Very miscellaneous non-knit
Wren, I didn’t see you and your boyfriend at the Farmers' Market, alas – but I saw your fractal cauliflower! And admired it, as I was queuing for some dirty, misshapen vegetables. Unless they had another one in the van.
I had a very successful time. We had pork chops for lunch yesterday, very tasty, and will have mutton today. The woman who sold me the rolled shoulder of, said that it could be roasted, slowly, but I think I’ll go for braising on a bed of the aforementioned vegetables.
Nicola Fletcher, half of the husband-and-wife team who run
– maybe ’s
– premier deer farm was there herself on the Fletcher stall. I told her that
her father, Henry Chalk, used to teach me Greek (at Britain ). It was disconcerting to find her a grey-haired woman in late middle age.
Knee-high, when I knew her. Glasgow University
My brother-in-law just sent me a wonderful link. But what’s this about its being banned?
Do read catdownunder on the subject of antipodean water and its descent through plugholes.
One thing is certainly true of the antipodes, though. I once had the pleasure of meeting Margaret Stove and her husband. He is a countryman, and it was his first trip north of the equator. He remarked on how very odd it was to find the sun in the southern sky.
There is a story in Herodotus somewhere (I think) of some intrepid Greek sailors who reached the
Cape of Good
Hope, and came home with the news that they had seen the sun to
their left as they sailed eastwards. The stay-at-home Greeks responded with
pull-the-other-one, but it is the very detail, of course, which proves to us that
they had really done it.
Cat’s preceding blog entry is about the usefulness of the ancient languages in later life. I was with Greek Helen when her first son, Oliver, was born. (He died at six-and-a-half weeks. His birthday was three days ago.) Her husband was travelling from
Cairo to at the time, but didn’t make it for
the birth. Helen and I and a wonderful obstetrician and a nurse were the four
people in the room. The nurse said, calmly, “we have some bradycardia” as if it
were something the doctor might like to know was available. I remembered enough
Greek (cf Henry Chalk, above) to know that she meant, “The heart is slowing
Helen, in those days, didn’t know Greek. She’s way beyond me now.
The Brownstone is speeding forward. When one catches sight of it lying about, it looks a plausible size and shape for a young man, and I am really rather hopeful for it.
We’re not concerned with colour here, although in fact it’s come out better than one might have expected.