I took this picture in March outside the Youth Hostel in Borth on the Mid Welsh coast. I was running a singing workshop for 2 days, and was feeling particularly rough as I had had a nasty virus the week before. It took a long time to get to Borth on the train from London, but we had a lovely weekend and this was one of the nicest photos I took. A solitary runner on the beach…movement in the runner, the waves, birds flying and the rapidly sun sinking…but strangely there is so much stillness in the picture too.

Last week I found myself with time to waste in a South Yorkshire City, so wandered into the centre only to see loads of kids ( after school) jumping in the fountains. As many of them had their swimming attire with them, it must be a place to go when it gets hot and you want to stay cool! Looks like a lot of fun.

SONG OF THE DAY-  Tyler James……..click here  blog 1st march 2011

Yup I was singing his praises over a year ago and now he is in the final of the Voice….

 I am harping back to an old post of mine, because it was all about ROUND and has several groovy ROUND images. I took pictures of a few round things I encountered in one day of  in London, and thought about the song WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND which interestingly in French is called les moulins de mon coeur which even with my pigeon french means THE WINDMILLS OF MY HEART… I wonder if only the title was written in French or if it was first written with French lyrics…I have not had time to do enough research.It is a wonderful song and harks back to my love of  many things French.



First word is…ROUND ha ha ha.  The opening two melodic sentences were adopted from Mozart’s second movement from his Sinfonia Concertante for Viola, Violin and Orchestra, so I should be gushing about my love of all things Austrian.. and today following the fine example of some of my fine fellow blogger djbaroque I am listing the words- as they are great.Does anyone knows if it the lyrics were written in French first? I would love to know.

today is compare and contrast the original versus the lovely Dusty

Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel,
Never ending or beginning on an ever-spinning reel,
Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon,
Like a carousel that’s turning, running rings around the moon,
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space,
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind,
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own,
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone,
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream,
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream,
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind, 
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head,
Why did summer go so quickly? Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand,
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway or the fragment of a song,
Half-remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware,
That the autumn leaves were turning to the colour of her hair,
A circle in a spiral, a wheel within a wheel,
Never ending or beginning, on an ever-spinning reel,
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find,
In the windmills of your mind

Taken earlier this week near the south east coast of England. The title of the challenge signified by the sole figure – a solitary, but happy person on a bicycle cycling towards civilisation from a path that came from the edge of the North Sea. Had a little chat with them as they passed by.


Sister Rosetta Tharpe -Down By The Riverside

what a woman! what spirit!