Dear all, please forgive me for not posting for so long (and just as I was getting back into it as well!). It's just that my usual daily blogging routine (BBC News --> blogroll --> political blogs) has been wiping me out, and by the time I'm reading the tenth or even twentieth piece of bad news, I'm so depressed I just have to turn the computer off, or go and watch something happy and inane like Merlin. As you can imagine, this isn't very conducive to actually posting anything.
I've always wanted this blog to be an escape, hence the title. Wild Cat Island, for those who don't know, is the island in Arthur Ransome's Swallows and Amazons, where the Swallows camp while in the Lake District. It was so named by Nancy Blackett (as everyone has gathered by now, my favourite character IN THE WORLD), at the suggestion of Uncle Jim, and for me (SOPPY ALERT) symbolises everything I love about the books - adventure, safety, and escape.
And it is also an exploration and a celebration of The Good Things In Life, hence the second part of the title: a quote from Debo Devonshire (of course), namely, "One does meet the oddest people as part of Life's Rich Tapestry" (or something like that, I don't have the exact quote with me right now).
And so bad news and the blues just don't go with my blog, and so I don't feel like posting unless I'm in a good mood. Luckily for you, today I AM in a good mood. Partly sunshine, partly holiday, partly getting a bit of work done, and LOTS because of this little episode earlier:
In anticipation of being deprived of an email address when I leave Cambridge, I've set up a Gmail account. I was bored of the usual background, so I thought I'd change it to "Tree". I clicked on it, then it asked me for my location, "because this will change how the image is presented" or summat. I typed in London, and immediately, the sky turned GREY and full of clouds. And I don't know why, but this made me roar with laughter. Something about stereotypes, I suppose - they might as well have put a little person drinking tea at the bottom of the tree. Anyway, thank you, Google, you have cheered me up.
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