My blue-eyed baby of the lowlands has left these Sussex shores for the week. She has gone, oop north to Sunderland to play tennis. This picture comes from the SussexSport magazine and the text isn't clear but the yellow caption at the bottom (under her racket) says: "Sussex's Abbi Melrose is No.1 ranked under-18 in the country" - not so bad for a squirt. But she is much stronger than she looks - yesterday she was doing squat thrusts with 95 kg of weight on the bar. That's 1.5 of me and just a shade off 15 st in old money - blimey! One strong baby - almost as strong as Avocado Baby, which was her favourite book - aged 2 - little did we know then what we know now - though I guess that's a pretty daft thing to say. As Alfred Lord Tennyson has said, "I am a part of all that I have met." She has become what she read - a super strong baby! She wants mascara, eye-liner and girlie stuff for Christmas - hoo, my baby is growing and I swear she has her eye on someone (I hope). Though she has a better idea of where she is going than I ever did at her age: "Alice came to a fork in the road. "Which road do I take?" she asked. "Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat. "I don't know," Alice answered. "Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter." Ah Lewis Carroll and Alice in Wonderland, its been a long time since we dallied. Though these days I am with Ursula Le Guin, "It is good to have an end to journey towards, but it is the journey that matters, in the end." A couple of months back she was sitting in my study while I was typing. She said, I like the sound of you working. When she was a baby I was finishing my PhD and used to type while she was asleep in a sling and strapped to my chest. So part of her is still part of me (I like to think). She is also a fan of this band, as am I - it must be our Celtic ancestry - see the pictures, these play in my head at times. Nostalgia is the ultimate in discplacement and a return to a place that never existed - except in oor heids - love this track to bits:
My blue-eyed baby of the lowlands has left these Sussex shores for the week. She has gone, oop north to Sunderland to play tennis. This picture comes from the SussexSport magazine and the text isn't clear but the yellow caption at the bottom (under her racket) says: "Sussex's Abbi Melrose is No.1 ranked under-18 in the country" - not so bad for a squirt. But she is much stronger than she looks - yesterday she was doing squat thrusts with 95 kg of weight on the bar. That's 1.5 of me and just a shade off 15 st in old money - blimey! One strong baby - almost as strong as 
Avocado Baby, which was her favourite book - aged 2 - little did we know then what we know now - though I guess that's a pretty daft thing to say. As Alfred Lord Tennyson has said, "I am a part of all that I have met." She has become what she read - a super strong baby! She wants mascara, eye-liner and girlie stuff for Christmas - hoo, my baby is growing and I swear she has her eye on someone (I hope). Though she has a better idea of where she is going than I ever did at her age: "Alice came to a fork in the road. "Which road do I take?" she asked. "Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat. "I don't know," Alice answered. "Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter." Ah Lewis Carroll and Alice in Wonderland, its been a long time since we dallied. Though these days I am with Ursula Le Guin, "It is good to have an end to journey towards, but it is the journey that matters, in the end." A couple of months back she was sitting in my study while I was typing. She said, I like the sound of you working. When she was a baby I was finishing my PhD and used to type while she was asleep in a sling and strapped to my chest. So part of her is still part of me (I like to think). She is also a fan of this band, as am I - it must be our Celtic ancestry - see the pictures, these play in my head at times. Nostalgia is the ultimate in discplacement and a return to a place that never existed - except in oor heids - love this track to bits:
