If I were asked about an
unfulfilled dream – it would probably be a radio station on which I could play
my choice of music (a specific blend of mid-East and classic); read from texts
which have caught my eye; pay tribute to those who in different ways have
inspired me; have conversations…. A much more modest version of Clive James’ famous site
Only trouble is that I would
have to erect a radio mast – my Vodafone internet stick hardly allows me enough
capacity for routine uploading and downloading….
I loved the measured tones in
which Alistair Cooke delivered his Letter from America (I always used to scurry to the radio when I heard his piece begin); the
maverick selections of John Peel's midnight jazz; and the global reach and elegance of BBC From Our Own Correspondents…
A radio station, of course,
does not allow images – perhaps just as well given how we are swamped by
visuals in our everyday lives….But it means that I couldn’t really share my love of Bulgarian paintings or the caricatures I’m so fond
of
For the past 24 hours the house has been fog-bound – remember I’m 1,400 metres up! And it’s only 4 degrees out on the verandah!
It’s been a dreich May and I’ve just been consulting the local records – they seem to confirm my feeling with temperature yesterday being just half that of 31 May 2011. But then I look at rainfall and am amazed at what I see. Contrary to what I had imagined, the wettest month for this part of the Carpathian mountains is apparently……July! ( 68mm); then June with 54; May and October tie for 3rd wettest (43). The driest months are actually November and February (13) and January (17)!!
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