Is it just me, or . . . ?



Does it look like my dentist and her father are coming straight out of a J. K. Rowling novel?





The hap- happest season of all

Yes, it's that time of the year again!

And you know what that means...

If you've guessed that it's but just a few weeks till my birthday, you are on the right track.



Thank you for your consideration.


Man with a harmonica







Tempus fugit. Carpe diem. And all that.



I found him at my local curiosity shop.




Every town ought to have one.

What is he playing? I wonder.



The shop owner caught me snapping those shots and she invited me in... to hear him play—yes, it's an automaton!

The music the automaton plays, it turned out, is "She'll Be Coming 'Round the Mountain." The song is derived from the Christian spiritual known as "When the Chariot Comes."

I don't know. I am a little disapointed. "She'll Be Coming 'Round the Mountain" is an enthralling and fun song and all, I am sure, but I just thought "Man with a Harmonica" suited him better.

Sometimes certain things are best left to the imagination.

By Invitation Only

Pronounced eech-uh hown-uh, Oìdhche Shamhnathe ("Night of Samhain") is the last day of the Celtic lunar calendar, which is due to occur on the 4th of November, this year.

The celebration will take place at the usual place. At the usual time.



You know where. And you know when.

No official invitations will be sent, this year. Consider yourself invited if it just so happens that you are reading this and have attended any Oìdhche Shamhnathe celebration with us at any time in the past.

Also consider yourself invited if you stumbled by happenchance upon this post and have figured your way to where and when are. (Sometimes, things happen for a reason.) While here, you are bound by the same Obligations of Guest and Host as do apply to your fellow guests:



That sort of thing.

Don't make too much of it.



As usual there will be food.



No need to RSVP...



Your name is already on the approved list.