Monday, November 26, 2012


The mother light is waning
Around the dimming world
The mother light is waning
On tall sails now unfurled

The mother light is waning
When joy sets sail to sea
The mother light is waning
For you and also for me
 
The mother light is waning
For our time not yet to hand
The mother light is waning
Until again she takes our hand

Sunday, November 25, 2012


Love is three monkeys
  Never seeing
    Never listening
      Never saying
        Always waiting

Saturday, November 24, 2012


It has been the November week of four birthdays so I hope everyone had a good time. Shame about the weather during the week but it is pretty much as we’d expect at this time of year. Well perhaps not as cold and frosty as it could be, but incredibly wet and windy.

I have now been out of work for 8 weeks and the time has simply flown by and I have also quit smoking. 3 weeks now and I’m really quite proud of that. Nick has also given up, (well in point of fact he quit first) and he has almost completed a month. I think he wanted to conquer it before he turned 50. So well done you!

Breda Murphy in Whalley

Our dear neighbour has been going here for years and I can see why. Simplistic and understated in design yet retains a personal and surprising convivial atmosphere for lunchtime meals.

The premises are part restaurant, part deli, part gift shop sitting in the old market town of Whalley. This ancient village hosts the ruins of an abbey and numerous artisan and specialist shops.

The food was impeccably cooked and presented and the balance of flavours well executed. Although the portions may appear to be on the small side (especially the main) by the end of the three courses we felt well fed and above all, (and this may be the most important consideration) contented. Overall it is much better to have less beautifully presented because dining then becomes also a visual experience which feeds the soul as well as the stomach.

I couldn’t fault the entire experience at Breda Murphy’s and that is a rare accolade; truly excellent.
5/5  
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Starter

Smoked chicken with braised chicken livers

Goats cheese quiche with red onion marmalade

Main

Sea bass fillet on creamed potato with hash brown, wilted spinach and a fennel Chou

Loin of lamb coated in crushed cumin with a mustard couscous and seasonal vegetables

Desert

Almond and Pear tart with vanilla ice cream

Apple and olive oil cake with salted butterscotch ice cream

Warm Whiskey & parsnip pudding with nutmeg Anglaise & vanilla ice cream

Coffee with a miniature homemade shortbread
 
Accompanying Wine – Australian Shiraz

Cost for 3 people £98
 

Tuesday, November 20, 2012


"As good for you today as it's always been."  - maybe but obviously not so good for the employees.

Premier Foods, the maker of the iconic Hovis bread, has announced it is to shut two bakeries and axe 900 jobs as part of plans to overhaul the struggling bread business.

From Wikipedia

The last major British television and cinema advertisement launched was in 2008 to promote its Hovis brand of bread. The 122-second piece name ‘Go On Lad’ was commissioned as part of a £15,000,000 brand relaunch designed to reverse Hovis' declining market share and profits. The commercial follows the journey of a young boy through 122 years of British history, from the establishment of the Hovis brand in 1886 to the current day. The campaign was handled by advertising agency Miles Calcraft Briginshaw Duffy. Production of the commercial itself was contracted to London-based production company Rattling Stick, with post-production handled by The Mill. It was directed by Ringan Ledwidge.

The advertisement, and its associated campaign, proved a popular, critical, and financial success. Its launch was covered by several national newspapers within the United Kingdom, including The Independent, The Daily Mail, and The Daily Mirror, on television programming such as the Granada Reports and Loose Women, and by over 300 local and national radio stations. Sales of Hovis products jumped by over £12,000,000 in the weeks following the launch of Go On Lad, and over 1,000 unsolicited letters and e-mails were sent to Hovis praising the piece. The campaign received dozens of awards from the advertising and television industries, including Gold’s at the Creative Circle Awards, the Marketing Society Awards, and the British Television Advertising Awards. In 2009, the British public voted ‘Go On Lad’ the best television commercial of the decade.
 
 

Date and Walnut Cake

 Ingredients

•125g dates (pitted)
•150g walnuts (in small chunks)
•300g self-raising flour
•300g soft butter
•4 eggs (beaten)
•300g light brown sugar
•½tsp cinnamon
•Milk (to achieve a soft dropping consistency)

 Method
 
·         Prepare the dates and the walnuts. Remove the stones from the dates and cut into pieces, break up the walnuts into smaller chunks. Blend with the flour and cinnamon and let rest.
·         Cream the butter with the sugar in a bowl, then beat in the egg
·         Add the flour, spice and date and walnut to the creamed mixture and stir well but gently. Do not over stir.
·         Obtain a soft, dropping consistency with a small amount of milk added if needed.
·         Put mixture into a 9 inch round spring form tin (line bottom with greaseproof paper)
·         Bake at 16oC for 1 1/2 hours on the middle shelf (150oC for 1hr 15 min fan oven)

Verdict – cooked well but might benefit from a tablespoon of Golden syrup added after the flour has been added to retain a little more moisture but omit the mlk if you do this. Some other older recipes soak the dates in orange juice and 1tsp of bicarbonate of soda but not sure about that as modern dates are pretty good and usually quite soft.
 
 

Sunday, November 18, 2012




Lost in hollow reflection
 Amongst the fallen leaves
  Till thought and time merge
   Within a sodden autumn day
    To deliver me always to spring

I will not seek comfort or hope
 Within a living wall of growth
  That I engendered and nurtured
   Till it grows beyond my span
    Changing future landscapes forever

I will wander today; till the light fails
 Then I shall sleep away the day in peace
  In a world that delivered me here now
   With naught but the breath of the autumn
    To wrap up this failing skin within

I will make of the day a lifetime
 For tomorrow may never come again
  For we are so many and we fail
   We do not endure nor transform
    But we create and we may love

I will make of my lifetime a wonder
 But I shall fail and then I will sleep
  And take away forever all my thoughts
   To my little new world of eccentricity
   Into the long, cold days of skyfall




Tomorrow come not this hour
 When hearts tremble
  Like a leaf on the wind
   That stirs the soul
 
The soul perishes not this day
 When imagination grows
  Like a pupating monarch
   With a long journey to make
 
The heart weakens not this year
 When grace dearly bought blooms
  Like a Tudor rose garden
   Gracing a royal life of ease
 
The realm of the queen is ending
  Bested by her mortality she submits
   Check over master, over subordinate
    She sacrifices all her power for peace
 
Yet the life-force wanes not
             When all is health and possibility
               For wedded ants are emerging at dusk
                 To found new and innovative realms

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Jumbles reservoir which is 1 of the 3 close by.






I took my neighbour to the acupuncturist the other day. His practice is in Wheelton near Chorley but I have never been into the village before. It’s a nice place and I just thought isn’t it amazing where you have never been despite being so close to. She was in there an hour so I did get a bit bored and took some photographs to pass the time.

  • The clock tower in the background behind the road sign is a war memorial.
  • The police station is for sale and has planning permission for 2 residential semi detached houses (see link below)
  • The Red Lion pub actually has a red lion statue on the top.



It’s amazing what is for sale when you look through their property portfolio. The number of pubs and police stations, schools etc is amazing. A lot of them in really good places too. Our local pub is being turned into small flats. Big money to be made in all this. Someone will always turn a profit in anothers misery.
 


 
 

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

The Spitfire Sculpture (see earlier post) - I made one look like a b/w photo from the war



One day perhaps the walls will come crashing down and who then will rebuild the world with a new template? Not I, for the sands of time will descend on my thoughts, cease the clockwork of a troubled heart and lock me away for a trillion years or more. Till I am called awake again in a new place where the world is not how I remember it.

I set my feet now on a path that I know I cannot walk and ever the knowledge of this haunts the shadows that lie in-between the light of a new dawn and sets the journey to the final third of a life less commonplace, yet equally mundane and dull as all others. If hope is a star that I can pluck from the heavens it is now so far from reach it remains a solitary, hidden, golden grain on a black, sand beach.

But it is not this day that sends an autumn mist to layer and wreathe around the fallen armies of leaves littering a new path that I must walk. Like a child first entering school a new chapter begins and the spectre of change stifles any eager thoughts of brightness. For the world is a blunt instrument that bludgeons us with careful hammer blows of rhetoric and needful reminders that if owning animals is slavery; then what of our fellow man?

Good example of Brain Study: If you can read this OUT LOUD you have a strong mind.

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Short Neurological Tests

1- Find the C below... Please do not use any cursor help.

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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO O
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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO O
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO O
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCOOOOOOOOOO O
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO O
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO O
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO O
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO O

2- If you already found the C, now try to find the 6 below.

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699999999999999999999999999999 99999999999999999
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999999999999999999999999999999 99999999999999999

3 - Now find the N below...this is a little more difficult.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMNM  M
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM M
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This is NOT a joke. If you were able to pass these 3 tests your brain is in great shape and you're far from having a close relationship with Alzheimer’s...

Monday, November 12, 2012


The expression of soul doth declines
10 days now with a constant need
But still the lungs grow ever strong
So how could healthy; feel so wrong?
10 days without Nicotiana tabacum
Time for strength and busy thoughts
A habit declining but a longing remains
The soul must wait; forfeit not the gains

Sunday, November 11, 2012

 
How relevant is this for Memorial Sunday

Spitfire sculpture is unveiled in Darwen

More than 250 people turned out to watch the unveiling of a new war memorial in Lancashire.

The £175,000 stainless steel sculpture of a Spitfire aircraft was officially unveiled at The Green in Darwen. It was made and donated by Darwen-based WEC Group Ltd, which also supplied the replacement for the top of Darwen Tower which blew off in a storm.

A spokesman for the company said: "It was very well received and there was a really good turnout for the ceremony."Darwen was the smallest town in the UK to finance a Spitfire during World War II and the Spitfire memorial will be a lasting reminder of the town's contribution to the war effort."

The Darwen Spitfire memorial sculpture took two years to complete and was handcrafted by WEC Group's apprentices. The sculpture has a wingspan measuring 3.8 metres (12ft 5ins) and stands 6.9 metres (22ft 7ins) high. Must get a photo as it is quite incredible. Well done apprentices...there must be some good training happening within the company.

I never knew that about this town. Well I knew the sculpture was there obviously; but I didn’t know we’d financed a Spitfire during the war. What a grand company WEC is. Nice to see something given back in the spirit of philanthropy and civic pride to the town. (They also made the new glass roof dome for the Tower)

http://www.wec-group.com/index.html



This is a hanwritten version of the famous poem by John McCrae (from Wikipedia)


 

Friday, November 09, 2012

Finally refurbished my Tannoy Super Red Monitors - they sound fantastic; even if they look a little unorthodox. I am going to sell these on Ebay. They will be great in a studio.






This is what they looked like a few weeks ago



One in eight mortgages now issued are for buy-to-let landlords (so with cash sales of property where no mortgage is needed probably 25% of all home sales are now to landlords.)
  • Almost 40pc of high interest ‘payday’ loans are used to buy food
  • Comet (country wide electric retailer) now in administration with the loss of 7000 jobs
  • Marks and Spencer and Morrison’s (national retailers) posting gloomy results
  • NHS complaints rising exponentially as all the private interventions and lack of funding begin to unravel it.
 
Wealth always flows up from the poor like rain returning to clouds
But now they have been eviscerated by the economy; where to next?
Go to the tax avoiders, corporations and financial robber barons; or...
Into the purses, wallets and vaults of the old, the poor and the frail
If Westminster can't regulate all this; well, then they can't do anything
But we all knew that already! So what happens subsequently in this game?
Where the pawns are always the first to lose and the tall queen takes all

Thursday, November 08, 2012


Charles Stuart (Charles I) was beheaded at 2pm on Tuesday, 30 January 1649 at Whitehall in front of the Banqueting House*. I know because I was there and even though the soldiers tried to prevent us reaching the scaffold we slipped in and out of the grown-ups and the cattle till we came to the edge of the crowd. There we watched the whole thing while we ate our trenchers**. Well they weren’t originally ours but the monks were handing out alms*** as we passed by them. The trenchers had obviously come from a noble house being thick and large and were now softened with the juices and gravies of the meal they had held which I think was some kind of fish stew. They were still fresh or at least there was nothing crawling across, (or in) them. Whilst nobody doubted that the alms were handed out in good faith, it was true that many a poor soul had come to a bad end after eating one that was rancid or worse still; poisonous. But such are the offerings of charity and we poor must be thankful. Well that’s what they keep telling us at any rate.

Poor King; he looked calm and dignified as they walked with him to the scaffold but it seemed he was stupefied as though he couldn’t quite imagine the deadly charade was to be played out for the first time in his life, for the satisfaction of others. How could he be judged by his inferiors? Was he not God’s appointed ruler and so who but God, may remove him from office****. The axe fell but we didn’t actually see anything because the guard caught us and led us away. But in the spirit of charity I gave what was left of my trencher to the pig that was grubbing around in the dirt beside me.

 
* The Palace of Whitehall (or Palace of White Hall) was the main residence of the English monarchs in London from 1530 until 1698 when all except Inigo Jones's 1622 Banqueting House was destroyed by fire. Before the fire it had grown to be the largest palace in Europe, with over 1,500 rooms, overtaking both the Vatican and Versailles. The palace gives its name, Whitehall, to the road on which many of the current administrative buildings of the UK Government are situated.


 
** Trencher - A piece of thick stale bread used as a plate. At the end of the meal, the trencher could be eaten with sauce, but was more frequently given as alms to the poor. At the end of the meal, the trencher could be eaten with sauce, but was more frequently given as alms to the poor. Later the trencher evolved into a small plate of metal or wood. People used this utensil to eat the many stews and porridges that made up their daily diet.
***The giving of 'alms' is an act of charity toward those less fortunate.
****Republicanism had brief 11 year tenure in Britain between the death of Charles I and the usurpation by Cromwell (who assumed title of Lord Protector for 5 years) against the Long Parliament. In the final analysis the monarchy never regained the heights of power it had experienced under the Tudors and early Stuarts and nor was a pure republican form of government ever to be in full effect even to the current day.
 

Sunday, November 04, 2012

These will be the last autumn colour pictures I'll probably take (collective sigh of release)







Chicken Soup

1 large chicken carcass and trimmings
3 inch of clean green tops from 3-4 leeks
2-3 cloves garlic
2 carrots
1 stick celery
½ pint of chicken stock
¼ pint double cream
4oz chopped, cooked chicken thigh meat
Salt and pepper to taste
Small sprig of Thyme,
1 Bay leaf
Parsley

Method
 
Place chicken carcass in a pan, add stock with crushed garlic gloves, thyme sprig, bay leaf and vegetables and enough water to cover, bring to boil and simmer for 2 -3 hrs on a gentle heat. Strain mixture and retain only the strained liquid. Add cream and cooked chicken then cook gently for a further 5 minutes seasoning to taste. Add Parsley before serving.

Tip:
  • Once cooled the soup should appear to be quite thick but once reheated it will regain its proper consistency. Do not be tempted to dilute soup before reheating.
  • If the soup tastes a little weak simmer gently to reduce its volume before adding chicken and cream.

Variations:
  • Substitute chicken elements of the recipe for mushrooms and use vegetable stock.

Though the wall of truth we built now proves less strong that our vanity made it and though days of wonder, peace and hope shall never again be reborn; ride not into battle now without armour. For comes softly tonight the mountain wind to lay the scent of the world on our sleep. To placate troubled minds and transcend those first breaths that ever we drew when gazing upon the world with a new imagination. For twas then we became free as the air itself; to move in waves across a clouded outlook. The day is now come, the old land is ever to be lost and though we men sigh and the women lament this terror, ever we knew; it would always come to this

 © Edetric Vistal

Friday, November 02, 2012


Bread and Pyramids on the Giza Plateau 2555 BC

Starlight through an opening in the hut wall was my awakening radiance unless the moon goddess was in the mood to visit us. Hemetra my wife (Honour of Ra) was asleep and I would not wake her so early. She was a being of the light and I a creature of the dark; but yet we so loved each other. She stirred before I was away and called after me “Nefermaat (meaning beautiful truth,) bid me goodbye properly.” I kissed her and rose quickly and after a draft of beer to wash away the taste of the night went to the door of the building.

The main pyramid village lay by the valley temple of the Great Pyramid close to the 'Wall of the Crow', (a boundary which separated the land of the living from the land of the dead.) * The sharp, blue starlight seemed to increase its size and cast shadows across the village. I hurriedly made my way to the bakery which was one of many within the village. Once inside I lit the oil lamp and then fired the first oven. We had five in total and once the first was lit the other ovens oven would be fired at 3 hour intervals throughout the day. The next would be fired at dawn and then temple priests rang the bells at each 3 hour period after dawn. Each oven was heated by wood or dung and then the ash was raked out and the bread placed in. The oven was then sealed allowing the bread to cook in the residual heat. The ovens were made of mud and straw and each bakery had a slightly different design of oven.

Our bread was mostly made from emmer** wheat, which is difficult to turn into flour.  Other than emmer, barley was grown to make bread and also used for making beer. The grit from the grinding stones mixed in with bread but for those who could afford better there was also finer bread baked from better sifted flour but this came rarely to me unless I was baking for high people. Flavorings used for bread included honey, spices, or fruit, seeds and dates, but for the poor it was usually wild herbs that grew locally. Here in the Giza plateau few herbs grew so bread was pretty basic for the average worker.  

The one thing we had discovered was that we could use the yeast culture from brewing ale for the process of making bread. Much bread at this time was unleavened and rather dense in texture. But if we added some yeast to the flour mixture and then waited a short time the results were amazing. Yeast culture was seemingly almost immortal if cared for properly. We could not make yeast but we could harness the wild strains that occur naturally everywhere. A portion of the yeast was used to bake the daily bread and the remainder carried forward for the next day. The mother yeast culture was treated with reverence lest it die. Over time it also lost its beery bitterness and became mellower and sweet. It was stored in a covered stone lined pit within the bakery building and was fed with flour and honey and many prayers to Tcheft, (the goddess of Food.) She did not always answer them and so a new mother starter would need to be made using the brewing yeasts or we would trade with another bakery.
 
I removed some of the starter from the pit into the warmth of the bakery and placed it into a wooden bowl. I then fed the mother culture with flour, honey and prayers. The main flour store was some distance to the bakery and was under the control of the priests. Each day I would get a new supply and would leave some ready in the mixing trough in the warmth of the bakery overnight. The rest was emptied from the sack into the grain bin. This warming was necessary during the bread process and also encouraged the beetles and mites out onto the surface of the flour to be skimmed off the next day. Water was also left through the night to warm in the residual heat from the hot day.

I skimmed the flour and threw the bugs on the fire in the courtyard. The flour exploded in a shower of sparks as the flour dust hit the flames. The flour was put into the trough up to a mark on its side, salt and water were added and the mixing began. The mixture was stirred with a large paddle shaped like a boats oar. It was hard work but the mixture was softer now than it would be once it was finished. Then the starter was added from the bowl and mixed in. Now the mixture thickened beyond the ability for me to stir so I climbed within the trough and began to knead the mixture with my feet. I trod the mix for 30 mins and then shaped the loaves onto cedar wood boards.
 
I made 30 loaves with a weight of 1.5kg from each trough mix. Each loaf was weighed on the scale. The priests would check and severe punishment handed to any baker making underweight loaves. In total 150 loves a day with a weight of 225kg; that’s almost a quarter of a tonne of bread per day. No wonder we didn’t live much past 40 years old. It took 30 minutes to shape the loaves and then I could rest for a short time. I downed a jug of beer and checked the first oven. The flames had subsided and now the glowing embers pulsated in the darkness like a sleeping demon. I raked out the oven and placed the embers in the second oven. It sprang to life instantly.

The bread was placed in the oven in the order it was shaped and then the wooden door was placed in position. The bread would not come out till the next loaves were proving. Dawn was just breaking. The great pyramid would be completed in the next few years and Khufu would have his resting place among the gods. The celestial barge*** would be brought with his body and his servants and goods entombed alongside him. Among the goods on the barge for the celestial journey across the sky to Ra (the sun god of Ancient Egypt) was bread. We would not see this. Once the pyramid was finished we could finally go home again.

*All archaeologists have their own methods of calculating the number of workers employed at Giza, but most agree that the Great Pyramid was built by approximately 4,000 primary labourers (quarry workers, hauliers and masons). They would have been supported by 16-20,000 secondary workers (ramp builders, tool-makers, mortar mixers and those providing back-up services such as supplying food, clothing and fuel). This gives a total of 20-25,000, labouring for 20 years or more.
The workers may be sub-divided into a permanent workforce of some 5,000 salaried employees who lived, together with their families and dependents, in a well-established pyramid village. There would also have been up to 20,000 temporary workers who arrived to work three- or four-month shifts, and who lived in a less sophisticated camp established alongside the pyramid village.
The sacred precincts of the Giza pyramid village cemetery were defined by the 'Wall of the Crow', a massive limestone boundary which separated the land of the living from the land of the dead. The main pyramid village lay outside this wall, close by the valley temple of the Great Pyramid. Unfortunately, this settlement now lies beneath the modern town of Nazlet es-Samman, and is largely inaccessible.
The village dead - men, women and children - were buried in a sloping desert cemetery. Their varied tombs and graves, including miniature pyramids, step-pyramids and domed tombs, incorporate expensive stone elements 'borrowed' from the king's building site. The larger, more sophisticated, limestone tombs lie higher up the cemetery slope; here we find the administrators involved in the building of the pyramid, plus those who furnished its supplies.
** Today emmer is primarily a heritage crop in mountainous areas. Its value lies in its ability to give good yields on poor soils, and its resistance to fungal diseases such as stem rust that are prevalent in wet areas. Emmer is grown in Armenia, Morocco, Spain (Asturias), the Carpathian Mountains on the border of the Czech and Slovak republics, Albania, Turkey, Switzerland and Italy. It is also grown in the U.S. as a specialty product. A traditional food plant in Ethiopia, this relatively little-known grain has potential to improve nutrition, boost food security, foster rural development and support sustainable land care.
***The Khufu ship is an intact full-size vessel from Ancient Egypt that was sealed into a pit in the Giza pyramid complex at the foot of the Great Pyramid of Giza around 2500 BC. The ship was almost certainly built for Khufu (King Cheops), the second pharaoh of the Fourth Dynasty of the Old Kingdom of Egypt. Like other buried Ancient Egyptian ships, it was apparently part of the extensive grave goods intended for use in the afterlife, and contained no bodies, unlike northern European ship burials. The Khufu ship is one of the oldest, largest, and best-preserved vessels from antiquity. It measures 43.6 m (143 ft) long and 5.9 m (19.5 ft) wide.
This picture of the pyramids was taken from Eduard Spelterini's balloon on 21 November 1904