Yep

For several months we have been building up to a major external review of the university. They like us = happiness and joy, they do not like us = misery and pain.

It finished yesterday. Happiness and joy. So despite the fact that this review has dominated my life for some time, I will say no more about it and get onto important stuff.

The poor Scaffie has been out of the water for weeks. She does not like this, she has fever all day and chills at night. At 7:00 this morning Hisashi, Laura and I foregather to relieve her pain.

Everything goes wrong. The battery of the mighty Hi Jet is flat. We manage to start her using jump leads attached to Hisashi’s rig. We get to the harbor but subsequently the mighty Hi Jet refuses to start no matter what power is injected from other cars.

The truck is dead

The truck is dead

We push the Hi Jet and trailer into a corner for later treatment and row the Scaffie out onto the wild and wistful ocean. It is 7:30 on the most beautiful morning so far in the long history of the globe.

We humiliate ourselves by raising sail in every possible wrong way. We are blown onto the shore twice. Luckily there are few humans around to witness my uselessness. Notwithstanding, Laura helms us back to the mooring in front of my house

Laura at the helm 7:45

Laura at the helm, 7:45

We sail onto the mooring most elegantly but nobody sees it. Anyway the mighty Scaffie is back on the water.

Much later, after work stuff, Sunset comes and I am at sea.

Red Sail in the sunset

Red Sail in the sunset

I mean, what can I say about sailing towards the sunset as everything slows down?

Tranquil

Tranquil

Bye bye 30 July 2015

Bye bye 30 July 2015

Anyway, I sail back in the gloaming and pick up the mooring under sail, which most of you will not appreciate the wonderfullness thereof. I swim back to the house in bath temperature sea.  The moon is nearly full.

I am very happy not being a lunatic.

I am very happy not being a lunatic.

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Tits

When in England I was able to take photos of English birds – mainly Tits.

This is a Blue Tit but it does not look like one.

This is a Blue Tit but it does not look like one.

Greater Acned Woodpecker

Greater Acne-ed Woodpecker

Dunnock

Dunnock

Great and Blue Tits

Great and Blue Tits

That’s all folks.

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Home Again

London- Amsterdam-Taipei- Naha.

Home again.

Yay!!

Yay!!

Fish

Fish

Okinawa

Okinawa

Whee!

Whee!

Ie Jima

Ie Jima

What can I say?

What can I say?

Grunt

Grunt

Au clair de la lune

Au clair de la lune.

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These Are My Mountains

Rosy and I go to see Mummy. We drive through film-set English villages with wooded tudor houses, ancient coaching inns, saxon churches where Edward Gibbon is buried. The Giant Hog Weed  surges from every hedgerow.

One of the Saxon churches where  Gibbons is buried.

One of the Saxon churches where Gibbon is buried.

Told you so

Told you so

Mummy at 92 is in good form, although I am not sure she really knew who I was. Her manners, impeccable as always, would of course not allow her to display any doubt and she welcomed me most graciously.

The background music in the sitting room of the home was a medley of sing along numbers. Mummy has always been a great singer and we went through, Ye Banks and Braes of Bonnie Doon, Flower of Scotland, These are my Mountains.   Mummy, Rosy  and I lead the singing and the other old ladies joined. After Scotland, we moved to Jamaica and sang, Yellow Bird, Island in the Sun and I Left a Little Girl in Kingston Town. Best fun. I played Amazing Grace on my IPhone as Mummy sang.

Sad to say, I'm on my way, Won't be back for many a day.

Sad to say, I’m on my way,
Won’t be back for many a day.

Lots of love, Mummy.

Roast beef of old England with roast potatoes, buttered cabbage,creamed horseradish, gravy and fine wine.

Roast beef of old England with roast potatoes, buttered cabbage,creamed horseradish, gravy and fine wine.

Thanks Muladys!

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Obsequies

Auntie Margie has gone to it. May flights of angels sing her to her rest.

My sister Rosy organized the ceremony with great delicacy and skill such that Margie was remembered with respect and love but without undue  maudlin.

Cat themed coffin

Cat themed coffin

Alan spoke the eulogy and others read and stuff. We sang “All Things Bright and Beautiful” and “Jerusalem.”

A gaggle of Calders

A gaggle of Calders

We than went back to Springbank to guzzle Egg Mayonnaise, Cheeses and Onion and Smoked Salmon Sandwiches.

Konichewa!

Konichewa!

Later we ate Fish and Chips.

Has earth anything to show more fair?

Has earth anything to show more fair?

Frenzy

Frenzy

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England

England is where I am at. Barry and Rosy have the most amazing house and garden. It is beautiful. So far from Okinawa.

That ‘s the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children’s dower
—Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!

Fulcrum

Fulcrum

The best garden

The best garden

Trees and lawns

Trees and lawns

Pink

Pink

Park

Park

Prince Andrew

Prince Andrew

Rhubarb

Rhubarb

Gate

Gate

There is so much more. Congratulations to Rosy and Barry for creating such beauty.

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Dappled Things

So the storm is over. All very satisfactory as I did not abandon my boat and leave her to be destroyed and abused by the wind and waves.  However now comes the challenge of getting her back in the water as there are so many adventures that I want to  taste, touch, feel, smell, eat, drink, rub up against and massage into my hair. OK I have no hair but you take my drift. I am determined to sail back to the Keramas and also to Tern Island.

Today? er no, the island is in a state of recovery from a  post Typhoon hangover and all is quiet and generally blurry. Also I will be traveling and so the Scaffie will have to remain onshore for a couple of weeks.

So, if I cannot be fighting the tiller then I embark on my secondary love – voyeurism. I love to look at things, from afar and also from very near to. This is what I do this weekend, apart from a lot of work, but that is dull.

Pacific Rim Egret. This egret comes in 2 morphs , one white, one grey. This is the first dappled one I have seen.

Pacific Rim Egret. This egret comes in 2 morphs , one white, one grey. This is the first dappled one I have seen.

Cattle Egret. You have to click on all these photos to get the full dappledness.

Cattle Egret. You have to click on all these photos to get the full dappledness.

Eurasian Tree Sparrow eats rice missed by the gleaners.

Eurasian Tree Sparrow eats rice missed by the gleaners.

Post Typhoon Kingfisher

Post Typhoon Kingfisher

Kentish Plover. Dude we are going to build a Marine Research Facility all over your ass.

Kentish Plover. Dude we are going to build a Marine Research Facility all over your ass.

Tern Island - there are hundreds of terns nesting here. I will bring the Scaffie here and anchor just offshore and get the best Tern photos.

Tern Island – there are hundreds of terns nesting here. I will bring the Scaffie here and anchor just offshore and get the best Tern photos.

These are Roseate Terns. Notice black crown, orange bill, orange legs.

In there same place are Black Browed Terns.

In the same place are Black Naped Terns.

To my great disappointment, it would appear that the pair of Black Naped Terns that nested outside my house has not returned.

I snuffle around in the bushes close to the shore a bit like the questing vole as in, “Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole.”

Busy Bee

Busy Bee

Madame

Madame

Mr Howard, who had a nick-name that I cannot remember, could not pronounce the word

Mr Howe, who had a nick-name that I cannot remember, could not pronounce the word “wasp.”

Never seen one of these before. Very beautiful. I would pay anything for an asian butterfly field guide in English.

Never seen one of these before. Very beautiful. I would pay anything for an asian butterfly field guide in English.

80% of the beach is made up of hermit crabs

80% of the beach is made up of hermit crabs

They look like pebbles but they ain't.

They look like pebbles but they ain’t.

Great day watching dappled things.

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