In the Face of Adversity

    The Salvation Army, a Christian charity organisation was established in London in 1865. Its founder, William Booth and his family had concerns about the amount of homelessness in London and decided to take action.

    Preaching the gospel of Jesus Christ to the poor and needy of London firstly, then taking their message around the UK  they encouraged and supported those in need to help themselves.

    In June 1880 they launched themselves in Australia, United States and Ireland. Now, a world-wide organisation they continue to do a great job helping individuals and communities get back on their feet when faced with disaster.

    When we see the latest tragedy that London has had to face over the last few weeks with the fire in Grenfell Tower, we see that humanity becomes stronger in the face of adversity. Disregarding political and ethnic differences, people pull together whatever misfortune they are confronted with.

https://www.salvationarmy.org

www.redcross.org





   

The Moon is Made of Cream Cheese?

    Kids don't think about where the food inside their packed-lunch box comes from, or  the reason why they should include a minimum of 5-a-day of fruit and vegetables in their daily intake of food. That's the boring stuff that adults talk about and part of the rules that are imposed upon them.

    A child will be satisfied that they have a full tummy at the end of lunch-break. They either don't know, or care why it is necessary for them to have a nutritional diet. The importance, is something that both parents and school has to take responsibility for. Education arms them with options, something that we know is very important in all aspects of life.

    The British Nutrition Foundation is 50 years old this week, and as part of, Healthy Eating Week, they want to get the message out that balanced, healthy eating isn't just about the here and now, it's also about the child's future health.

    The BNF did a survey of 5040  kids ranging between the ages of five to sixteen, asking them about the origins of their food. The answers were somewhat surprising. Fruit pastels and strawberry jam they believed could be included in their 5-a-day. Tomatoes grow underground, cheese and other dairy products come from plants. As well as, fish fingers being made of chicken.

    Yes, the replies do make you smile, but on the other hand are worrying and show that we can't sit back when it comes to educating our future generation in the significance of healthy choices.

    Of course, I do know that poverty can restrict the food that is put in a child's mouth, but I'll leave that sad point to another day.

There was a man lived in the moon, lived in the moon, lived in the moon,
There was a man lived in the moon,
And his name was Aiken Drum.
Chorus
And he played upon a ladle, a ladle, a ladle,
And he played upon a ladle,
and his name was Aiken Drum.
And his hat was made of good cream cheese, of good cream cheese, of good cream cheese,
And his hat was made of good cream cheese,
And his name was Aiken Drum.
And his coat was made of good roast beef, of good roast beef, of good roast beef,
And his coat was made of good roast beef,
And his name was Aiken Drum.
And his buttons made of penny loaves, of penny loaves, of penny loaves,
And his buttons made of penny loaves,
And his name was Aiken Drum.
And his waistcoat was made of crust pies, of crust pies, of crust pies,
And his waistcoat was made of crust pies,
And his name was Aiken Drum.
And his breeches made of haggis bags, of haggis bags, of haggis bags,
And his breeches made of haggis bags,
And his name was Aiken Drum.

                                                            Author Unknown 


https://www.nutrition.org.uk/healthyliving/bnf-healthy-eating-week.html

Paul's Story (Book Extract)

 

Paul’s Story

     Paul knew if he was going to come face to face with his adversaries it would be around the next corner. Paul’s breathing is shallow, he’s overwhelmed with fear. Beads of sweat form on his forehead and top lip. He walks at a steady pace, treating every noise he hears with suspicion.

    “Meow, meow, meo…ow.” A screeching black cat darts behind him and leaps over a garden fence and vanishes from sight. Paul is so startled that his heart is now thumping; every beat reverberates through his body. He turns right after Henry’s Pharmacy, the street is quiet. He decides to quicken his pace, around the next corner will be East Orange and he’ll be on the home run.
    “You’re out late tonight nerd,” a voice speaks from the cover of the shadows. A voice that Paul instantly recognizes.Two young men step out from behind a parked pick-up and stop the young man in his tracks.
    “Kurt, I don’t want any trouble.” Paul takes a sharp intake of breath when he catches sight of the stiletto Kurt’s holding.
    “Trouble. Why would there be any trouble between you an’me nerd?” Kurt Hills scrapes the edge of the blade frighteningly along Paul’s chin. Both he and his lackey, Robbie Dillon, are smaller in stature than Paul, but unlike them, he never carries a weapon. Paul tries to walk on, but Robbie quickly stamps on his foot with force, causing the fearful young man to stagger into Kurt.
    “Why are you pushing me out of the way nerd? If I wasn’t a forgivin’ kind of guy, I’d think you were trying to start some kind of a fight.” Kurt pushes Paul with force, turns towards his friend and says to him, “Aren’t I a forgivin’ kind of guy,Robbie?”

    “You are, Kurt, you are.” Robbie smirks.
    “I ne, ne…, never pushed you deliberately Kurt. It was an accident. I must have lost my footing.” Paul is scared, he’s unsure of what to do.
    “Do you hear that Robbie? The nerd lost his footing.” Kurt laughs sinisterly.
    “A bit clumsy if you ask me, Kurt.” Robbie forces a laugh.
Kurt takes a step forward and walks straight into Paul, using his full body weight as he does so. Paul loses his balance and falls backwards onto the parked car his two attackers had previously hidden behind. His back slams down onto the hard metal, winding him momentarily.
    In the event that Paul might fight back, Robbie takes no chances and kicks Paul’s legs away from him, leaving the young victim lying over the hood. Gravity takes over and Paul thuds to the ground. Kurt sneers and kicks Paul hard in the gut, causing Paul to coil in pain. A laughing Robbie is eager to inflict further harm and poises his foot over a prostrated Paul’s head.

    Dread fills Paul in anticipation of Robbie’s foot making contact with him. He tries to shield his face from the foot he can see coming towards him. He feels as if everything is taking place in slow motion. He takes a deep breath, to ready his body for the pain, then, beep, beep, beep. The vehicle’s horn sounds loudly and its lights begin flashing intermittently. The unexpected bursts of orange lights illuminate the victim’s anguish.
    “Get away from my truck, you little… Get away, I’ve called 911,” a man’s voice shouts angrily from one of the nearby houses.
    The aggressors scatter into opposite directions, leaving Paul on the ground like a great oak that has just been felled. Paul picks himself up with some urgency, as he can hear a police siren in the distance. His body aches but he wants to make himself scarce before the police arrive.There would be too many questions in need of answers.
    He hurries the short distance before turning the corner into the relative safety of East Orange. He was home, battered and bruised, but home.

The End of extract from Salvation No Kissing Required


https://www.amazon.com/Salvation-Kissing-Required-Christina-Rowell-ebook/dp/B00CH82OL6
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Salvation-Kissing-Required-Christina-Rowell-ebook/dp/B00CH82OL6

The World is Your Oyster

    Shellfish, are a particular favourite of mine and in Scotland  we produce some fanatstic specimens. However for the last one hundred years, Oysters have been a stranger to our rivers and lochs, due to over fishing.

    Hopefully, though in a few years they will be back filtering the water in the Dornoch Firth. Due to an experiment by, Herriot-Watt University, Edinburgh, as part of a water purification project, 300 native oysters are bein reintroduced to the firth. The university hope that a reef of over four-hectares can be created. Funded by the Glenmorangie Distillery, who pumps cleaned waste back into the inlet, they believe that the oysters who store carbon will create an ideal location for marine life to flourish.

    Nature, can take care of itself if given a chance. Therefore I hope the oysters can make a come-back with a little help from their friends.




   

   

Walking on By

    There are things that we see on a regular basis and for some reason we never take any real notice of them and one such thing that I haven't taken a great deal of note of, is the Cross Well, in the Royal Burgh of Linlithgow. I've featured Linlithgow's, loch and the palace on several occasions, but, for some reason I've just walked on by the well.

     It most certainly isn't a new guy in town, the stone carved crown which sits outside the Burgh Halls,  is kind of hard to miss. The original Cross Well, was a dipping well which also provided the town's folk with their water supply and was erected in 1535.

    Linlithgow witnessed many bitter battles, as Scotland struggled to save its national sovereignty. The well was damaged on the arrival of Oliver Cromwell's, Roundhead troops, after defeating the Scots at Dunbar in 1646.

    Restoration was undertaken in 1660, by order of Charles II and what stands on the site today is said to be a replica of this, carved in the 19th Century. Recently, it has went under restoration and the water is now again running, interestingly a time capsule has been inserted. What ever happens in the future, the residents of Linlithgow will get a glimpse of their past.

   

A Hair-Raising Experience

    Something I have never really thought about before is how the whole concept of libraries came about. While they may have evolved differently throughout the world, I want to talk about the UK. I thought I'd find out a little more about it, because it's the 291st anniversary of the first circulating library opening in the British Isles.

    It was Edinburgh wig-maker, Allan Ramsay's interest in the written word that lead him to become a founding member of the, Easy Club in the city. The club's members were like-minded young men who had an interest literature. Ramsay's visits to the club developed his own writing skills. Leading him to  close his wig-making business and concentrate on being a poet, playwright and publisher. On, May 25th 1726, following the opening of his own bookshop, he began to rent out his stock of books and from this, the first library was born in the Britain.

    Ramsay wrote song and verse in English and Scots. Upon whose style, Robert Burns based his own wording in song and verse on.  Burns acknowledged this well respected man in this verse,

'Ramsay an' famous Ferguson

Gied Forth an' Tay a lift aboom

Yarrow an' Tweed, to monie a tune

Owre Scotland rings

While Irwin, Lugar, Ayr an' Doon

Naebody sings."

 

    Ramsay continued throughout his life to contribute to the arts in many ways, publishing other writers works and investing in plays being brought to theatre.

    We continue to fight for the survival of libraries and I wonder what this man would have to say about their demise.


Works by Ramsay:

The Gentle Shepherd (1725)
The Tea Table Miscellany (1724)
The Ever Green (1724)
 


Photo used of: Kings Bookshop Callander By CR

When You Have Eliminated the Impossible

   

     ‘How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?’

                                                                                                          Sherlock Holmes

    Body snatchers, hiding in the shadows of Greyfriar's graveyard. The overwhelming stench of human waste, overcrowded slums and child labour. These are some of the characteristics of 19th century Edinburgh.

     It may be living in this dark, grisly place as both child and man, is what gave Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, one of the foundations for his wonderful mysteries.

    Born in Edinburgh, May 22nd 1859, Doyle returned to study medicine in  the city's university in 1876 until 1881. Here is where, they say he drew his inspiration for the character, Sherlock Holmes. The character itself is said to be based on one of the professors there. His first story of the sixty that Doyle wrote featuring the great detective, A Study in Scarlet, was written in 1886 and like many aspiring writers he received many rejections before publication.

    Also being interested in spiritualism, I'm sure added an extra depth to his writing. His stories having what seemed ghostly goings on, when in the end it could all be easily explained.

    Thank goodness his home town is no longer a place to fear, it's a place to enjoy. Unless you're scared of the ghosts that is.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle 22 May 1859-1930