Rock Balancing. So that’s a thing.
And it does exactly as it says on the tin: take some rocks and balance them on top of one another. It seems to have become quite popular in the last few years, being a way to focus the mind and a form of relaxation.
Unless they keep falling down, then it has the opposite effect!
Anyway, when we were at the beach the other day, I noticed several people indulging in the pastime, except all they were doing was finding the flattest stones possible and stacking them like pancakes.
If I’ve learned anything of the art form from the images on Instagram, it’s that you need to build them in tricky ways, such as resting a large pebble, to wobble around precariously on the pointy edge of a triangular one. No glue allowed!
So I thought I’d have a go – I reckoned I could at least manage a few perpendicular arrangements. I’m all about rakish angles!
Et voila! Maybe I’ll try dry stone walling next… 😉
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You can’t fold a piece of paper in half more than 7 times.
I learned this ‘fact’ when I was a child and set about trying to disprove it at every available opportunity, using a variety of papers, thick and thin, until I got bored.
Which was probably after about a day…
However, it did lead me to the world of paper folding, a skill I’ve admired for many years but never mastered. Until now.
Mastered may be pushing it…
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Today’s photo post covers many bases. I was going to name it The Alphabet of Travel Snaps (and this may end up being a future ‘series’) because I was going through old holiday photos and was reminded that this time last year, we were in sunny (C is for…) Cyprus!
Yes, I’m aware the alphabet doesn’t begin with C and no, I’m not taking part in the April A-Z challenge, however C could be for challenge as these photos act as my entry for both Hugh’s Weekly Photo challenge (this week’s theme is solitude) and the Daily Post’s challenge for ‘landscape’.
It was 5 A:M.
A time that’s either a tad too early or extremely late, depending on your viewpoint. Mine was definitely the latter. I’d already been awake for twenty-two hours and still had around another twelve to go before I could sink into bed. Rhythmically swaying from one foot to another, my mind was as foggy as the surroundings, the only sounds seemingly submerged in a hidden ocean.
To make matters worse, I had an urgent need to brush my teeth. Having realised they were stickily coated in a film of goodness knows what, I frantically began rubbing at each molar with an index finger. It can’t have been a pretty sight: Lips peeled back, I probably looked like a weird, humanised Cheshire Cat!
Best to keep your distance for sure. So imagine my surprise when another grinning face bounced up to me and said…
“Aww, lush man. Absolutely foooking banging innit? You got some? Giz a bit, yeah?
“Excuse me? Give you some…?”
“Sea? I’m afraid I don’t really get what you…”
“Coke, man. Can I ‘ave some of ya Coke?” he asked again, pointing at my mouth.
“Oh, sorry. I’ve only got some water. But you can have the rest if you like.”
“No worries, yeah? ‘Ave a banging night, yeah? I’ll tek ya water like, ta!”
Fad number 106: Beekeeping!
Bees are awesome. Forget your governments, business moguls and celebrities – these tiny winged stalwarts are the ones really ruling the word! Unfortunately, as their empire is in decline and as a lover of honey, I wanted to help: a fad for beekeeping was born.
Actually, ever since I watched Pushing Daisies I had notions of having a beehive. I imagined I’d own a multitude in some urban, rooftop utopia, where I’d prance around in vintage dresses and the world would be painted in Bryan Fuller’s glorious colour pallette. I even convinced my school to bring a beekeeper in for a visit, mainly to educate the children (a little bit so I could dress up in the protective suit!)
Back in my non-daydreaming state, despite having the poor man’s version of Ann Friel’s dresses and hair, I soon discovered that beekeeping was serious business! I could take training courses and shell out money to buy a hive, but long term there was a lot of responsibility to being an apiarist. The last thing I wanted was an urban swarm I couldn’t contain due to lack of expertise or not taking it seriously enough – something that is unfortunately on the rise as more city dwellers opt for an eco-friendly, self-sufficient lifestyle.
There was, however, another way I could help the bees – because let’s face it, they need all the assistance they can get. I could be a bee carer, encouraging these amazing pollinators into the garden and helping them stay nourished throughout the year. So today, I’d like to share with you some amazing facts and tips to save the bees, hopefully encouraging you all to love and protect these fabulous creatures.