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Wednesday, 24 November 2010

Wild Salmon Wrestling...

"The loss of the fish in world famous salmon rivers like the Test and Itchen in Hampshire or the Frome in the West country will not only affect biodiversity but devastate the local economy.

The UK Government are so worried about the problem they are currently funding a study using the same technology that was used to study life on Mars and dinosaur remains to look at how climate change is affecting the fish.

Salmon populations in the UK have plummeted 70 per cent in the last 30 years, according to the North Atlantic Salmon Fund". SOURCE


Right, I promised you tales of Wild Salmon Wrestling earlier this week, so here goes - Gird your loins!

Driving home in shotgun position with my husband, GJ, in the dark on Friday night, our cottage was in sight and we were looking forward to getting supper on and the wine out, when our progress was halted by a glistening vision of utter loveliness.

We have to drive through two river fords on our little country road and most of the year they are pretty passable. The rivers are only swollen for a few weeks each year, and much of the time you can walk through and over the fords. Up ahead of us, captured by the headlights, as he flip-flopped back and forth in the shallow waters was a large wild salmon.

"Oh, bloody hell!" cried GJ, "Not again... Right, it's your turn - Out you go!"

What he meant by barking this order in my direction was that he had rescued a salmon in the other ford last year, sending it gleefully on its way upstream, and had thenceforward regaled me beamingly with his derring herring do, and here was my chance to shine - Here was my moment to seize the crown as reigning Wild Salmon Wrestler (WSW).

I waded into the gushing water which trickled into my red patent shoes. I knew my old, probably now vintage, shoes wouldn't survive their baptism, but the fish was worth it.

Now I was practically cankle-deep in the river, I wondered for the first time how would I actually get hold of the fish. The closest I've been to handling fishies not on dishies was those we've housed as golden pets over the years, and this fish certainly wasn't going to fit into a coffee cup, and wait patiently beside the kitchen sink to be decanted into fresh clean water.

Arms outstretched I approached him floundering, wriggling from side to side. Him not me, but it was a close call. GJ shouted mostly helpful instructions from the driver's seat - "Get a firm hold on the front and on the back!" I wrassled with the fish which must have been over two foot long. He wriggled back and away, mouth gaping, gasping for breath. I levered him out of the shallow water, trying not to soak my woollen winter coat, but unable to get a firm grip on his writhing form. He broke free and shot out of my arms, as if he were a slippery bar of soap - Whoosh, through the air, and back into another part of the stream, still not deep enough for him to gain any purchase.

He waited once more. I sludged through the waters towards him, wondering if I could hold him like I used to cuddle the cats, up against me cake shelf. Success! With one hand grasping his muscled underbelly, the other almost tickling under his chin, I made progress towards the deeper waters which led upstream. Once again, however, fishy got the upper hand and slurped out of my grasp through the air, arcing towards the sparkling waters. This time, he was nearer the downstream flow. Once again, I moved on, hoping that the sharp descents into the ford hadn't damaged him in any way.

I took a moment to have a closer look at him this last time. He shone like silver in the moonlight and the artificial glow of the headlights. He was dappled and wondrous, muscular and full of electric life, painted in pinks, greens and browns. His eyes were bright and he had a determined glint, as those do who return after many years at sea, desperate to spawn, with only instinct and a sense of smell as guide and compass...

I tried again to walk, or wade with him into the deeper waters and he broke free one final time, quickly slipping away down through slightly deeper water, swishing his tail to and fro, speeding downstream.

Mission half way accomplished, I slithered back to the car, GJ saying that fishy would now be catching his breath downstream, and then he would attempt the swim once more, driven onwards and upwards by grit and determination. The rain fell down on the windscreen. Hopefully the river would swell tonight to speed his passage home to where he himself was spawned.

I felt incredibly calm after my fishy encounter. Calm and a little shattered. ...At peace with the animal underworld, as it were, or at least its underbelly... It was, after all, as if I had tapped into a vital and very visceral moment in life... One of contact and communication with a truly wild creature, helping him to survive the odds, the loaded dice life had thrown his way.

I thought it was a beautiful moment. I hope you do too.





Monday, 22 November 2010

Serendipitous Moments and Flat Caps!


NOTE: This is not an advertisement - No, I haven't gone over to The Dark Side, blogging for money and giftettes - It's a musing on serendipity and Moments of Magic and Wistfulness. Love and Loss. Life itself...

In fact, magic moments feature widely in my blog this week - Do pop back later this week and hear my tall tale of wild salmon wrestling.

I have shed the maudlin.

It ages me, so Goddess only knows what it does to you. You, who have the misfortune of reading my more weepy and seepy moments...

Look at this place, up there: Looks very cosy, doesn't it?

It's called Flat Caps Coffee, and this is Flat Cap Joe.


Joe's coffee shop is called Flat Caps after the flat cap which Joe likes to wear - Flat caps are very traditional attire in the North East of England... Heck, the man might even have a whippet, tucked away under a stool!

THIS is Joe's story. It's probably a heartening story of a leap into the void. Taking risks. Joe moved on from banking after having been made redundant to become a successful Barista in our city, Newcastle.

I'm very familiar with embarking on that kind of journey. Like Joe, I'm facing redundancy as the politicos are closing my office, I think you know -- And I would never have started to think about becoming a Psychotherapist if it were not for finding myself in this life-changing moment.

Joe tweets on Twitter @Flatcapjoe. He also does Facebook - Flat Caps Coffee House. So does la Fhina.

A while ago, I wrote a piece of froth concerning a much-loved coffee shop whose passing I mourned. HERE in my archive it languishes, like a shiny shell buried under sand...

And this is what Joe wrote on Twitter, after he found it:

" Joe Meagher
this lady's blog mentions what is now Flat Caps Coffee but was once called The Bookhouse via @"

Ah, the bloggy-starvation loveliness that is Twitter, with its insistent and haranguing demands that you write no more than 140 characters, including spaces... What true blogger can live within those means? (What's with the font now?! Bejaysus! Sorry...)

Anyhoo, this was what I had written about the Bookhouse, which now houses Flat Caps Coffee:

"Good fika place? (That would be coffee to us non-Swedes) The Bookhouse, Newcastle, before Central Perk (from Friends) ever existed - Beautiful, spiral staircase leading down from excellent bookshop to cafe hangout - I don't even know what this place is now - But The Bookhouse remains in the mind like a lost lover, whom you never really wanted to let go, and you never properly bid adieu to... "

So, my lost (fictional, probably Brazilian, for the coffee...) lover has been returned to me... I'm not sure what to say to him, now I'm married to GJ... Bit awkward that one!

But I might be giving Flat Caps Coffee my winter trade - Meeting with fabulous friends and clutches of colleagues, seated in what look to be its dainty little niches, quaffing beautifully prepared coffee like real Ladies Who Lunch do; musing on my future which will be I hope, just as bright as Flat Caps Coffee is...

I like serendipity. I needed to hear Joe's story, and meet the Coffee House and the Salmon this week.



Wednesday, 14 October 2009

Let's Talk About...

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Pinch me, dahlinks!

It is me, after all... I'm not ghost-posting, as such - You know, heating posts up in the microwave until they go ping, and appear of their own accord in Bloggerdom... Been there, done that, got the T-Shirt and the stains!

Ouch, no need to pinch so hard, French Fancy! I've promised you and myself that I will not go over-board, and post like a loon... I shall be restrained, post less, read more of your blogs, and be happier in my own skin, 'bien dans ma peau', as the French (and Saz) have it...

Well, you all know too well that Saz from never Fat, Frumpy and Fifty, and I share the same mind here over the Pond, much like my lovely American sisters under the skin, Bloggus Sanitus and the beautiful Diane of Addledom do? (Do go visit this panoply of lovelies if you long for sense, sensibility and straight-talking, my bloggy gooseberries - Do!)

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Well, Saz has come up with a Wonderful Weekly Wizard Wheeze, which is called 'Let's Talk About...", except I can't copy over the picture, proper like, (So sorry - Mwah!), and I thought I would take part this week as the subject up for discussion is... 'Happiness'.

And, given as I have been full of wailings and gnashings upon the subject of happiness (or not) lately, it was time for me to come down from the pantile roof... 'Ta-da!', and pick up my quill pen again... Well, my HP laptop these days - You just know that Jane Austen would have been doing the manic 'tippy-tappy' into the Wee Small Hours were she alive today, non?!

So, just what is hap-hap-happiness?

We search for it all our lives, while it continues to scamper away from us, just out of reach, skittish and coquettish, vanishing like the Cheshire Cat... Scrabbly claws trying to gain purchase on the, polished to mirror-smoothness, wooden parquet in a far-away room that we long to live in forever. That's happiness.

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I think I've already had cause to tell you about my own thoughts on that state... That it is fleeting; Bonheur is never a constant state. Being sad sometimes and having 'black dog days' is all part of Life's Rich Tapestry.

...I cannot wholly trust those who are ever-happy, gleaming through life, waving flags to semaphore their blissful good fortune. My belief that those who are endlessly happy with their partners, jobs, their families and friends, must really be hiding something. Deluding themselves. Putting a brave face on things...

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Because, for most of us, life just isn't like that. Of course, there are happy moments, when the feeling of basking in a slanting shaft of bliss and warmth transcends an ever-present inner-voice of disquiet. But those moments don't come if you call them, purring at your feet, lapping contentedly at a beckoning saucer of milk...

Ooh, and now for some cookies, to go with that saucer of milk...

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Friday, 23 January 2009

The Science of Serendipity...

First of all, I just want to shout over to Diane's Addled Ramblings to offer her this award Photobucket.

Diane's blogs are always beautifully written from the heart, (even when she's being rude about Trolls and Elves), and today's piece has so much to say to us.

I'm sounding all TV evangelical ministry here with these important messages... Ministry of Sound tv Pictures, Images and Photos and really don't mean to, (I'll be asking for your dollars, however little you can afford, later!), but emotional intelligence has such powerful resonance, don't you know.


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Anyhoo, today's blog is brought to you by my favourite word Serendipity...
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Pronunciation:

ser⋅en⋅dip⋅i⋅ty
/ˌsɛrənˈdɪpɪti/ [ser-uhn-dip-i-tee] – noun


1. an aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident.

2. good fortune; luck: the serendipity of getting the first job she applied for.

Serendipity is the effect by which one accidentally discovers something fortunate, especially while looking for something else entirely.

The word was voted one of the ten English words that were hardest to translate in June 2004 by a British translation company.

The origins of the word, Serendipity date back to 1754, and Horace Walpole.

Horace Walpole was a cousin of Lord Nelson; He was the 4th Earl of Orford, and an art historian, writer, antiquarian and politician.

He is now largely remembered for Strawberry Hill Photobucket. No, not that one - This one - Photobucket the home he built in Twickenham, south west London where he revived the Gothic style some decades before his Victorian successors, and as the writer of the first truly Gothic novel, The Castle of Otranto. Photobucket

Horace was writing to a friend, also called Horace, in Florence: "... once ... I read a silly fairy tale, called The Three Princes of SerendipPhotobucket: As their highnesses travelled, they were always making discoveries, by accidents and sagacity, of things which they were not in quest of:

For instance, one of them discovered that a camel blind of the right eye had travelled the same road lately, because the grass was eaten only on the left side, where it was worse than on the right—now do you understand serendipity? "

So, Photobucket comes from Serendip, the old Persian name for Sri Lanka, which in my childhood was called Ceylon.

Photobucket Ceylon, if you recall, was ever famous for Photobucket, while I remember it most vividly from the stamp collection I started as a child! Photobucket


Moving over to the thesaurus, and this time not finding the cat asleep on it!

"Noun 1. Serendipity - good luck in making unexpected and fortunate discoveries
fluke, good fortune, good luck - a stroke of luck

Adjective. 1. Serendipitous - lucky in making unexpected and fortunate discoveries
lucky - having or bringing good fortune; "my lucky day"; "a lucky man".


Photobucket Of course, I had also seen the film ... Serendipity - It is one of my favourite Christmassy romantic films, and has John Cusack and Kate Beckinsale (the daughter of one of the UK's sadly missed, greatest comic actors)... richard beckinsale Pictures, Images and Photos

In the film, Jonathan meets Sara by chance in Bloomingdale's on Christmas Eve. Both are trying to buy the last pair of black gloves available for sale. They decide to go to the coffee shop Serendipity, and Jonathan asks for her name and phone number. Sara writes her number in a book, and his on a $5 bill. She gives the bill to a newspaper seller and says that she will sell the book in a New York second hand bookstore. She feels that if destiny wants them to be together, Jonathan will get that book back, or she will get that $5 bill again. From that day on, Jonathan searches for Sara's book trying to reach his lost love. Relax, there's a happy ending! Isn't there always?

Incidentally, the soundtrack of the film is great, featuring as it does a couple of moving songs from the fabulous and ethereal, Nick Drake...Photobucket

I digress, it doesn't take much, does it?!

Photobucket Incidentally, while I was looking for pictures that could illustrate the word Serendipity, I came across this venue in New York, which I hadn't even realised was featured in the movie! It looks very nice, I understand that it gets lots of tourists, and that it might be temporarily closed at the moment - not very helpful if you are looking for their famous Fffrrozen Chocolate!

I love the doors, very Charles Rennie Mackintosh. And the interior appears to feature Tiffany lampshades, which I must admit to adoring and coveting. ... And a shop that is, I quote, 'part general store and part restaurant, soda fountain and coffeehouse'.

Photobucket Coffee, ice cream and general goods, such as handbags... Well! What more could a girl need?

Short detour into the history of the Serendipity 3! http://www.newyorkfirst.com/gifts/1001.html

Incidentally - "It was Patch Carradine who found The Word that would turn their fortunes. Composing salacious song lyrics and comedy routines for tiny Village boites. Tossing around a vocabulary that wandered from obscure to obscene. Able to do the whole Times crossword puzzle weekly, the London Times on off-days. One day he uncrossed a word that rang a bell. A word that you couldn’t find in the dictionary of common usage back in 1954.

That Word was Serendipity. The art of finding the pleasantly unexpected by chance or sagacity. Invented by eighteenth century wordsmith Sir Horace Walpole, it evoked the ancient legend of the three princes of the island no longer known as Serendip.
“ Hey,” said the boys, “that’s a good name for a place of our own.” The rest reads like A Thousand and One Nights. The Serendipity 3 pooled their entire fortunes of three hundred dollars and staked a claim to a tiny principality in the basement of a tenement on East Fifty-Eighth Street. It was New York’s first coffee house boutique. The first Tiffany lampshaded meeting place since the days of Diamond Jim Brady".

So, you've arrived at Photobucket

It might also look like this, Photobucket with the light just shafting through the trees at exactly the right moment to illuminate the path you are on!

Serendipity might also feel like this
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Of course, some of you might not be aware of the role of Serendipity in Science and Technology (I might get the male readers back at this point!).

Here, as ever, I bow to the goddess, Wiki:

"One aspect of Walpole's original definition of serendipity that is often missed in modern discussions of the word is the "sagacity" of being able to link together apparently innocuous facts to come to a valuable conclusion. Thus, while some scientists and inventors are reluctant about reporting accidental discoveries, others openly admit its role; in fact serendipity is a major component of scientific discoveries and inventions.

According to M.K. Stoskopf, "it should be recognized that serendipitous discoveries are of significant value in the advancement of science and often present the foundation for important intellectual leaps of understanding". Photobucket

The amount of contribution of serendipitous discoveries varies extensively among the several scientific disciplines. Pharmacology and chemistry are probably the fields where serendipity is more common.

Most authors who have studied scientific serendipity both in a historical, as well as in an epistemological point of view, agree that a prepared and open mind is required on the part of the scientist or inventor to detect the importance of information revealed accidentally. About this, Albert Hofmann, the Swiss chemist who discovered LSD properties by unintentionally ingesting it at his lab, wrote:

Photobucket "It is true that my discovery of LSD was a chance discovery, but it was the outcome of planned experiments and these experiments took place in the framework of systematic pharmaceutical, chemical research. It could better be described as serendipity."

Indeed -
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The French scientist Louis Pasteur also famously said: "In the fields of observation chance favors only the prepared mind."

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Some serendipitous discoveries in Science and Pharmacology are as follows:
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* Gelignite by Alfred Nobel, when he accidentally mixed gun cotton with nitroglycerin;

* Silly Putty by James Wright, on the way to solving another problem: finding a rubber substitute for the United States during World War II;

* Mauve by William Henry Perkin. At the age of 18, he was attempting to create artificial quinine. An unexpected residue caught his eye, which turned out to be the first aniline dye—specifically, mauveine;

* Teflon, by Roy J. Plunkett, who was trying to develop a new gas for refrigeration and got a slick substance instead;

* Scotchgard moisture repellant, discovered accidentally in 1953 by Patsy Sherman. One of the compounds she was investigating as a rubber material that wouldn't deteriorate when in contact with aircraft fuel spilled onto a tennis shoe and would not wash out; she then considered the spill as a protectant against spills;

* Cellophane was developed in 1908 by Swiss chemist Jacques Brandenberger, as a material for covering stain-proof tablecloth;

* The chemical element helium. British chemist William Ramsay isolated helium while looking for argon but, after separating nitrogen and oxygen from the gas liberated by sulfuric acid, noticed a bright-yellow spectral line that matched the D3 line observed in the spectrum of the Sun;

* The chemical element Iodine was discovered by Bernard Courtois in 1811, when he was trying to remove residues with strong acid from the bottom of his saltpeter production plant which used seaweed ashes as a prime material;

* Rayon, the first synthetic silk, was discovered by French chemist Hilaire de Chardonnet, an assistant to Louis Pasteur. He spilled a bottle of collodion and found later that he could draw thin strands from the evaporated viscous liquid;

* Acesulfame, an artificial sweetener, was discovered accidentally in 1967 by Karl Claus at Hoechst AG;

* Aspartame (NutraSweet) was accidentally ingested by G.D. Searle chemist James Schlatter, who was trying to develop a test for an anti-ulcer drug.

And finally, but not exhaustively,

* Penicillin by Alexander Fleming. He failed to disinfect cultures of bacteria when leaving for his vacations, only to find them contaminated with Penicillium molds, which killed the bacteria. However, he had previously done extensive research into antibacterial substances.

And, more recently, Viagra (sildenafil citrate), and Retin-A anti-wrinkle action were serendipitous discoveries.

My boss thought I had made that word up the other day, Serendipitous!

Photobucket Try to slip it into a conversation today - Go on, I dare you!


You might be ready for one of these right about now...Photobucket


Expect the unexpected - That's Serendipity! Photobucket

Something I wrote earlier...

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