Ecleticism
Have been reminded of several things this weekend - familial relationships and how testing they can be, however far advanced we think we are. Actually there is very little new about what we do - life is full of circles, even social media has a parallel universe in history somewhere. This weekend I went to my cousins sons’ first birthday party in London - Charlie minor. Had a lovely drive up the M3 (only two lunatic drivers putting the rest of us to the test) and then a scenic stroll past Hampton Court and through Richmond Park managing to avoid hordes of fluorescent cyclists and herds of deer. Birthday party passed by successfully, lots of cake, children all got on, cousin managed to block my phone trying to send embarrassing photos and had an interesting conversation with uni lecturer on the distressing state of students entering university education who don’t know how to feed themselves and can’t understand why everything isn’t handed to them on a plate and why they have to go out and get it for themselves. Most disturbingly that one of the leading media agencies is scouring social media sites and copying the ideas they find and promoting them as their own because the graduates they’re employing aren’t coming up with anything better - think on and look sharp, that advert you’re watching could have been inspired by something you wrote on your blog! Hey - ho.
Weekend replete with long walk, mostly uphill to Clarendon Palace - lovely sunny day, green fields and blue skies and medieval destination of historical importance which used to be covered in trees and has been cleared and excavated and was well worth the uphill hike. Very reminiscent of a bear hunt (throught the long grass - swishy swashy..) Treated to slide show of Charlie majors year in Melbourne - sleeping Koala’s, Log cabins, hydro-electric water management, hunter spiders - barbi’s, beaches, mountains, hanging rock, art, sculptures, botannical gardens, beaches, boats and Kangaroos - would I go? Maybe, but not in the hot season. Challenged enough by trips to Wales and sorties to Scotland, let alone further afield.
