R's rue

 Last night  Gorgeous Dave  and I went to the 100 year anniversary showing of the 1922 classic horror movie  Nosferatu   over in Chester. It was shown in its entirety with an improvised score by  The Frame Ensemble  who had been specially commissioned by the British film Institute to accompany  Murnau’s  seminal work.  It was a really interesting night . And a different experience enhanced by the fact that it was improvised and a total one off. I studied it at university , and loved the revisit. Dave and I giggled away when we agreed that we felt very intellectual in a very  New York Woody Allen film character  kind of way.   from Going Gently https://ift.tt/dJTQhIl

Leaves Everything leaves Sooner or later - Last bus home or Ocean freighter. The leaves of history books say What’s here now will slip away, Will leave, Be gone. Little Phoebe Picked up a leaf In the autumn woods, Observed its pigmentation - Hints of August green And seldom seen Russet, copper and Burnished tangerine. She brought it to me With deliberation, Like a precious gift, Like a baby bird, Held in her palm Like the memory Of a summer Lost, Like the very march of time - Auguring leaves that shall quiver Far beyond this rhyme. from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/SvplsKT

 Mountain  Roads  Where The journey curves And the vistas Glisten With  Pure glee from R's rue https://ift.tt/anMiQcz

A beautiful ward at Bootham Park This morning I’ve been balancing the books.  It’s going to be a lean and tight month all told as I’m just getting to grips with my part time pay status and tax bills. But I got most things sorted, and was presently surprised that I’m in credit to Northern Power by 800£ Happier than I was, I took Roger down the lane to some friends,  who live in the old mill. Here we chatted and drank coffee, whilst Roger galloped like a loon around their field in the faint hope of catching their beagle bitch.  I’ve been meaning to go down since I got him for it’s important to socialise young dogs with more characters outside his home pack. I enjoy the socialising too as one of my fiends is a retired policeman from Yorkshire with all the sensibilities and flat vowels that I’m used to On my way home, I was reminded of an old Yorkshire Policeman called Ken, who I had nursed in York, and of the time he saved me and my friend Tracie from a bit of a...