The King Stag

There is peace in the land. Arthur invites knights to tournaments to show off their skills at a time when there are no wars. Women talk of children and households.

There is still has no son and heir, even after the love tryst between Arthur, Gwenhwyfar and Lancelot.

Gwenhwyfar disregards good advice but fortunately (or not?) lives to regret it - why has she been so harshly punished for doing nothing wrong? Lancelot rescues his damsel in distress and Gwenhwyfar, tested beyond her endurance, refuses to be parted from him again, even though her husband shall return.

Whether with noble intention or nae, Morgaine then traps Lancelot into marrying Gwenhwyfar's cousin Elaine.

Tormented to have Lancelot torn away from her and insulted to have his son by Elaine about to be named heir, throwing her barrenness back in her face before the full court, Gwenhwyfar confronts Arthur over his son fostered at the Lothian court.

Arthur summons Morgaine to force Gwenhwyfar to retract what he believes are her lies. Morgaine confesses to bearing a child to the King Stag, ten moons after Arthur's victory on Dragon Island. Arthur is devastated his sister has suffered so. Gwenhwyfar is incensed at this incest and Arthur's concern for Morgaine, blames this for her childlessness and demands Arthur confess his great sin to the priests. Arthur sees no sin, as both were representations of God and Goddess and were unknown to each other until after but agrees, to appease Gwenhwyfar.

Another example of a manipulative woman, twisting the situation to fit her own agenda in her righteousness . . .

The Rites of Spring

Yes, Spring has arrived! The equinox has been reached this week, the warmer weather has arrived and at the weekend, daylight becomes more plentiful as the clocks are set forward.

Time for a spring clean? Time for the return to The King Stag on Friday - on my travels again.

I have almost failed in my 'March dress Wednesday' endeavour. What I would like to wear is most unsuitable now for work and also a woman of my aged years. I will wear my brown wool dress today, which is not entirely suitable but I have worn it to work a couple of times this year - but not yet in March. This then leaves me with a dilemma for the end of the month - perhaps I should go shopping - in a focussed manner this time round. The dress today has to cover both work and an in-law birthday meal.

Monsoon and East are calling . . .

Dreaming is more popular

Stats can be used to support any argument.

As I compared views for this and the main blog, I found that, despite having no content for the last six months and now only having two posts, this blog attracted 73 views across a wide range, compared to 307 for 38 posts.

Dreaming
73 Views - United States 53 Ukraine 6 Germany 4 United Kingdom 3 Israel 3 Russia 2 Latvia 1 Romania 1

Lost
307 Views - United Kingdom 256 United States 21 Canada 10 Russia 10 France 2 Malaysia 2 China 1 Denmark 1 Croatia 1 Singapore 1

Perhaps I have been backing the wrong horse?

Happy St.Patrick's Day

It has been a busy day - birthday cards, texts, fb wishes, work, lunch, family visits, phone calls, dinner etc. The good wishes of family and friends has taken me aback.

I feel very humbled, and very much loved.

So this is the answer to Life, the Universe and Everything

The generous gifts have been appreciated but the gift of time and thought trumps it all.

Witchhazel xx

Things To Do Before Your Birthday - In No Particular Order - No.42

Thanks to the Amazon Kindle Reader app for both mobile and PC, I have finished The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy before my birthday. Now whether to buy the new volumes to read before my birthday or want on perhaps being fortunate to get some Amazon gift vouchers as gifts (not that I deserve any gifts) and go back to reading The Mists of Avalon?

As I re-read my last post, I realise I didn't mention the Rock night out last weekend at all. The plus points were that fate, or rather the generosity of my friends, meant that I met up with four of them before the night out, one with 15 hours notice, another within a few seconds - everyone was in the right place at the right time! It was wonderful and great to see (a) the girls who I saw last month (b) the guy I hadn't seen on 12 years or so and has now given me more music recommendations.

The Rock night itself was a bit disappointing as no-one I knew could make it after all but on the plus side, I danced madly for five hours without embarrassing anyone I knew, except my poor friend who I'd dragged along with me for that very purpose. Unfortunately I didn't live up to my side of the bargain with her so it was back to the flat alone by 1.30am, foot sore and weary. I didn't even get to buy any goodies - Dead Head Comics sold out of Electric Man t-shirts - so I will have to order them on-line before the BAFTA is announced, and St. Justin of Cornwall no longer making pentagram earrings with amethyst - which is a great pity as I lost an earring going to the work Christmas lunch.

I finished the weekend off with an enjoyable lunch, as always, at The Grill on the Corner on Sunday before getting home.

I have made a mix cd for a colleague, which I hope will be ok for him as I don't want to upset him if it comes across as too gushy or depressing. I'll try to get it vetted beforehand as my experience is now limited in this respect - just for my delight now on mp3, many years ago almost as calling card, like High Fidelity, bearing my soul.

Never Pass a Bar That Has Your Name On It*

After reading the late Pete McCarthy's gem of a book McCarthy's Bar* many years ago, I follow the same philosophy - where practicable.

So on a snowy late Saturday morning in March, I sit in newly arrived L.K. Bennett kitten heels - brown leather on my right foot, black sequined on my left. Ebay is helping me fill the gaps I cannot quite bring my debit card round to doing but, rest assured, I do have two pairs, not just two mismatched shoes - which leads me on to thoughts of customising my shoes but this is still a thought at the moment.

And earlier this week I was concerned with being too shallow! How silly of me? It was a conversation starter, or so I though, but it backfired immediately. Yes, I know I should break out of my malaise and get involved in worthwhile causes but this would take me out of myself and away more from my situation, which is feeling the strain of the renewed sociable me already.

Is it back to Gwenhwyfar - Be Careful What You Wish For?

Don't be silly!

It is never a bad day when two pairs of kitten heel shoes arrive!

Do I Look For Those Millionaires

Like A Machiavellian Girl Would
When I Could Wear A Sunset?
Mmh, Yes,

The wonderful Katie!



I happily took the compliments, even from wild eyed drunken hippies at Septembers in Bellshill but I've always been more Babooshka with wild hair.

Katie looks so like Paul here - confident, oozing sensuality from every pore but I couldn't imagine her losing her cool - dancing and spinning round in the woods as the leaves fall around her. That is definitely me! And has been often - Bothwell Castle to name but one (see Falling Leaves)

Strange Tales, Tall and True

So many revelations in such a short space of time.

Some unbidden.

Some secret.

Some sought out.

Some stumbled upon.

Shall sleep soon, with a secret smile on my face and shooting stars exploding my senses . . . with a solid 80s Scottish soundtrack - Grahame Skinner, James Grant and finished off with The Blue Nile.

February Made Me Shiver

A homage to American Pie by Don McLean
- perfect length for the trip to and from the bus
- favourite song from Sneaky Pete's jukebox
- the song my sister and I discovered we can both sing all the way through - a complete fluke and never realised until 15 years ago.

The week started very well and for that I am very thankful and although I may have appeared flighty later on, it was just a busy week and building excitement for the coming weekend - if only I could motivate myself to find my leather biker jacker for tomorrow. Ho hum, perhaps I'm not that keen on full-on rock chick look after all. Could it be York all over again?

Yeah arrangements for tomorrow starting - a bit of fb banter and we're off. Now to plan the packing.

It has been a week of surprises - thanks for having faith in me (again), it means so much - and drats for opportunities missed (again).

Wednesdays in March have become 'wear a dress day' but, rounding off February,:-
Sun 27 - green/lace white
Mon 28 - white strip/lace black
and as a nod to St David's Day Tues 1 March, white/lace yellow