Tuesday, 13 August 2019

Bran Tub # 17: Moonlight is my Silver, Sunlight is my Gold ...




Moonlight is my Silver, Sunlight is my Gold …



Music was my first love
And it will be my last.
Music of the future
And music of the past.

The card, from where the title of post comes from, depicts this immortal tiger … reminding me of William Blake’s poem … but also bringing to mind John Miles' beautiful song from 1976 ...

Blake's original copy see link



Tyger Tyger, burning bright …
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?







The Nebra Sky Disc - the Pleiades
represented as the circle of stars


Then I remembered the Pleiades … their rising heralded the start of the Ancient Greek sailing season using celestial navigation … which cultures around the world have known since antiquity.







Onto the Cyclades … the island group in the Aegean Sea - with uninhabited Delos considered the birthplace of Apollo – the God of Sun and Light …  







See antipodes for Crates
Mallus


My wandering thoughts went on to Antipodes … any spot on earth diametrically opposite to it … each point is as far away from its opposite as possible. 

We are used to referring to Australia and New Zealand as our Antipodes – not quite true, but for the chit chat of life, near enough …




Trondholm Sun Chariot

Well Bran Tub # 17 has let me wander around … each word or image leading to the next … it seems my world always leads me onwards, reaching out beyond the silvery moon into the great unknown of life beyond the glowing sun …



With these thoughts and images I leave you … it is a wonderful world.

Links to poems and images: for more information and credits ... 

John Miles - musician, songwriter - who wrote "Music" ... the first verse appears here ... 

Tyger Tyger referencing Blake’s original painting of The Tyger c 1795 held by the British Museum …




The Terrestial Sphere of Crates Mallus (c 150 BC) ... showing the region of the antipodes in the southern half of the western hemisphere ... and see Antipodes ...

Trondholm sun chariot ... a Nordic Bronze Age artifact, c 1400 BC

Hilary Melton-Butcher
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Tuesday, 6 August 2019

Clonakilty and why I missed the moon landings …




I suspect I was just plain busy … but that summer (1969) I had been over to Eire to see my childhood friend … we’d been inseparable for the first 9 years of our lives …

Clonakilty pinned in southern Ireland
(Cork further to the east with the large harbour)


 She was very different from me … creative, artistic, horsey … I wasn’t any of those - loved sport, creature comforts … happy to be different – but needed a base to come back to …




Renny was a traveller … and a wanderer … she spent time in Morocco, India, New York, a commune in Wales, and Ireland – married by now possibly twice – I think eventually there were three …


An Sugan pub in Clonakilty

 … she was taking stock at her mother and step-father’s new home in Clonakilty– before deciding on her next ‘escapade’ – however the new siblings weren’t flavour of the month!




I came over for six weeks arriving via the Swansea-Cork ferry – we both needed to think about our futures, but thankfully we still got on really well … one balanced, yet prepared to try things and one happy go lucky …


Gypsy Cob - a mare


… Renny had a ‘huge’ horse – for me: they aren’t amusing … I’d been thrown as a kid when we were neighbours …





… but caution thrown to the wind I decided I’d like to try again – it is not my forte … and this beloved animal walked me up to the top of the hill, then promptly threw me – bang … mind you that could explain a few things?! 




The horse didn’t bolt, once the stars disappeared … he and I walked back down the hill – me feeling pretty dejected that I wasn’t riding, but I had my rather large bump … well that solved the horse dilemma – never again!


Renny's was similar - but
much more rustic and in need
of some attention!


Renny had thought of taking her Romany gypsy caravan with himself (the horse!) around Ireland … that hadn’t and didn’t happen to my knowledge – but she’d always loved her animals …



So we ‘played around’ her parent’s house, yard and outbuildings … it was quite big – there was space for us all … Renny was creative and happily making and designing her own clothes … she failed with me – rather I flunked out – I had the dusty pink, velvety satin pieces for a long long time! …


Clonakilty farmland 

The Romany carriage – looks idyllic … but not for me!   They’re called Vardo carriages … and this one is a Reading or kite wagon … so named as it was made in Reading, Berkshire – west of London …



… it is the  type of wagon that is highly prized by the Romanies for its aesthetic design, beauty and practicality to cross fords, pull off road and over rough ground …


Cobh - the early harbour - where the Titanic
stopped over before her fateful voyage
(near Cork)


Renny was desperate to get her ears pierced … my arrival was the clarion call to achieving that goal … I had a car and we could easily go to Cork …





The English Market in Cork city
… secretly I’d always wanted mine pierced – she was wily though … she knew I was braver and would go first! – then she had no choice but to follow … gosh it hurt – those were the primitive days …



Theatrical poster for the film
'Women in Love'

… we dulled our pain by going off to see a film …  I thought we’d gone to see Women in Love … but as it only came out in September that year … it must have been another similar art house movie – whatever it was the agony was mostly over by the time we came out!



Poster for the film 'The
Pride of Miss Jean Brodie'



Perhaps it was The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, which did come out earlier in 1969 … who knows – not me?!






Beara Peninsula, Bantry Bay area

After that we travelled around … firstly to the west … Bantry, Killarney … we went further north for a few days – we’d just drive and map read our way around – at the end of the day find a B+B …






It was a stunning visit ...  and I love the name
Knockmealdown Mountains!
… we also went east … across the Knockmealdown Mountains on our way to Waterford … where the rhododendrons were out … the whole area had a purple hue … gorgeous colours …







1897 - his wife is holding his trouser belt!
… and slightly north of Cork to kiss the Blarney Stone … I think that’s probably one of the more odd things I’ve done in my life … now 50 years later – no doubt it’s worse ‘disgust-wise’ (unhealthy!) …





Blarney Castle - it's a fair drop!

… whether it achieved its objective: said to give those who kiss it a mystical eloquence … I leave for you all to decide – but if so – it took 40 years to get going!




Then home from Cork on the overnight ferry to Swansea … to Market Harborough, Northamptonshire through the Welsh hills in a thunderstorm … I was flagged down by a lorry driver – who said … go another way – it’s flooded and you won’t get through … I had a low slung girth (the car did! – my low slung version developed as the years rolled by) ... 

Brecon Beacons, Wales


These are some of the remembrances of why I missed the moon landing … Ireland is beautiful … I’ve been back, but would love to go again for further explorations …

It’s a good thing the moon doesn’t wander or ramble on … but I’d half-forgotten those days … fun times – interesting ones too …


This prattle, babble, blather endeth here … thanks for the memories and for reading!


My inspiration and memory jog came from Fil and her husband Tom's recent trip to Cork ... they are from Northern Ireland, but had a visit back to Clonakilty ... they are folk singers, musicians and all things associated with a composer and singer's way of life ... including extra snippets about places visited, book stores, nature ...  delightful stories ... I'm late adding this ... 

Fil's Songs and Stories - found here ...  Thanks Fil and Tom for reminding me that it was Clonakilty that Renny's parents had moved to in southern Ireland ...  

Hilary Melton-Butcher
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