Wednesday 26th October (Remnants, Remembrance and Remarkable)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom to see the remnants life left on the lime trees as their fine new spring greenery is now a tired scattering of dead leaves and nearly dead leaves. Life is a continuum in time and space from life to death encompassing joy and sorrow.

Mr. Kite had thoughts of remembrance this morning as a result of rreading last Saturday's Times newspaper. On June 18th 2011 Mr. Kite wrote about his visit to Le Cateau Cambresis in Northern France and visiting the impressive Maison de Forestiere at Ors where Wilfred Owen spent his last night. Although the building was still under construction the bare skeleton and quality of workmanship had 'the wow factor'.

Now Mr. Kite was very impressed by Simon Patterson's  walk-in sculpture and so was the writer of The Times article. In the mini theatre the words of Owen are read by Kenneth Branagh. So Mr. Kite would urge any person traveling through north France along the N43 from Cambrai past le Cateau Cambresis stop look and listen in this remarkable building before carrying on with your bird-watching trip.

Talking of poets and remembrance Mr. Kite read a poem by a star who sadly does not shine but brings a smile to the sad faces of Mr. Kite and His Lady about a monster. Today Mr. Kite will not write it out; but soon will.

Anyway Mr. Kite watched a sparrowhawk glide low over Monkmoor without moving his wings before decending over a roof and out of sight.Then Mr. Kite prepared for a trip but just as The Beast was saddled it rained 'cats and dogs' with lumps of white cold hail thrown in for good luck. So Mr. Kite returned to his house and settled down to a tipple of Fullers London Pride. Cheers.