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It’s been raining pretty much all day today, good for my garden and allotment but not quite so good if this happens to be your school summer holidays or you’re the parent of a child on holiday.
I was thinking back to my school summer holidays, the best six weeks of the year. No school! We used to spend our time outside. Either playing at each others houses or off in the woods making dens and pretending to be Robin Hood or King Arthur. When it rained though, we had to resort to playing indoors, and that other staple, watching children’s daytime tv. This was in the days before home computers, and in particular the ZX Spectrum at which point my summer holidays would take a different path.Hard as it may seem now, there were only three channels and daytime tv for kids was reserved for the school holidays only, the rest of the year it was educational programmes and perhaps some Mr Ben at lunchtime.
In the school holidays though the daytime tv was awesome. There was everything from Larry “Buster” Crabbe in the black and White serials of Flash Gordon or Buck Rogers.
There was also the original (and in my opinion, the best) Superman, played by George Reeves
My favourite though had to be Space:1999 This was the series that was made for me, it had everything, great stories, action, was set in space, and had the. Best. Spaceship. Ever! The EagleThis is what summer holiday tv was all about.
Macbeth: A Novel by A.J. Hartley
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This is an audiobook available via audible (and worth every penny), you can download it here in the UK and here in the USA. Even if you are not a Shakespeare fan I recommend this to you.
One of my favourite genres when it comes to reading is the crime novel. For me I suspect it started probably from watching black and white Sherlock Holmes movies on tv as a kid.
The Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce, Holmes and Watson was where I began. As I grew a little older I seem to remember moving on to the novels, and I still have the first one, a folio edition of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
A little older still and I had moved on to The Hardy Boys,
I think if you were a boy you either read The Hardy Boys or Alfred Hitchcocks The Three Investigators,
if you were a girl then it was probably Nancy Drew . I started with The Shore Road Mystery and The Great Airport Mystery, and my collection grew from there.
From there I moved onto Dick Francis, Agatha Christie and Robert B Parker as well as many others. For an English Literature project I covered the Sherlock Holmes stories, and have read crime novels ever since.
There are times when I don’t read at all however. Normally they come after I have read several books back-to-back and can’t seem to settle into another one, they don’t pass the 50 page rule. (The one that says if I’m not hooked within the first 50 pages then I’m not going to and probably should give up). They are of course not always crime, my other vices range from natural history and travel to military history and real science to name a few.
After a recent non-reading spell though I was really struggling and I found myself turning to my kindle and opening the complete works of Sherlock Holmes again. I’m not sure how long it’s been since I read Arthur Conan Doyle’s tales of the great British detective, and I happened to select The Red Headed League, a little at random. I must admit to not really remembering the story, but it was just what I needed to kickstart me back into a “crime-phase”. From there I went onto reading some newer crime, including a book that I have agreed to review for the authors upcoming virtual tour in September, but more of that nearer the time.
I am pleased that Holmes and Watson can still spark that interest in my reading and drive me back to the genre that I love. In my head I have also plotted out the next couple of books that I want to read, a David Hewson,
a Peter James, perhaps some Parker and Christie too, as well some scenes for my own writing; all from reading that one Holmes and Watson story, so there will definitely be more of the greatest detective due of all time too.
The Remains by Vincent Zandri
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
The artist with fork and trowel.
The paint; soil, seed, seedling or plug.
The art; the hues of colour, texture and structure.
The image that once painted; changes day on day, month on month.
Owen was an artist with the earths paints under his fingernails. He spent his days, his months, his years working on his ever changing canvas. His pictures were those of vegetable and flower, of fruit and shrub.
He was at one with his work, his art. His creativity bought him and inner peace. A sense of calm in an increasingly chaotic worrld. A world where many wanted to practice art the same as Owen’s, but few had the patience or the inspiration to create a masterpiece or even a simple doodle.
For some inspiration was natural, for others it came from other arts. Those of book, television, film and video. For those who sought their inspiration in this way, their art too flourished and grew. For the majority it was a short flirtation, a passing phase before moving on.
For Owen his inspiuration was hard earned and honed over many, many years. Learning from any source he could find and absorbing new informtion, adding it to his palette to form and mould the images on his canvas and sharing that with the world around, the images showing in a natural gallery that of the garden.
I love growing dahlias in the garden. There is something about the range of colours and the range of flower types that draws me to them every year; and every year it draws the slugs and snails in too. These guys then munch my precious blooms, often before they have had a chance to flower, leaving nothing but sticks or stumps, which will never become the object of my fascination, only my frustration.
In defence of slugs I am sure that they have their uses, but mostly I can’t think what they might be. I do sometimes wonder if the slime that they use to effortlessly glide around the pots and paving slabs in the garden can be harnessed for some nefarious purpose. Although slugs have no problem moving about on it, if you’ve ever gotten any on your fingers you’ll know that it is one of the most disgusting and sticky substances known to man. So perhaps if you are able to “cure” it, could it be a viable glue replacement? Could Solvite market it as an eco-wallpaper paste?
Perhaps you could draft-proof your house with a long row of slugs around the gaps where the wind whistles through in the winter months?
If slugs were edible (they might be for all I know, but I am not going to experiment on this one to find out), could they be the next big thing around the campfire and be a replacement for marshmallows?
I’m sure as a schoolboy I can remember being both the giver and recipient of the slug-down-the-back-of-the-shirt trick, and I am sure that there are many other options when it comes to what little boys could use them for.
Despite that the short answer is I don’t know if they have any practical purpose, even the great Google couldn’t really tell me, apart from there seemed to a small consensus in the squishing department.
They are of course a great source of protein for those animals that eat them. Hedgehogs, birds, domestic-fowl and apparently pond fish, all are keen consumers. I have known this for some time which is why I don’t resort to using poison bait in the garden for the slugs, due to accumulation in the food chain, and potential for unintended effects on the non-target species, e.g. the slug predators, but also the fact we have dogs and don’t want them accidentally consuming the slug pellets too. That said the predators aren’t doing enough to reduce the prey population in favour of my dahlias.
Now of course there are “environmentally-friendly” slug pellets, which have an iron or aluminium rather than a copper content, which are not as toxic to non-target species, but still dispatch the slug. They have never seemed any more effective than a healthy hedgehog population though, so this year though I’ve been trying the WMD of slug warfare, the biological weapon. The nematode. Or rather not one single nematode, but billions of ‘em, these little microscopic worms live naturally in the soil, and an application via watering can of more nematodes means that the population increases and attack the slugs in greater numbers. The slugs stop feeding and eventually die, leaving my dahlias alone, or at least only for the snails to eat (the nematodes don’t seem to go for them), but it at least gives them a fighting chance. So far it seems to be working, and is relatively hassle free if a little on the expensive side, but time will tell if it isn’t a success then I’ll have to go back to the drawing board, and see if there isn’t a more productive use for them, either that or start farming hedgehogs!