R's rue

  You never know what you are going to get. Monday was grey and chilly with rain. Tuesday came with blue skies and sunshine so I marched away from the house. My route took me up to the top of Greystones Road then down through the woods into The Porter Valley. I took extra care during my descent because of the stormy, wet weather we had just experienced and the fallen leaves all around. Potentially, a lethal combination. From Forge Dam I ascended the hill to Fulwood aiming to catch a bus to Broomhill or Hunters Bar. My first two pictures were taken in the affluent suburb of Fulwood from  viewpoints just five yards apart. The street is called Chorley Road We have got decorators in our house at the moment, patiently working on the heart of the home - hallway, staircase and landing so it was good to get out. I don't know why exactly but having workmen in our house for any period of time really puts me on edge even when they are as professional and considerate as our decorators hav...

 Dreaming of the vast Azure sea shore Ebbing and flowing As is life’s Natural order from R's rue https://ift.tt/oa5v6Sy

Robin Hood? Winston Churchill? Richard the Lionheart? Paul McCartney? Last night in London, a new English hero was unveiled - none other than the captain of our nation's football team - Mr Harry Edward Kane. He won the prestigious Ballon d'Or, awarded annually to the world's best footballer. The winner is chosen by a hundred leading sports journalists from the top hundred footballing nations. Harry is a worthy winner. He is a humble man from a working class East London family and reaching the pinnacle of football was by no means an easy journey for him. He had to work hard to get there, overcoming plenty of disappointments and self-doubts. As a teenager, he trained after the other lads had gone home, educating his left foot to become as lethal as his right boot. Whereas some top players move around from club to club, Harry has really only had two clubs during his career - Tottenham Hotspur from London and Bayern Munich over in Germany where he currently plays. In his club c...

Loving snail mail. Wish I had more.  Pens and stationery Stickers Scarves Sun chips Ginger chews Your turn? from R's rue https://rsrue.blogspot.com/2026/10/loving-right-now.html

  Ted Hughes (1930-1998) ⦿ Edward James Hughes (Ted) was born in the village of Mytholmroyd in West Yorkshire in 1930. After a life in Literature during which he rose to become England's Poet Laureate, he died at the age of sixty eight in a London hospital while receiving treatment for colon cancer. He had received the prestigious Order of Merit just a few weeks before.  Hughes's birthplace in Mytholmroyd At Ted Hughes's funeral in Devon, another giant of post-war poetry, Seamus Heaney, said this:- "No death outside my immediate family has left me feeling more bereft. No death in my lifetime has hurt poets more. He was a tower of tenderness and strength, a great arch under which the least of poetry's children could enter and feel secure. His creative powers were, as Shakespeare said, still crescent. By his death, the veil of poetry is rent and the walls of learning broken." from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/eXDfhLg

 Lord Hear my cries My pleas My yearning The desires Of my heart from R's rue https://ift.tt/1HOskng

  Oh my, who is that in the skeleton costume last Thursday evening.? Why- it's none other than our five year old granddaughter Phoebe! It is after school but she is about to go back there for the school's Halloween party where there will be hot dogs, candyfloss, scary tattoos and disco music. Back in my day, Halloween was not a thing in this kingdom but through American influence and films, the notion of Halloween "celebrations" or events has gradually crept into our culture. I suppose it's no surprise that  America's current president is actually a big orange pumpkin with an empty head where a candle flickers dimly ahead of the midterms. His appearance is even scarier than that  of a five year old skeleton girl.  By the way, Phoebe had a great time at the Halloween party. Fortunately, Big Orange Pumpkin Man did not turn up to scare the  little schoolchildren away. from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/lERXqYo