Cats & Dogs & Television

It has been one of those aggravating days already. I’ve been on the phone fighting to get an auto-debit reversed that was twice the amount I agreed to. *sigh* After waiting 45 minutes for a supervisor, I was finally just told to call back at 2. So thanks to Lee Duigon for posting this video today, because it made me laugh, and I needed that! Maybe some of you need a good laugh too…

Incidentally, I don’t have a cat that watches TV, but one of them will chase anything that moves on my phone screen. She’s knocked it off my desk more than a few times in her frenzy to “catch” her pixelated prey.

Lee Duigon

How into TV are your pets? The dogs in this video take it very seriously.

Of all the cats I’ve had, only Buster took an interest in television. He always tried to catch the little elephants on Nature. And he sat in my lap and watched all of The Creature from the Black Lagoon. I could tell he really liked it.

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North-easterly VII: A final grace

The Silent Eye

“…Manifest thy light for my regeneration, and let the breadth, height, fullness and crown
of the solar radiance appear, and may the light within shine forth!”

Abbe de Villars, ‘The Comte de Gabalis’

“We’ve just got to the top of the slope by the castle,” said the voice on the phone, in answer to my query. We had been a few minutes late arriving on Holy Island, and our companions had begun to stroll out towards the medieval castle that dominates the island landscape. Having failed to find them in any of the three cafés where we had looked, we had located them by phone and, putting on a bit of a spurt, finally caught up with them. From here we could look back at the beginning of our journey, over the water to Bamburgh Castle, just as the spiritual pilgrim looks back on his inner journey and sees with…

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How Life Intersects with Writing

Andrea Lundgren

This is part of the Insecure Writer’s Support Group blog-hop, designed to help encourage authors and foster discussions about writing topics across the internet and the world. This month’s question is “How do major life events affect your writing? Has writing ever helped you through something?”

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Most of the time, life affects my writing by overturning my scheduling and making it so writing doesn’t happen (like last month, when I had so much work to do, I didn’t even get to write a blog post). Thankfully, my work involves the world of writing, as I get to coach authors and edit manuscripts, but it can still be a challenge as it reminds me regularly that I’m not getting to my own work.

When I do get to write, I’m reminded how much it helps me. I’m a happier, better person when I get to write, and here are a…

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North-easterly V: Layers

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

A short walk along the coast from Craster is another of the most iconic sights on the Northumbrian shore…Dunstanburgh. The castle has inspired artists and poets over the centuries; Turner and Girtin both painted the ruins, and so did I, long ago, when I was teaching myself to paint. I had only ever seen the castle from a distance, though… this was the first time I would step within what remains of its walls.

Like the castle at Bamburgh, just nine miles up the coast, Dunstanburgh was built on a much earlier site. Our earliest ancestors had used the rocky outcrop and had built a promontory fort there, ringed with earthworks that were, almost two thousand years later, incorporated into the defences of the thirteenth century castle. It is a curious feeling to see those same ancient earthworks still intact, topped by the ruins of a grandeur a mere seven…

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A Thousand Miles of History XVIII: The path through the sea…

Can’t go to this amazing place in person? Sue Vincent provides the next best thing! Enjoy this amazing visual and historical tour.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

The tide was still in when we reached Marazion, and yet a line of people snaked between the shore and the island half a mile into the sea, seemingly walking on water. We were going to join them, walking the old pilgrim route to St Michael’s Mount, one of the first points on the Michael Line, that runs from the westernmost tip of the land to its eastern shores.

The Mount rises from the sea topped with a fairytale castle and is now completely cut-off from the mainland. The castle, like the island, has belonged to the St Aubyn family since around 1650, although it has been gifted to the nation, the family still lives there and manages the mount and the tiny village at its feet. Aside from the thousands of visitors, it is a peaceful place, though it has not always been so, and for a thousand years…

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