Drawing the Line

    There has been lots of debate recently about the over sexualisation of teenage girls. We can't stop talking about how distasteful some of us find the raunchy antics of celebrities and the advertisements for teenager's clothing ranges.

    Yes, we know that sex sells, always has and probably always will. Even if we go back 60, or 70 years in the movies, young female starlets were cast in the lead role not on account of their wonderful acting skills, but because of their sex appeal.

   Without a doubt, due to the Internet and other media outlets it's now out there for all to see, therefore making it a very difficult thing to police. Yes, some girls may try to emulate their idol, or wear their skirt as short as the model's in the advertisement, for them it's part of growing up.

    However, it is our duty as adults to protect our girls and boys whenever possible. Providing both with a good sex and relationship education I believe is critical in helping them distinguish the difference between right and wrong. Ultimately, the teenagers themselves are the only ones that can draw the line that should not be crossed.

   

Super Luna

    As the moon cosies up to Earth on Sunday, 10th August; should we brace ourselves for a natural disaster such as an earthquake, and volcanic eruption? Or, with all the man-made disasters that are going on in this crazy world should we just enjoy the beauty of her lighting up our night sky?

    I'm hoping that the clouds won't come along and spoil the sight of the perigee moon, because I'm depending on its light whilst I'm keeping a look out for vampires, werewolves and any roaming deities that may want to gatecrash the party.

   

   

   

     

Lights Out

The declaration was made.

Words of diplomacy had failed, there was nothing left to be said.

Trenches were complete.

The battle lines drawn, a healthy optimism could save them from defeat.

If the snipers bullet's didn't their lives defend,

The boom of the shells, would stop their scarred mind's ever being able to mend.

As the rats ate the dead soldiers colleagues bodies, that lay by their side,

some reminded themselves that they took the King's shilling.

Yes, they went there willing.

 Believing what they, their King and Government thought was right,

that lamps were going out all over Europe and the people were being left without a light.

#GreatWar #poetry

A Mediterranean Treasure

 

Paphos Harbour Castle

 
    If you've ever visited the Mediterranean island of Cyprus, it's hard to believe that hostilities took place there. Unless you visit Nicosia, the island's largest city which still bears some scars of the heavy fighting there, it's unlikely that you would notice that this warm and friendly land has had its problems.

    Nicosia is the whole of the island's capital, however it is split into two zones. The south being governed by the Republic of Cyprus whilst the north is known to Turkey and only Turkey, as the capital of the Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus.

    A buffer zone patrolled by a UN Peacekeeping Force maintains peace and security in the region, amongst the Greek Cypriots and Turkish Cypriots, through a ceasefire that was agreed forty years ago this month.

 

Theoskepasti Church, Paphos

    When I think about some of the conflicts that are taking place today, I hope that like the governments in Cyprus and Turkey they will allow their people to have normality reinstated in their lives soon, whilst talks take place.
 

Paphos Harbour

        There is so much to see and to enjoy in this country. With its colourful history, architecture and succulent food to sample, it's a pure Mediterranean treasure.

Literary Butterfly

 

 
    With airlines now placing tight weight restrictions on travellers luggage, gone are the days we can pack four, or five, four hundred page paperbacks to read while we're on vacation.

    However since the arrival of eReaders and the wonderful choice of eBooks available, we can take as many books we want along with us.

    I'm a bit of a literary butterfly while I'm on holiday, as my brain in relaxation mode likes to flit from book to book. Therefore, I make sure I download my Kindle with novellas and compilations, including those written by classical authors.

    I have a collection of works written by Edgar Allan Poe, Charles Dickens, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Louisa May Alcott and Mark Twain. What will take my fancy? Who knows, but wherever I start I'll be able to nourish my mind with words from the masters.

The Devil is in the Detail

 

    Good versus evil plays a big part in what I write and this includes the whole Heaven and Hell thing. Therefore, the decision made by the Church of England to offer an alternative baptism service, that makes it optional to 'repent sins and reject the Devil' I found fascinating. 

    Some within the church believe that certain teachings within Christianity are outdated, there is a need to engage with the congregations now and the future, in language that is uncomplicated. But, let's give their target assemblage, children, youths and young adults respect and realise that they more than ever recognise the difference between mythological and supernatural beings. 

    Religion is a personal choice and I'm not convinced that changing words will necessarily have the desired outcome which is to attract more parishioners. The question I'm asking myself, 'Is editing out the Devil on this occasion the correct thing to do?' 

    

        

Small but Perfectly Formed

River Tummel

    The sonic boom of jet-aircraft flying overhead, reverberates along the valley as they leave their Scottish base.

Pitlochry

  The attention of the tourists walking along the main road, is momentarily interrupted, as  they raise their eyes towards the blue summer sky, to try and identify what's causing this unexpected noise.  They only catch a fleeting glance of the two Royal Air Force crafts passing overhead, before they can once again immerse themselves in the picture perfect surroundings and  absorb the Victorian beauty that Pitlochry has to offer.

    Outside the library the wicker female golfer swings her club amid the pretty flower bed, only one of the beautiful displays that fill this town in the Highlands.

Suspension footbridge

   Stopping at a sign-post, I choose to follow the sign that leads me to Port-Na-Crag. At the end of the steep path I step onto the suspension footbridge that replaced the ferry in 1913, as a means to cross the River Tummel. However, the gentle swaying makes me feel rather uneasy and I decide against carrying on. The flowing water below adds to my insecurity and I only want to be suspended mid-air long enough to take a couple of panoramic photographs.

View from dam, back towards footbridge

    Upstream from the bridge I could see the dam and hydro power station, which is my next stop. Built in post World War ll , it was feared that this man made water collection point would hamper the journey of the thousands of fresh-water salmon who travel this course each year to breed.

Fish ladder

    But, taking this wonderful feat of nature into consideration, the design incorporates a fish ladder, which allows them to leap onward, as they have always done.

Pitlochry Railway Station

    Taking a shortcut back from the dam through the railway station, I pause on the non-swaying footbridge to take a few more snaps. Looking around from this unlikely vantage point, I wondered as to how much the local area had changed since the railway first brought visitors, including Queen Victoria here 150 years ago.

     Things will have altered for sure, however when the passengers alight now they too will be delighted by  the town that has remained small but perfectly formed.