Cats can work out mathematically the exact place to sit that will cause most
inconvenience. ~Pam Brown (Indeed…sitting in my seat, I do believe)!
A catless writer is almost inconceivable. It’s a perverse taste, really, since
it would be easier to write with a herd of buffalo in the room than even one
cat; they make nests in the notes and bite the end of the pen and walk on the
typewriter keys. ~Barbara Holland
I bought this painting recently, having been drawn towards it and virtually hypnotised into the purchase…it is old and evokes a sense of 1950’s rural Ireland…and one of my favourite authors wrote expansively about this time…Edna O’Brien.
artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his
pictures. ~Henry Ward Beecher
There has never been a cat
Who couldn’t calm me down
Past my chair.
History is a cyclic poem written by Time upon the memories of man. ~Percy
Today I went for a lovely, long walk, down in the old park around what was an ancient house by Lough Key. This is the old stable block as seen through the portcullis…
If one could make alive again for other people some cobwebbed skein of old dead
intrigues and breathe breath and character into dead names and stiff portraits.
That is history to me! ~George Macaulay Trevelyan
This is the old family church near where the old house once stood…the roof has gone and the shell of the beautiful old building stands alone…