It’s amazing how some tunes can transport you back in time to moments or certain experiences in your life. This song, by Van McCoy, takes me back to the time I played rugby for Askeans in Kent, waaaay back in 1975. I’ll not tell you what the other lads used to sing instead of “Do the Hustle”, but they were great days – training twice a week and playing on Saturdays, always followed by a few beers of course. 😊
The ‘proper’ video for this song was pretty boring, being just a few still images, and I didn’t think Pan’s People dancing in Baby Dolls was quite appropriate. So I selected this much better quality video featuring a popular Japanese dance group called Perfume. (I’ve never heard of them, but you learn something new every day! Watch out for the moving pavement though).
While Jude caught up with old friends at Kate and Geoff’s Waterside Café, Jo, Aaron and I drove just a few miles up the road to the Lochcarron Weavers to find some MaCrae memorabilia. We’d also been tipped off that just across the way there was a very interesting 10 minute walk up to the abandoned village of Stromemeanach, which was left to fall into ruin in the 19th century in favour of Lochcarron itself.
On the way back, we stopped off to view the ruined Strome Castle, where Jo actually broke into a run (possibly for the first time in 10 to 15 years) after taking some photos of the Highland cow and calf (in pic 11). I only took one picture of her running, but it turned out pretty well, so I had to post it.
Later that day I strolled down to Slumbay Island (though it’s inappropriately named as it’s still connected to the mainland even at high tide), where I captured a couple of shore birds and, as usual when I find myself on a beach, I found a few stones to stack. 😊
Without doubt, my favourite song of all time, which had quite an influence on me at the time (which I won’t bore you with now, but I was only 14), was this song from Marvin Gaye. I’m sure he needs no introduction, but for me he was a musical genius and, like many of that ilk, his life was far too short and too tragic . Thankfully his music will live forever, so sit back and enjoy!
After 10 days just outside Sheffield, in Hathersage, our next port of call would be the west coast of Scotland. My elder daughter, Jo(anne), now lives in Melboune with her Australian partner, Aaron, and he had mentioned that his ancestors (named MacRae) probably came from somewhere near Applecross. So we set off in the hope of making some family connections.
On our journey we stopped to take photos of Glen Coe and (possibly the most photographed building in Scotland) Eilean Donan Castle, which was founded in the 13th century and was the stronghold of the Clan Mackenzie and their allies, the Clan MacRae. (Sadly that was about as close as we got to any connection, as there are so many strands to the MacRaes in that part of Scotland and we had very little information to start with).
This week we go back to the disco beat with a tune by Phil Fearon and Galaxy called Dancing Tight. Born in Jamaica in 1956, Fearon moved to London when he was 5 and eventually set up a recording studio in his North London house. Together with backing singers, Julie and Dorothy, he had his first hit with this record, reaching no. 4 in the UK in 1983 (according to Wiki). However, the video below says 1984 and was probably taken from the UK’s infamous Top of the Pops TV programme. I’m not sure if he made it in the States, but he did have 2 other UK Top 10 hits ‘Do What I Do’ and ‘Everybody’s Laughing’ (the video for which is worth watching in itself).
Don’t miss the forward flip half way through the song. Impressive or what!?
It’s funny how certain places crop up again in your life. It was only last year that Colin and I started and finished our Inn Way to the Peak District walk in Hathersage and, this week, Jude and I just happen to be staying in a small cottage on the outskirts of the village.
On Tuesday, I had a little time to spare and so decided to do a walk, which didn’t cover the same ground as Colin and I along all the ‘Edges’. My route would take me south along the River Derwent as far as Calver, where I turned west to the ‘plague village’* of Eyam, before heading back across the moor to Hathersage.
Along the way I saw many birds, including 3 nuthatches (not captured on camera unfortunately). But just to forewarn any slightly squeamish readers, I’ve included a series of 3 pictures below of a European Robin taking care, as it were, of a huge worm.
*In 1665 the plague hit the small town of Eyam and, led by the Reverend William Monpesson, the locals agreed to a self-imposed quarantine to stop it spreading. At the top of the hill, I passed a well, where food and medicines were left in exchange for the villager’s money. The coins were subsequently disinfected with vinegar. Figures vary but around 270 villagers died, with anywhere between 83 and 430 surviving.
As previously mentioned, my wife and I are in the UK at the moment and on Monday we went to visit Judith’s parents, Angela and Lawrence. After a delicious lunch, Angela took us on another wonderful walk, this time around the Limeworks Heritage Area at Llanymynech. (I’ve never understood how to pronounce these Welsh names, but I understand the first y is as you might expect, like an ‘ee’ sound, but the second y is more like a u, as in bun. It’s no wonder I’m confused!)
Anyway the village straddles the border between England and Wales and the old Limeworks does the same, such that there is an English Quarry and a Welsh Quarry. As you might expect, the two were fiercely competitive, until a tunnel was made which connected the two and they decided to merge. However, the Limeworks eventually became uneconomic and closed in 1914.
The Offa’s Dyke long distance path also runs alongside.
I mentioned a few weeks ago that I might have to get out my bike if I was going to get any exercise and, today, I did just that. My road bike may need a little tlc before it’s roadworthy, so I opted for my mountain bike, even though I would be cycling on flat, smooth tarmac (at least for most of the way) alongside the river Rhone.
When I was planning the route, I noticed that there was a small lake, a monastery and a ruined chateau near Sierre, so that became my target – about 16 km (10 miles) away from where I started, after unloading my bike from the car in Sion. Along the way I took a few short detours to capture some of the other small lakes nearby, as well as a few pictures of the Sierre golf course. I hope you enjoy the ride… 🙂
As I mentioned yesterday, I was looking to visit some Art Galleries while in Krakow. However, there are many ‘Museums’ in the city and it wasn’t clear which would have what I was looking for. So I popped into the Tourist Information Centre, where a young lady swiftly put 5 crosses on one of her free maps. (The map was upside down so I was very impressed with her knowledge of the city – especially when I subsequently discovered that each one was precisely marked!)
My plan was to visit 2, maybe 3, so I set off for the furthest away, which was the Museum of Contemporary Art in Krakow (or MOCAK for short). There I discovered a particular exhibition of sculptures by Krzysztof M. Bednarski entitled Karl Marx vs Moby Dick. (Now there’s a match you don’t see every day). I’ve shown only a few of his items below, but what that man cannot do with heads of Marx and metal shapes representing a whale is not worth knowing about.
Note that I’ve split this post into the different galleries that I visited, so don’t forget to page further down… 🙂
Next up was the National Museum. Here there were a number of different themes, including some Henry Moore sculptures, various arts and crafts and an extensive collection of works by the prolific Stanislaw Wyspianski.
I still had some time to spare so I wandered along to the Jozef Czapski Pavilion. Here I was a little disappointed. There are one or two paintings on display, but the building is a sort of annexe to the Emeryk Hutten-Czapski Museum. It houses an important collection of Polish coins and medals, which is OK if you like that sort of thing…
Just around the corner was, perhaps my favourite of them all, the EUROPEUM or Centre for European Culture. This was to be the last I visited. (The 5th is above the Cloth Market or Sukiennice in the Main Square in case you ever decide to visit). And, I think it’s perhaps fitting, given the reason I went to Krakow, that the last image is of the inside of a Tavern! 🍻 Cheers!