The beautiful Simplicity of Snowdrops. The first born of Spring. January/February
Easter Saturday. I'd just returned from my energy sapping trip up Beinn Luibhean, had my dinner and was snoring happily in my sleeping bag in front of a habitually turned off electric fire.(It's not that I cant afford it it's just I really grudge giving those price hiking ******** any money when I don't need to if I can save it for extra trips away instead.) Anyway, I digress. The phone rang waking me up. It was my good mate John asking if I wanted to go up a Corbett in ten hours time. On Easter Sunday. I was knackered but as I don't see him that often these days (family man and all that.) I said I would go.'Which one.' I asked.
'Beinn Luibhean is handy for me.'
When he rang back again and asked why I'd put the phone down I explained the reasons.
'Pick another handy one.' I asked. 'Make it something easy.'
He said he'd phone back after he'd consulted his dreaded Oracle. The Corbett Book.
Everyone I know these days seems to be addicted to Corbett's... apart from me.
The phone rang some time later, waking me up; causing me to wriggle out of my warm cocoon. An irate caterpillar.
'Beinn Each.' He proclaimed. A happy man.
'Count me out then.' I answered. 'I was only going up a hill to keep you company. I cant be arsed doing one myself.'
'No there's a Corbett called Beinn Each.'
'There is. Silly me.'
'I'll pick you up early.' He said. 'Be ready.'
' I was born ready.' I informed him. 'My minds a coiled spring.'.... I hung up.... and immediately went back to sleep. (Jungle training. Mark of a solider. Reserve energy until its called for.)
In my Dreams I was still active though, using a part of my brain I never usually bother with. The thinking part.
Crocus Display. Second born. February/March/ April
Oh yes. I would be a majestic, hypnotic, online Cassandra for my eager audience to climax under as I foretell an age of ever increasing, apocalyptic occurrence and a biblical scale, tsunami wave of spectacular singularities and unfolding Black Swan events under Dark Lightning. The new unforeseen nemesis of the modern age I'm told.
Feel free to indulge Sweet Readers in a sumptuous psychedelic spurge of sublime synchronicity to stun and stupefy the subliminal and visual cortex in a triumphant, titillating tribute to a 'better late than never' Spring. (Pity I missed the Victorian music halls.)
Then I woke up and couldn't be arsed with all the effort involved for such scant reward........ so I posted these images instead. ( Note to self. Must cut down on stilton cheese gluttony and Stormin Norman's 30% battle battalion cider intake late at night.)
Third Born. Daffodils. March/ April /May.
A great day out.
Must be a really long grim winter for this wee guy. Endurance. Hardest bird in Britain?
Hybrid primula's. March /April/ May.
If you're lucky, every so often a film will come along that is unique, original, and hauntingly memorable. This Swedish film is one.
Three qualities totally lacking, incidentally, in the English language remake and all the other teen angst dross that's followed in its wonderful wake. This film not only revived a forgotten genre single- handedly it reinvented it yet managed to also weave in a believable and unexpectedly tender love story... with a few shocking moments of darkness and horror.
If you haven't seen this film. Its a real gem.