Tuesday, June 13, 2006

All over the place

Since my last post I've been all over the place, both literally and metaphysically.

In search of Spring sunshine I went to Sicily for a week or so. Chilled out on a beach. Admired the sunsets. Tried to figure out what to do with my life.

Back home again I went fishing. Up to Huntly in Aberdeenshire. Fishing for big trout miles from anywhere. Solitude. Trying to figure out what to do whith my life.

Today I got back from Prague. Went there to a Czech wedding with my wife. Fantastic wedding. Beautiful city.

Back home in the Pundy House. Trying to figure out what I'm going to do with my life.


  1. Welcome home. We're happy you're back, and I bet the trout are, too.

  2. Are you calling me a trout?

  3. Maybe a little Yeatsy trout...

    I went out to the hazel wood,
    Because a fire was in my head,
    And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
    And hooked a berry to a thread;
    And when white moths were on the wing,
    And moth-like stars were flickering out,
    I dropped the berry in a stream
    And caught a little silver trout.
    When I had laid it on the floor
    I went to blow the fire aflame,
    But something rustled on the floor,
    And some one called me by my name:
    It had become a glimmering girl
    With apple blossom in her hair
    Who called me by my name and ran
    And faded through the brightening air.
    Though I am old with wandering
    Through hollow lads and hilly lands.
    I will find out where she has gone,
    And kiss her lips and take her hands;
    And walk among long dappled grass,
    And pluck till time and times are done
    The silver apples of the moon,
    The golden apples of the sun.

  4. jta are you trying to woo the Minx through my blog with cunning poetry? Personally I think she's too hard-boiled for that sort of stuff. As for me, I prefer old man Yeats. Or your stuff come to that.

    Anyway, I didn't see no glimmering girls - with or without apple blossom in their hair. It's just not the kind of thing you see around Huntly. Unfortunately.

  5. Not a bit of it, Bill, I wouldn't presume to pitch the smallest part of a woo at Minx. It's just an excuse to drag out the old hit by Little Willie and the Parnells.

    I'm sure Minx will forgive the 'hard boiled' crack, because at heart she's just an old softie...just don't mess with her. An original, is Minx. Writer, I think.

    By the way, did I say welcome home? I'm sorry about the girls in Huntly, but I hope you did serious damage to the fish stock. Lately I just go down to the river(Shenandoah)and watch it go by. It's enough.

  6. I am almost afraid to comment in case you go away again!
    Welcome back, hope you're here to stay. I have missed your posts somefink dreadful!

    Right, niceties over!

    Hard boiled, you bugger!!
    At least jta has the sense to, at least, try and woo me with his Little Willie.... and it worked!
    (Can I have a poem now jta, not somebody else's. I've been a good girl, I waited and didn't write anything silly on The Pundy's blog! Pleeese).

    Anyway, glad the fish have let you come back. Are you back in the writing seat?

  7. Yes, welcome back!

  8. Gentlepersons:

    I must rise to protest your bantering-about of my name. Any further raillery will not be commented upon gracefully by my solicitor.

    I remain,

    L Hughe Willie

  9. Insert old adage here!

  10. "Oh dear, oh dear," as the Grumpy Old Bookman once said somewhere. Here we have Pundy back from the highlands in a somber and introspective mood, no doubt filled with purpose about his novel and probably the next one too, and we're flipping peas off our knives on the good man's blog. It's shameful, really. How could people sink to such a level?

    And now can you please tell me how to get the adage out?

  11. I'm not going any further with this one! I promised to be good and besides there are sensible things in the above post that I must attend to.
    A little later actually because right now I'm in a meeting and I'm trying to look as if I'm retrieving valuable information!!

  12. Okay, I can't help smiling when I read these comments. Say anything you like too - you won't offend me. Good friends can say what they like to each other without causing offence. Just remember it's my party and I'll cry if I want to. Preferably with a drink in my hand.

    How long am I back for? As long as I've got something to say I guess. There's a few more things I need to get off my chest, some things I'd like to discuss.

    Keep posting - I love hearing from you all.