Hello blogging world!
Now I am well aware that blogging under the influence of wine should be avoided. (Said from some experience!)
But this evening I felt inspired to follow in the steps of my brother and his girlfriend (as well as many others) to start my own blog.
The problem, of course, is what to write about. I have called this blog "Thoughts and self-reflection in South Dorset". Not a particularly interesting, or even revealing, title, but one I hope is self explanatory. I have lots of thoughts you see. Sometimes in a useful, what-are-we-going-to-have-for-tea kind of way, and sometimes in a random, not-very-well-structured, loopy-as-a-box-of-frogs type of way. My new mantra is that they MUST BE SHARED (perhaps not all of them though, that might be a bit too much!) So, sorry for that in advance.
Having just got back from holiday, I feel the need to discuss the nature of time. This is something I feel I simultaneously know a lot and a little about. Obviously, the passing of time is something I have an understanding of (seconds, minutes, hours), as is the concept of doing time or time travel (especially after watching "Donnie Darko" multiple times). However, what I do not understand is how the passing of time can be so fluid and changeable. For example: I have just had a two week holiday which feels BOTH like it has lasted forever and like it only started five minutes ago. How is that possible? I have done LOADS of stuff (including random, no-one-else-was-volunteering falconry, canoeing and many beautiful walks) but yet it feels like two minutes ago I was packing to go away. Any thoughts would be welcome, either posted below or sent in an email to: iunderstandmorethanmanyinherentlycleverphysicistsdo@underlyingconceptofthespacetimecontinuum.co.uk*
*The blogger accepts no responsibility for the end location of said emails or possible reactions to them.
Saying that, I had a lovely holiday; it almost tempted me to jack it all in and become some kind of craftsman (actually, craftswoman, or person, I wasn't tempted by a sex-change as well) in Pembrokeshire. Or possibly, someone who runs self-catering holidays there. Or maybe just run away and join a travelling troupe of actors. We went to see one. They performed "A Midsummer Night's Dream" in the beautiful venue of "The Bishops's Palace" in St David's. It was...ok. Some performers were very good. Others...were less so. Still, it gave me some ideas for my forthcoming production...
The only disappointment of my holiday? Not seeing the puffins nesting on Skomer Island. Apparently they know exactly when the school holidays start and disappear just before that! I did see a few out at sea but it's not the same... never mind!
Well, I hope that wasn't the worst first blog ever. Hope some of you stick around.
Ro x
