Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Esther Rose's 24th. What a grand ol' time. Road trip to Scarborough and a brief stop in rainy Whitby on the way home. I have to say Scarborough is an odd place, very amusing.. and I am not sure I would be able to come away from there and write such a romantic love song.. the place reminded me of what I imagine to be a grungy, tacky, biker version of Miami and a lot cooler in temperature (despite what the bathing beauties must of thought the temperature of the sea to be - but hey, the English make the most of what they've got so I should hold my tongue!!)

 

 

 

 


After all that though; I'd recommend everyone go to Scarborough Fair.
And finally; Esther Rose is a Hot Chicken and I am so pleased to have such a wonderful friend over here.

Judy and Sully.

A Year Today.

So, it's been a year today that I arrived in Newcastle Upon Tyne, England.
That first day was truly odd, but good. I was very nervous and it was cold and grey. Not like today at all.
Today is sunny and bright and in fact there is not a single cloud to be seen out my window,
well a single-short streak behind what must be a plane is there, but that is all... and of course the big
round sun. Blinding and burning and incessantly there.
It's giving me that bluey-green haze in front of my eyes that you get when there is too much sunlight to take,
(o so poetically) mirroring the 'metaphorical' haze I seem to have been living in since I got here.
You know, it's been a year and I still don't feel quite settled.
Must be a job thing?
I'll get myself sorted though, I will, you just watch me.
In this last year I have been to France, been to Scotland, been back home, been a bridesmaid (or a maid of horror.. honour?), cut my hair, cut my hair again, worked 3 different jobs and a 4th one off weekend job, cried a lot, laughed a lot, walked (an awful awful) lot, made an entirely new life for me in a city where I knew only one person and the haze is still here. Maybe that might suggest that there is a light shining somewhere all the time... or maybe that is just me getting carried away. To be honest, I can be as poetic (as terrible as my poetry can be) as I like to try but I am actually rather bleeding blunt and realistic. So it is likely that I am in a haze for no reason whatsoever that I will ever comprehend, and it'll just end when it decides to do so on it's flipping own.

Wow, the end of that paragraph seems a little morose.
But I am not, honestly :)

Photo's taken by me, about a year ago; 'A Walk To Kibblesworth and Back'
A year.

Is it okay...

.. If I want to jump a plane to Kangaroo Valley and sunbathe in the mountains for a while with my eyes shut to everything? Just for a little while? Progress can be so slow some times. Oh well, can't fight the man all the time, sometimes you gotta just play by their rules and wait for all the processes and legalities to be complete.

I know the second image doesn't really match my ideas of a place to sunbathe, but it looks like a fun festival all the same.

1. Hampden Bridge, Kangaroo Valley
2. Happy Valley
3. Moss Vale Road, Kangaroo Valley