Monthly Archives: July 2015

Dating Disabled

An interesting post from a visually impaired lady on dating. Her partner is sighted. Kevin

Jessica N and Makiko's avatarPawsitively Blind

Dating as a person with a disability can be quite tough. There are many dating sites out there for people with disabilities to help them date. Unfortunately, there are also some sites out there that are just gross too and prey on people with disabilities. Some people are big fans of using dating sites as a person with a disability. I have had several friends (with or without disabilities) that have had a huge success with them. However, I just don’t think they are for me. I am too paranoid (Thanks Mom and Dad :)) to use a dating site because really, I don’t know who is at the other end. I also am visually impaired and feel as such, I could be in danger’s way even more. I have a good friend though who is completely blind and uses dating sites and just meets up in a public place…

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On Visiting The Walled Garden In Woolton Woods

Earlier today I visited the garden in Woolton Woods, which contains a large number of benches paid for by the family and friends of those wishing to commemorate the lives of the departed.

A walled garden.

Summer flowers bloom.

Memorial benches speak.

“One day that will be you”.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Woolton_Woods_and_Camphill

A Gentleman Suitor To His Beloved

A Gentleman Suitor To His Beloved

 

 

 

“My darling, let us sit down upon the grass.

Though the firmament fall, my love for thee tis sure to last.

Other men may betray, but my heart is steadfast.

Let us be quick my sweet, for I must dash”.

 

 

The Lady’s Response To Her Suitor

 

 

“Sweetheart, the ground is wet and cold,

To recline upon it would quite ruin my clothes.

The heavens show no sign of falling,

Besides, I hear mama calling”.

 

Written Following A Visit To Keswick (Cumbria)

The following was written a day after having returned from a visit to Keswick in Cumbria. The lake is located at Lingholm, while the brook is situated some 5 minutes walk from the cottage in which we stayed.

 

 

Gentle ripples on tranquil lake,

May your beauty my sorrow take.

Brook that babbles the livelong day,

Thou will wash my cares away.

Discounted Children’s Books By Victoria (Tori) Zigler

Author Victoria (Tori) Zigler is offering a number of her books at a discounted price in the Smashwords Summer Sale. For details please see (http://ziglernews.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/smashwords-summerwinter-sale-2015.html).

 

Kevin

A Visit To St Bega’s Church

During my recent visit to the lakes, I visited St Bega’s Church in Bassenthwaite Cumbria, (http://www.visitcumbria.com/cm/bassenthwaite-st-begas-church/). The building is pre-Norman and it was amazing to touch the ancient arch, constructed out of rough hewn stone and know that it had been built prior to the Norman conquest of 1066.

As explained by the above link, the church inspired one of Tennyson’s greatest poems,

“Lord Alfred Tennyson stayed at Mirehouse in 1835 while he was writing his poem ‘Morte D’Arthur’ and St Bega’s Church inspired the opening lines:

 

‘…to a chapel nigh the field,

 

A broken chancel with a broken cross,

 

That stood on a dark straight of barren land,’.

A small distance along the shore you will find a simple open-air theatre erected by the Tennyson Society at the place where it is thought he composed much

of the poem”.

The Wanderer Returns

I have just returned from the Lake District (Cumbria UK) which explains my lack of posting over the last 4 days. We stayed in a lovely cottage just outside Keswick and spent most of our time walking and, in the evening enjoying the delights of the local hostelries.

I had fun on the first morning. Being first up I took a refreshing shower. Having finished I reached for the door. Being blind I felt around but no obvious way of opening the door could I find. I ran my hands along the rubber seal which holds the 2 halves of the shower door together but could ascertain no way of opening the dratted shower other than employing brute force and given our accommodation was rented this was not a particularly appealing road to go down! Eventually I discovered a knob in the middle of the door which, when pulled released me from my confinement, (on entering the shower I had pulled the doors shut manually so had not noticed the elusive knob)! Anyway no harm was done and the time spent stewing in the shower meant I barely needed to use the bath sheet which I had placed just outside my prison (sorry shower).

While in Cumbria we visited relatives staying on the Lingholm estate, (http://thelingholmestate.co.uk/house). The estate was built in the 1870’s by the architect Alfred Waterhouse and the author Beatrix Potter visited regularly in the last decade of the 19th century.

Prior to enjoying our evening meal I wandered down to the lake (which is fed by Derwent Water). The profound peace of the place was broken only by the gentle lapping of the water and the convivial conversation of my companions and I.

Lingholm is a magical place to visit and I can understand why Beatrix Potter returned for 9 consecutive years.

Cumbria is a wonderful part of the UK and is well worth a visit but beware of the showers …!

#Read about Guest #Author Lucy Brazier

I have had the privilege to feature Secret Diary of Porter Girl on this blog and can recommend taking a look at the website together with reading Lucy’s book. Kevin

Chris The Story Reading Ape's avatarChris The Story Reading Ape's Blog

naughtylucy2Hello there, I am Lucy Brazier although some you may know me as PorterGirl, from the Secret Diary Of PorterGirl blog. I have just released a book of the same name and Chris has kindly invited me along to say a few words about it.

Like many of us who peruse these eminent pages, I came to writing quite young and often wrote stories for my school friends, usually featuring ourselves as the heroes. I wrote a lot of science fiction back then, I have no idea why. My Mum has kept many of these illustrious tomes and they are delightfully bad, as you might imagine.

Once into adulthood, I didn’t write much for many years, apart from a song or two here and there and my dream of being an author was all but forgotten. Until, that is, I randomly took a job at an Oxbridge College as…

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