Memories Are Butterflies And MY Mind A Net Catching Them.

I've always enjoyed listening to Kate Bush. I find all of her music sets me off into a dream like state. Sometimes the music is sad and beautiful at the same time. She is most compelling in all the albums she has made.

She seemed to go off of the radar for some time and I forgot about her as I grew older. I remembered being enthralled by her Wuthering Heights song when I first started work back in 1977 and 1978. I bought all of her early albums but then as I got older and married, I took on more responsibilities and forgot about many of the kind and nostalgic things I enjoyed as a youngster.

Now I am 55 and much older than the 16 year old who had just left school and was discovering the finer things of the world. 

Then I stumbled across the 50 Words For Snow Album - a recent work of Kate Bush. I say recent though it is still a few years old now. It is an absolute peach of an album. It is wonderful to listen to when travelling by car in solitude along the motorway, approaching London and the memories of my younger days. 

The music is so haunting. There are so many wonderful memories that I find myself chasing and my mind bursts with ideas. I feel so happy with my 55 years of age and the nostalgia of chasing memories like they are butterflies fluttering about, and my mind is the net catching such exquisite feelings and kind thoughts. Even sad ones of those who are no longer with me. Not necessarily dead but long moved on.

My old friends during my coming of age years when we lived for Friday and Saturday nights. The times of wonderful friends and night life for young people coming of age. Then drifting into relationships of marriage and children. Trails and tribulations all of the way and then one day after all of the hectic years you stop and look back along the road of your journey through life.

Up to now, I feel fortunate and this particular Kate Bush album - 50 Words For Snow - allows me to drift while driving my car back to London to visit my old Dad. The journey takes a couple of hours and I ride the emotions of life going there in wonderful clutches of memory for the place I lived when coming of age and enjoying the world in a new way from the old way I continue to enjoy now.


     

The Steam Train at Sheringham Station

My wife, Carole does love a day out in the sticks. We live close to the Norfolk border in Fenland and enjoy the coastal road of the A149 as it goes past King's Lynn and along the coastal road. There are so many quaint little villages and towns along the way.

On Sunday, we got up with no general plan. It was cold. Icy cold, but the sky was clear blue. On the spur of the moment, we decided to hop in the car and go to a seaside town called Sheringham along the A149 Norfolk coastal road that I mentioned. We got into the car and set off on a merry way.

Carole put her REM CD on in the car and we cruised along to King's Lynn and then onto the coastal road. Along the way, everything looked like summer from the warmth of our car because the day was so clear and blue. However, when we stopped and got out the cold had that crisp bite to it. We passed through a number of villages and passed a stately home called Holkham Hall where the 7th Earl of Leicester lives. There is a huge nature reserve around and Carole saw a Peregrine Falcon in the trees on the seaward side of the road. There were bird watchers with tripods out in groups. I wanted to stop but had a couple of cars behind me. Therefore I missed the moment and went on passed Wells Next the Sea.

We arrived at Sheringham some time later and decided to have a fried breakfast. This we did, but not before I got some snaps of an old steam engine that was at Sheringham station. We had a pleasant walk around the town after breakfast and then went back stopping at Wells Next the Sea for another look around. The place was rammed with day trippers. - a bustling hive of activity. All in all, a very pleasant Sunday.

I was pleased to see the steam train, but I would have loved to have got a photo shot of the Peregrine Falcon too. Still, there will be other days.

Mother Nature Bestowed Her Blessing Upon Our Work Crew This Morning

We set off from the works yard towards the Fenland town of Whittlesey today. We are just beginning to see the daylight creeping up, over the fields, earlier each morning as the daylight draws out. Spring is approaching. Because the day was clear though rather cold, we were all in high spirits. We were travelling in the bin lorry across the Fenland farms. The conversation was light hearted and good. The driver Alex was enthusiastic about some of his various projects while Dave and myself spoke of things too. 

Alex got onto the subject of cameras and how good the morning would look with the river we were driving parallel with. Suddenly he pulled the lorry into a lay by and we jumped out to catch the morning promise of a fine day to be. We took several shots with our mobile phone cameras. The day was full of promise and passed very pleasantly for all of us. Mother Nature bestowed her blessing upon our work crew nice and early this morning. The day went well and was very pleasant - very pleasant indeed.