Posts tagged “the Poozies

Photo Challenge of The Week – Rainbows


Rainbow in North London

rainbow The gloomy skies are back in London. So a little reminder of the loveliness of rain! This I took from outside my back door. Rainbows are just such  magical things, always make me feel hopeful. I never am able to walk on by when there is one in the sky. There is something about having all the colours in the spectrum, of the world together which is just breathtaking.  Found a nice website that explains all the different types of rainbow there are.

One more thing today.  The last 2 weeks, I seem to be hanging out with a carrion crow . It  has taken to sitting just above my computer on the little  3ft  roof extension. It is banging and squawking a lot, I thought we had phantom  builders!  It seems to have found something in the gutter it quite likes. I thought there might be a wasps nest, but have not quite summon the courage to get a ladder out and have a look. I don’t know if they like wasps?


The Poozies- There’s another train-written by Pete Morton

Mairearad Green, Eilidh Shaw, Sally Barker, Patsy Seddon and Mary MacMaster

A wonderful song about the fact that it is never to late -“There’s another train, there is always is , maybe the next one is yours”

Boys, Bonfires and Funeral Pyres

Boys and Bonfires

Now don’t get me wrong, I am very partial to a quick ‘Gingang Goolie Goolie Goolie Watcha’ round the camp fire, as the best of us. But I am not “like totally” into bonfires. Mr P on the other hand just loves his bonfires, and any excuse to set fire to a bunch of old wood, and he is ‘heaven sent’. I was thinking about bonfires just the other day as an old friend sent me some pictures of someone we used to know, who had been, at their ending, burned  on a pyre in India. Loved ones  attended the ritual and danced around the pyre (there is a very strong smell for a bit). At the end of the process, all that was left was tinder and bones, and a clear picture of the person’s skull. I thought this was magnificent and think it would be much nicer to have someone’s skull when they were gone than a carton of ash that could be any old ash. Worth reading the hindu man in newcastle, BBC article that forbids him from having his body burned in a funeral pyre with all his family watching in the UK.  I can really see the wonderment of being burned on a big bonfire and your soul flying off in the flames…sounds rather good to me. And then my skull could be put on the mantle piece with a flower in it!  I found a cool site called the Good Funeral Guide that has a great little blog about funerals around the worlds and different traditions.Bonfire Heaven

Goodness, not really being gloomy here. All happened because the old man had a bonfire in the garden, and wondered why men often seem to really love bonfires. Also thinking about all the significances of fires, beacons, light, heat.


The Poozies -We Build Fires.

The Poozies began their career in 1990 after Patsy Seddon and Mary Macmaster, aka the Scottish harp duo, Sileas, had been working with singer Sally Barker on a solo album. They all agreed that a new women’s group was a good idea and when Sally met the all-Ireland accordion champion, Karen Tweed, at the Hong Kong Folk Festival, the band was born. This is a lovely track and the words are tops. It is also a lovely song to sing as a big choral piece, though the ‘bingo style’ tinsel fringey stuff in the back of the stage sort of add a strange incongruousness to the poignancy of the lyrics and performance.