R's rue

An English beaver Hey, England has beavers once again! Our native beavers were hunted to extinction in the sixteenth  century but in the last ten years  some Eurasian beavers have been "reintroduced" and they appear to be thriving. A lot has been said about the useful contributions that beavers might  make to flood prevention. When I was sixteen I switched secondary schools - moving to Beverley Grammar School in the East Yorkshire market town of the same name - Beverley. There I studied Art, English and Geography at A level but that is beside the point just now. What I mostly wanted to share with you is  Beverley's coat of arms:- Can you see the beaver? That is because in medieval times Beverley, or Beaverlec, was well-known for its beavers. They frolicked in The River Hull and other small waterways and were effectively farmed for their pelts. Beaver fur was highly prized and the townsfolk of Beverley were rightfully proud of their beavers until they disap...

  I’ve just found out that the veteran actress Lynn Cohen died this year Lynn  was never a leading actress, but was, what was known as a jobbing actress.  Always busy, always in the background of a drama or a story I always loved her as Miranda’s mother figure Magna in Sex and The City. and when she finally kissed Cynthia Nixon on the forehead with the affirmation of “ You Love”  I was in buckets. Many of us have these supporting actor types in our lives.  They aren’t best friends or next of kin’s. We don’t have to see them all of the time , but they are often beavering  away in the background, becoming characters we all can take for granted. And ones we only mourn when they finally disappear from view. I consider Albert as an animal member of this group. He walks around the cottage in the background like a shadow, with wide shocked looking eyes and a faint limp which allows the eye to focus on him. But with a succession of various tap danc...

 Sun  Peeking through  The puffy clouds Has me giddy Like a little girl Twirling  In a pink tutu Simplicity  Has its joy On this  Last day Of November  from R's rue https://ift.tt/36oWrNs

 This morning Everywhere I look I see God  telling me To slow down I've always been told slow  is not ideal but slow I must go My limitations don't define me But my body doesn't do fast When it does I pay and now When the physical is to expensive Mentally I suffer and I'm  worth more Here's to slow Relish it you're allowed from R's rue https://ift.tt/37AGjb5

Roger Hargreaves I just checked this blog's visitor stats. Regarding the English speaking world, 37% of visitors come from Great Britain, 33% from the USA, 7% from Canada, 4% from Australia and around 1% each from Ireland, New Zealand and the Isle of Man. It occurred to me that some of you - especially in North America - may not have heard of one of England's finest writers - Roger Hargreaves (1935-88). Hargreaves was a Yorkshireman  He became the creative director of a small advertising agency in London. It was while he was in that employment that his oldest son Giles, then aged six, asked: "Daddy? What does a tickle look like?" Hargreaves drew a simple orange figure with long arms and called him "Mr Tickle" and it was at that moment in 1971 that his famous "Mr Men" books were conceived. A few years later Hargreaves introduced the complementary "Little Miss" series of books. Following Roger's fatal stroke in 1981, his son Adam ...