‘For centuries, Hollow Earth conspiracy theorists have tried to prove that there’s a whole other world beneath our own. But first they need to find the way in…’
In the newspaper publishing industry, today marks the start of what is known as
‘The Silly Season’
the time of year when the senior reporters and high-ups of the media world decamp from the metropolis to go and lie, for around a month, on a sun-soaked beach somewhere – preferably exotic – leaving the minions in charge of filling the newspapers with whatever stories they can find – or invent!
On ‘Googling’ for information on the film ‘Journey to the Centre of the Earth’ I found this article in the Telegraph and ‘the silly season’ immediately sprang to mind. Here’s the link to the Hollow Earth conspiracy theories article, hope you enjoy this silly story to kick-off ‘The Silly Season’.
The King William IV is a delightful country style pub discovered while Mr E-D was in hospital. After visiting him one Saturday evening, we spotted this lovely black and white pub on the way home and stopped for a meal. We all chose the beer battered fish and chips supper which was absolutely delicious.
Yes, this was the only way to travel up the Monastery Route in Petra, Jordan. Either that or climb the 800+ stairs carved into the side of the mountain; which would you choose?
Thanks to everyone who sent good wishes my way for Mr E-D, I really appreciate your kindness. Surgery has been required and he’s now recovering, so I hope you will not Mind the Gap in service from me from time to time for a while here on the blog, as I have quite a long journey to and from the hospital every day.
It’s great to see everyone’s black and white photos, they really give me a lift and I’m very grateful that our fledgling community endeavour is thriving so well – what a super bunch of people you all are. Ellie 😀
“Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.”
~E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web
I adore Nigella, it is such a pretty flower and apparently became a familiar sight in English cottage gardens during Elizabethan times.
This white variety, I have discovered, is called ‘Miss Jekyll Alba’, but I prefer its more romantic name ‘Love in a Mist’. The more common colour is a very lovely blue, which is clearly the variety Mr. Swinburne is referring to below in his beautiful poem.
Light love in a mist, by the midsummer moon misguided,
Scarce seen in the twilight garden if gloom insist,
Seems vainly to seek for a star whose gleam has derided
Light love in a mist.
All day in the sun, when the breezes do all they list,
His soft blue raiment of cloudlike blossom abided
Unrent and unwithered of winds and of rays that kissed.
Blithe-hearted or sad, as the cloud or the sun subsided,
Love smiled in the flower with a meaning whereof none wist
Save two that beheld, as a gleam that before them glided,
Light love in a mist.
Love in a Mist by Algernon Charles Swinburne