Earth to Earth, Crust to Crust...

When I felt the slight shudder and heard the impending doom and rumble of a runaway freight train in January 2011 and realised I had jokingly *survived* my second earthquake, I never for one moment stopped to think about the horror of loss and absolute utter devastion from a quake zone.

As the death toll rises in Christchurch, New Zealand, news is released of the first identified Brit to fall victim to the anger and savagery of the disaster. Sadly, one of North Yorkshire's talented soldiers has fallen whilst on his own around the world adventure. Sleep tight Instinct, music lives forever.

Picture Courtesy of Courier Mail, Australia

Whacky Races

It was time to say farewell to my beloved shed on wheels. The ninky nonk has served me well and no doubt has many tales to tell of our journeys, mishaps and episodes. To this today, I remain silent about the magnetic forces of skips but the attraction and repel left it's mark. Our expeditions together and mystery tours into the unknown have not always gone to plan but the car has never failed me and sheltered me from many a storm. *sigh*

So after much agonising, searching, deliberating and penny pinching, I found myself behind the steering wheel of a Ford Motor Company automotive. Henry, would have been proud of me, as I ignored all the technical gadgetry and was merely concerned about the music options, the spare wheel and the colour. Would a black exterior match my red dress, cloak and lip gloss or would I look far too vampish for the leafy lanes of North Yorkshire... ?

The new car is hardly a Tin Lizzy, Thunderbird or Mustang, but it screams silently at me - "drive me, race me, take me". So there I was, besotted by it's shapely contours and sex appeal... and suddenly I am scribbling on the dotted line with my quill and ink and then handed the keys.

“Any customer can have a car painted any colour that he wants so long as it is black”. statement by Henry Ford, before my time!

So despite collaborating with a super power of a motor company and probably funding some espionage in Middle Earth... it's out there on the drive sending astral projections messages to me begging me to play out when it's bed time! How can one resist it's charms? :)

Off the beaten track

Well... after an adventure into the unknown without my flak jacket and teflon coating... I have returned... Are you sitting comfortably, then we shall begin.



Once upon a time, Red Riding Hood had one of those moments of lust, intrigue and the desire to go on a journey... what Red Riding Hood forgot to do was consult the stars and think about this with her head screwed on. So she packed up her troubles into the red spotty suitcase (hankies and sticks are just not big enough for a modern girls wardrobe) and caught the Chattanooga Choo Choo to the big smoke.


The big smoke was a huge vast city landscape and not paved with gold as the critics had suggested. Instead, it was a billboard for commercialism, greed and consumerism... something Little Miss Red was not prepared for, still it was an adventure and not all adventures are what they seem. After a while; the glitzy shimmer started to rust, [chapter deleted and memory banked] the promise was betrayed and it was time to head home to the Bubble of Tranquility.


The suitcase is returned to the cobwebby cupboard, the red cloak hung back on the peg at the back of the door, the little red dress patched up and pressed and the red spotty hankies tears wrung out to dry.

Moral to the Story: Expeditions are for adventurers only and not girls from the frozen North.

Tomorrow is a bright new day though... which I am so looking forward to! :)

Dusting off demons.

The cobwebs and dust from the previous year seem to have settled and it is time I returned to this miscellany of mundane musings.

The kaleidoscope of thoughts and emotions continue to spill onto the blotting paper of life and are often placed misguidingly onto the hopes and dreams of others.

So set against a backdrop of pending doom

(restructure, redundancy, redeployment and random choices)

the intention is to capture the moments of happiness, freedom, resilience and turning points.

Hold onto your seats, I think 2011 will be a bumpy ride...