Wednesday, 31 July 2013

30 day Blogalong challenge

In an effort to try and get myself blogging more often I've signed up to Effy Wild's Blogalong Challenge - to do a blog a day for 30 days. for the month of August!    Tall order, considering I've been doing about 10 a year in the past while, but here goes .... nothing ventured nothing gained.   Thank you Effy for the push !!



I've even been slow on my journalling this summer what with the wonderful weather we've been having plus Fiddlers Green Festival as a legitimate distraction (as opposed to all the illegitimate ones that my goldfish brain keeps falling prey too).  It would be brilliant to get more focussed on my writing again and I'm hoping that this will help a bit.  

So, we're starting tomorrow.  




Friday, 12 July 2013

Dreaming



I wrote this song back in 1994 in the middle of a tour in Germany and before the ceasefires here at home.

Things were very bad at home .... Everytime Tom and I headed away on a tour we both had been feeling that we didn't want to go back again.   But at the same time while we were away I was incredibly homesick.   We were staying in a part of East Germany where nobody spoke any English and while I loved the place I still couldn't settle.   Every morning I woke up feeling a compulsion to get back to Ireland as quickly as possible.


One night I dreamed a very vivid dream and our host suggested I write it down into a song ... The first 5 lines are exactly what I dreamt.

"I saw the devil, he was running after me
Past the Madonna who was happy just to be
In a room that was falling around her with thunder
That was coming from the floor not above as it should be
But when i turned around the door I'd just come running through was gone
And I awoke to find myself in the middle of this song
I'd been dreaming"

On the following two nights I had more dreams - I was very taken by the strength of the East German people who had stood up for themselves and brought about the collapse of the Wall.

Then I saw the women from the Eastern world come walking
'cross the desert from their homeland in the search for something better
And my answers to their questions didn't measure to their strength
And someone murdered someone and the money'd all been spent
And the cause they'd all been working for got swallowed in the greed
And I thought about these women and their struggle to be free
While I'd been dreaming.


  Only dreaming, I'd been dreaming
  Dreaming, only dreaming
  And I thought about these women and their struggle to be free
  While I'd been dreaming.

After all - at home we were all just the same, worshipping different named Gods but otherwise the same.

Then I saw a building with three women in the scene
One threw a bomb and the second one she screamed
As she pulled through the broken body of her child from the chaos
To the third dressed in green in the uniform of order
And as I calmly watched I suddenly could see
That they all looked the same and they all looked like me
But I'd been dreaming

  Chorus:
  Only dreaming, I'd been dreaming
  Dreaming, only dreaming
  And as I calmly watched I suddenly could see
  That they all looked the same and they all looked like me
  But I'd been dreaming

I didn't feel we were able to speak out at home and was feeling the effects of living under the stress of constant fear for so many years.   

Well do you wonder what it means?
All these pictures in my dreams
All the yearning and the fears
And all the terror and the screams
Well I can still feel the devil round the corner of my memory
And he's waiting for a woman who won't stand up and be counted
And I'm sure there's others like me
Afraid to have their say
Simply sitting back and hoping that it all will be ok
But that's just dreaming.

  We're just dreaming, only dreaming
  Dreaming, only dreaming
  And I'm sure there's others like me
  Afraid to have their say
  Simply sitting back and hoping that it all will be ok
  But that's just dreaming.



Spiced Granola

I found this lovely recipe for a spicy granola adapted from Good Housekeeping

Wonderful sprinkled over yoghurt, or as a breakfast cereal.


Makes about 1 3/4 lbs

Preheat oven to 160°C (140°C fan), mark 4.

In a large bowl, mix together
1lb rolled oats (I use jumbo oats)
3 oz nuts roughly chopped (or any other nuts available)
3 oz pumpkin seeds (today I used a mix of pumpkin, sunflower and sesame seeds)
3 1/2 oz dried fruit
1 tbsp ground cinnamon

In a separate pan, heat gently for about 30 sec, until very liquid
4 oz runny honey
2 fl oz vegetable oil

Stir in
Finely grated zest of 1 orange
1 tbsp vanilla extract

Pour over the oat mixture and mix thoroughly.

Divide the mixture between two large baking trays and spread out evenly.   Bake for 20-30 minutes, stirring once, until golden and toasted.   Leave to cool completely before bagging or storing in an airtight container for up to 3 months (if it lasts that long!  - In our house it lasts about a week).

I use whatever fruit, nuts and seeds that I have available and sometimes mix it with shop bought granola to stretch it out a bit.




Tuesday, 2 July 2013

A walk in the Mournes ...

It was so beautiful here on the last Sunday of June - we headed up into the Mournes at the Bloody Bridge - walking away from the sea for a change... 
 




Lots of foxgloves peeping out of the ferns - they look like wee fairies coming up to see what was going on  

Looking down to the Irish Sea - it was so clear we could just about see the Isle of Man in the distance

The colours in the rock pools were so clear...
I love the shadows ... this was on the bridge that Tom was standing at earlier ..Knew I had long legs in some part of my life!!!


 and back down again .... next time we'll get up to the Mourne Wall ...