). Notice he also wears no protective clothing, he faces the ball with bravery. His bones are iron, not a grid.

I remember the days of the Super Bowl when my No. 2 son was still living with mum and dad and would visit his colleagues, stay up all night (because of the time change) and watch the match. He actually understood American Football and explained it all to me, but his mother was not convinced. She spent her youthful years standing behind the goal watching either West Ham United, or Leyton Orient on Saturday afternoons, the players  just clad in shorts and t-shirts, and braving all the attacks from the opposing team.

And by the way Manchester United won the match against Chelsea, The result was actually a draw 1:1 but they played half an hour longer and even then the result was not achieved. It was decided  by a penalty shoot out, and there Erwin was the star saving the penalty that won the match for Manchester United with a result of 6:5.

Gridiron? This was British grit.

Ferdinand and Ronaldo with the cup

RDP Sunday: Gridiron

RDP Sunday: Flight

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Meet the red kite. Not that I am a bird expert, but seeing the title of this prompt reminded me of one of the few times where I really got a chance to take photos of a bird in flight. It was in 2017, one of the last journeys that Mr. Swiss and I did. It was not so far away, just up a local mountain, the Balmberg,  which even had a road to the top and a bus, although we went by car. Mr. Swiss saw the Kites first of all, recognising them by the forked feathers of their tail. It was a Milan in German so I had to look up the english name. Being a Brit from London town,  I only really knew pigeons and sparrows.

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And then we saw a pair flying above our heads.

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The are quite big birds and I was fascinated.

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And this one decided to land in front of me, although a bit of a muddled photo.

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And that was my experience of taking photos of flying birds. Of course I have made my experience with local swans and ducks, but that is more luck than judgement. Swans you can hear before you see them, sounding like the take off of a jet plane, but the kites were alone with me on a mountain and it was a flying show they were offering. The more they flew, the higher they got.

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And that was a great memory of a day on the Balmberg. I might go again once, but next time I will be driving the car and I am not so keen on driving up mountains, although in Summer it is quite a good drive. It is only half an hour away from where I live, if the going is good. Now and again the big birds might visit us in the lowlands, so look out for the forked tail.

RDP Sunday: Flight

RDP Sunday: Pet

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Where do the pets come from? Anywhere and everywhere I suppose. Perhaps a lonely little kitten might be found, or a cat wander into you home for no apparent reason and you are adopted as pet owner. Or like my niece that was travelling through Europe and saw a little huskie in a pet shop window in Greece delivered to the burning sun through the window. She passed by a few days and then decided to put an end to its misery and promptly bought the dog. It was called okra, named after a green bean sort, also known as lady’s fingers. Okra passed away a couple of years ago after reaching a very good age, still being with my niece, who had a family with two boys in the meanwhile.

My mum was anti pet, and never allowed me to have the dog I always wanted. Pets cost money and we had not very much Eventually we had a cat, but this was more for reasons of a mouse plague we had in the old houses of the East End of London. Plague was too much said, perhaps we saw one or two during the year, but that was two too many for mum. There was a panic every time she saw one. Our little cat, Whisky, stayed many years and was almost 20 years old when he eventually went to the feline hunting grounds. He never really actually caught a mouse, I think he was more into playing with them, but mum was happy.

The years passed by and I migrated to Switzerland and had four kids to bring up and no pets. Then one day I had the offer of a kitten from a friend. I had to convince Mr. Swiss that a cat would complete the family – the kids were now living their own lives somewhere. He reluctantly said yes but told me we were not equipped. I said no problem as in the meanwhile I had bought all the necessary articles for a cat life. He was most impressed when I said I even had the carrying cage for transport. And so we had our first cat. Unfortunately she was stung by a wasp in the garden, had an allergy and died at the age of 8 months. Before Mr. Swiss had a chance to say no more cats (we were devastated) I had already organised the next felines – this time there were two from a litter of four, the same mother cat as our first.

And so Nera and Tabby moved in. I also had a friend that bred cats (see photo above) and specialised in the breed of Selkirk Rex. I would often visit her at her farm and she had rooms full of kittens it seemed to me. She was the expert and I decided to adopt my third cat, a Selkirk Rex kitten. I again managed to use friendly persuasion with Mr. Swiss and so our other two cats had to move over. I would add that the newcomer, Fluffy,  was not actually welcomed with open paws, more claws, but they all survived, avoiding each other when necessary.

I now have one cat, Tabby, approaching 17 years next April

Why cats? They are independent selfish little creatures, but like a cuddle now and again. In the meanwhile Tabby has taken over and has organised us all. She even does a daily blog.

3 cats and a tuna fish supper

A rare photo of Fluffy, my Selkirk Rex, Tabby and Nera – where tuna fish food was concerned they were always in agreement with each other.

RDP Sunday: Pet

RDP Sunday: Timely

Solothurn Clock
If you ever visit the town of Solothurn in Switzerland you will have to hurry. Our day only has 22 hours: 11 at midday and 11 at midnight. 11 is the magic number of the town. If you have decided to stay a few days, then remember that everything must be done in time. You have two hours less daily.. The clock even chimes 11 strokes at midday and midnight together with the Solothurn song.

The Biberstein Sisters are a local group, four sisters and I would add, just to say, that the lady on the left is a very good friend of mine. The song may sound familiar and appears in many countries with other words. Our version translated says “It was always like this”.

Oufi Beer sign - Weststadt

Our town even brews its own beer known as “Oufi Bier” which translated is “11 Bier”.

St. Urs steps towards Kronegasse

Not to mention the stone steps leading to our cathedral. There are 33 steps, divisible by 11 of course and fountains?

Simson Fountain 24.11.2018

Yes, Solothurn has 11 fountains, how could it be otherwise.

And I nearly forgot, the official beginning of the Solothurn carnival is on 11th November, although the processions and festivities are in the following Feburary in the next year. Solothur has a carnival tradition and preparations have to be made. The various organisations begin their preparations on 11th November.

Yes, time is something with another meaning in Solothurn. We have our own.

RDP Sunday: Timely

RDP Sunday Fill-in: Partner

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Swans appear in pairs on our river. No matter what the time of the year, they float around together and often synchronise their movements, although there two decided to see what was available in food on the bed of the river.

I read that their partnership remains for years, breeding families annually.

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No matter how big the cygnets are, they stay with mum and dad for quite a while, at least the first year of their life, until the ugly ducklings became beautiful swans and they stay on our river. Often you find them swimming with dad or mum at the front and the partner at the back. The River Aare is a long river reaching from the lower Aare glacier in the Bernese Highlands of Switzerland and eventually flowing into the Rhine near Koblenz in Switzerland, so they have plenty of space to swim along.

Mum and dad stay with their babies until they are ready for a life of their own. The partnership of swans is a long term association and if one dies the other mourns its passing and often remains alone for the remainder of its life.

RDP Sunday Fill-in: Partner

RDP Sunday: Dirt

Vacuum Cleaner

This is part of one of my Dyson dirt sucking machines, know as vacuum cleaner.  Dirt is everywhere we know. Even our food grows in dirt, but that is different dirt, the home of insects and substances that encourage food plants to grow. Now we are talking about the dirt at home, the eternal battle to keep it clean in case you have unexpected visitors, or just for the sack of hygiene.

My vacuum cleaner helps with this battle against the dirt, but where does the dirt go. At the bottom of this photo, on this model,  you see a horizontal plastic container where the dirt collects until there is so much dirt that it has to be emptied. This is where Mr. Swiss comes into the picture It is his job to empty the vacuum cleaner,  far too technical for me.

This morning he opened the dirt collecting part and said a few profanities due to the cloud of dust that decided to invade his breathing apparatus. Of course he gave me a detailed analysis of what it contained and what I should no longer suck into the entrails of the machine. I was not really listening and it was a repeat performance from the last time and the time before etc., but eventually the bowels of the machine were emptied and so tomorrow I can again begin to fill it again.

This again was the proof that dirt is everywhere and we women are fighting an eternal battle to conquer it. Note I mentioned earlier one of my Dyson machines. You can never have too many vacuum cleaners, and I have a larger more powerful version for the larger spaces. This was also emptied this morning so now we can all relax and breathe deeply again.

RDP Sunday: Dirt