My Sunday Photo: 12 April 2015

MSP150412This Picture was taken yesterday afternoon. Do people still call this the bud haze? I hope they do, because no other term would be so descriptive of such a romantic time of year. In just a day or two, barren-looking woodlands become sacred temples.

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Dear So and So: A Little Piece of My Story

I’ve been thinking a lot, lately, about how to tell some of my own story. I’ve never attempted this before, but quite a few lovely bloggers have inspired me for a good while, now. And then, just in the last day or so, I saw that this blog hop is being revived by Michelle at Mummy from the Heart. Suddenly, I knew what I wanted to do. Here is the result. Oh, and to those of you who’ve supported me for the last two years, with tweets and messages, thank you all, too. I know this is only a tiny bit of ‘me’ and a few of you will wonder about the rest. Please bear with me. OK, let’s go:

Dear Lady at the ‘special needs’ table, at the college open day,

First of all, sorry to give you such a long name to be ‘also known as’. But for one thing, I’m sorry to say I’ve forgotten your real name, and for another, it’s perhaps for the best that I don’t put it here. I’m sure you would understand.

I think that the one and only time we met will remain with me forever. As I recall, it was like this: I’d been walking round the advice and information tables that evening, getting gradually more despondent about my chances of adding to my formal education, so as to be able to take my working life in a new direction, or at least feel more fulfilled in the work I do. For an hour or more, all I’d really learnt about was the extent of the problems in my way. I was reluctantly preparing to leave. After all, I was way too old, wasn’t I?

And then I came to your table, near the exit. Now in those days, I didn’t much appreciate what ‘special needs’ is usually supposed to mean. As it happened, that didn’t matter, because, as well as being able to advise would-be learners with all kinds of learning difficulties, you also knew all about advising those who were, for example, victims of unusual circumstances.

You smiled, and greeted me. I only hope I managed to smile back. As you offered to help in any way you could, I began to tell you some of my story of the hindrances to my education (not my parents’ fault) that had beset my earlier life. You pointed to a chair, and sat down yourself.

I felt as if I was slowly thawing out after a long time in cold storage. You listened, just throwing in a few questions and words of advice now and then. After a few minutes, life didn’t seem quite as bad. A plan was coming together, but there were still countless ‘what ifs’ running through my head. And then it was time to conclude.

We stood up, and you smiled again and looked at me as we shook hands.

What you said then is what I will always treasure. I hope I manage to pass it on to others. It was not some inspirational quotation from Winston Churchill, Thomas Edison, Rudyard Kipling, or Ernest Shackleton (although I love many of those.)

It was just this:

“Phil…

It’s not too late!”

By now, my eyes were filling. Trust me, it was all I could do, not to walk round to the other side of that table and hug you. I smiled through unashamed tears, and left, happy.

The story of the next two years, and the qualifications I have achieved, would take another letter. But, for now, I want to say that I feel calm about the way forward; even though there are still a good many ‘what ifs’ left, they don’t scare me any more.

Dear lady, thank you.

Love from

Phil xx

Dear So and So at Mummy from the Heart

I’m also linking this post to ‘Share With Me’ set up here, by Jenny at Let’s Talk Mommy.
This is especially because I’ve never posted anything as personal as this before. (But it feels right to do so now.)

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My Sunday Photo: 5 April 2015

MSP150405Once a common site, now rare; a forge fire. This one was at the old railway workshops at High Peak Junction, Derbyshire. I tried my hand (with help) at making a poker, which was rather fun!

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My Sunday Photo: 29 March 2015

MSP150329As many people know, reflections fascinate me. This was one I found this week, and caught!

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Project 365: Last Lap to Spring

365-150315March 15: The first really pretty tree in blossom that I had noticed this year.

365-150316March 16: Roots of geranium cuttings just stuck in water!

365-150317March 17: The afternoon sun catches these shiny ivy leaves.

365-150318March 18: Surprise! A present from a kind relative; I never knew the words ‘cake’ and ‘left over’ went together in the same sentence. She seemed to think they did. I didn’t argue.

365-150319March 19: Remember that drastically chopped back privet…? Well, look what’s happening to it now!

365-150320March 20: These birch trees seemed to be begging the Sun to give them their leaves back.

365-150321March 21: And we’re back to another of my favourite flowers. Spring has come.

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My Sunday Photo: 22 March 2015

MSP150322This plant (periwinkle) grows wild in my dad’s garden. I think it’s quite pretty, though.

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Project 365: Spring is Nearly Here!

365-1503044 March: An old gateway at the side of a churchyard; what stories could it tell?

365-1503055 March: In honour of my trusty conveyance passing its MOT test!

365-1503066 March: Quite literally, tete-a-tete!

365-1503077 March: It was bread that made all the commotion. A fast shutter speed (1/250 second) hasn’t altogether frozen the wing beats!

365-1503088 March: I love testing new light sources. This little table lamp is lit behind me now, as I type, fitted with an LED lamp, just 4.5 watts!

365-150309March 9: These are older than me, made of metal, and made in England!

365-150310March 10: Nature takes over in weeks, yet alone years. Who were the platelayers, long since passed on, who laid this?

365-150311March 11: This probably doesn’t mean what you’re thinking! ‘Run’ means that a motor will start and run if the button is pushed and released, until the stop button is pressed. ‘Jog’ means that the motor will only operate while the button is held down. This was part of a college course practical assignment, photographed before being dismantled!

365-150312March 12: There is so much ‘spare’ urban light at night, you can take pictures by it!

365-150313March 13: A warm and humid day made this amazing haze effect.

365-150314March 14: Fruit trees are seriously budding, now!

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