Three Quotes, Three Days Challenge

Three Days, Three Quotes

My blogging buddy, Dave Farmer has kindly nominated me to continue this little challenge. The idea is that you post three of your favourite quotes over three days. Fine, I can certainly find the three quotes but three days, no. I blog once a week, on a Monday.

So, to allow myself to step up to the challenge I will forgo what had started a couple of weeks ago, my rather dull book reviews, and write this instead.

“A generation which ignores history has no past — and no future.”
Robert A. Heinlein, Time Enough for Love

I just love Heinlein and read this book in my late teens. This little line just jumped out at me even though it is quite a thick and heavy read.

“Civilisation is the distance that man has placed between himself and his own excreta.”
Brian W. Aldiss, The Dark Light Years

Another favourite author and for me this line just says it all! I’m not sure if that is a good or a bad thing though.

“Once upon a time there was what there was, and if nothing had happened there would be nothing to tell.”
Charles de Lint, Dreams Underfoot

Finally, a recent discovery for me, Charles de Lint has a way with words and a way of thinking that just appeals to me.

So, the rules if you wish to step up to this challenge are quite simple;

  1. Thank the person who nominated you.
  2. Post one fresh quotation on three consecutive days.
  3. On each of the three days, nominate three folk who have not yet taken part to continue the challenge.

As I said earlier, I am doing the one post with three quotes but you can do it over three days if you so desire. All I need do now is nominate three unfortunates. They are:

Books Bird

Beyond The Sphere



Is it religion

And what should we all hope for? Shorter finger nails to play our stringed instruments with? Free speech? Tolerance? Hair that doesn’t grow? More alcohol? Limitless inhibitions? The right to have faith without fear? The list goes on.

Should I start with faith? A society where no matter what you believe in is acceptable? Not really. There have to be boundaries even for a free thinker like me, we cannot have a totally free society. I mean Paedophilia is totally unacceptable! Other things are not. Religion is for instance something that is very personal and even if you believe in the same principles as me, I bet we believe in different things.

Religion! Something that I get confused about. Why on earth would you want to die for what you believe in? Why would you kill for it? I’m happy in who I am without religion. I see religion as a negative in who we are, not a positive in life itself. Why do different religions have to fight with each other? Hell, what do I know!

OK, Free love? Again I’m not entirely sure that is acceptable but you might. I am not of the original hippy generation but old enough to be closer to it than some other generations. My music choice is definitely from that era but I’m not sure I’m one of them. I like to think I’m from a free thinking generation but I doubt I’m quite that tolerant. I’ve enjoyed liberating drugs, I love alcohol and the feeling it gives me, but I’m not free like some others of my generation. I like to know where I belong in society even if it is on the fringes.

Alcohol is my freedom! Tobacco is my lifeline. I don’t need other drugs that might enhance my life, even if they are less life threatening than those I already enjoy. I’m happy to accept the consequences of my choices.

So? where do I sit in the mire? I’m just a free thinker that enjoys what I have. I’ve tried suicide but that didn’t work for me. I’ve tried religion but I got lost in the throng of faiths. I belong where I am and nowhere else I guess

A new begining

He stepped onto the wooden walkway that wound it’s way through the marshland, eventually leading to the viewing point and the sailing lake. He had made this walk several times recently, it gave him time and the quiet surroundings to collect his thoughts.

The latest thoughts on his mind where about his pregnant teenage daughter. How would she cope with a baby on her own? She had him of course, and her mother who she currently lived with but even so, bringing up a child was not easy for a couple to do let alone a teenage mother on her own.

Would she be ready? To late to be asking himself that question. She had made up her mind that she was ready to take on this life changing and life giving role.

What would his role be? That was a question that played on him. Where would he stand in this childs life? He knew that his daughter loved him and would want and perhaps need his help but he was divorced from her mother and they lived two seperate lives, it was not like they could offer a joint support package to her. It would be two seperate packages of love and support, both with differeing views and points of view.

The sun broke through the early morning mist surrounding him, it would be another warm day, maybe even warmer than previous days. He could not see the sky properly but he knew it would be cloudless above the mist.

What would his daughter want from him? Would he be just a babysitter for when she wanted to go out into the city where he lived? Would he get to know his grandchild in the way he always hoped he would? He had hoped that his daughter would have seen a bit more of life, been places, experienced different things but she had chosen her own path. He was not upset by her choices, he just wished she had taken her time.

His daughter had been for her twenty one week scan and had hoped to have baby sexed. Against all expectations baby did not want to be sexed and covered itself with it’s feet. He was hoping for a grandson but he would have to wait another eight weeks, maybe then the baby would allow itself to be sexed otherwise the day of birth bring an extra edge of excitement. If he was honest with himself, he did not really care about the sex of his grandchild, so long as it was healthy, who really cares?

He had reached the viewing point. A few benches had been built into the walkway to offer a good vantage point whilst you watched the action on the sailing lake. This morning there was just one rower out on the lake, taking things easy by the look of it. The sun had cleared most of the mist from the lake so he had a clear view across it but the mist clung on in the marshland around him.

He thought about the father of his grandchild. He had left his daughter soon after she had announced that she was pregnant. From his point of view he could not understand this, how could you just dump the mother of your child? He had been elated when he had found out he was going to be a father, both times in fact! He knew he had been in a solid relationship at the time though, they had been together for four years, teenage romances seem to last no time at all or if they do there always seems to be fights and fallings out. Coming to terms with the fact that his daughter was not going to get any real support from the father bothered him more than his daughter being pregnant.

He wondered what the father of the child was thinking now? How does he feel knowing that he is going to be the father of a child he will barely know? He knows he would have hated to be in that situation himself.

He stood up ready to return the way he had come. He had been through much in his life and overall he felt quite lucky to be living the life he was living. He had had caring parents and family. He had two children he was extremely proud of. His life now was in the main good and he had someone in his life that cared about him. All he had to do now was wait for this new adventure to arrive and become a part of his life.

©2014 Trevor Litchfield

Vimto Wine


As well as beers, I’ve been attempting to brew some wines. To start with I bought a couple of kits, Elderflower and a Cherry kit. Both turned out pretty well but I would advise that you leave the wine to mature for at least two months instead of drinking once bottled as these kits often say the wine is ready to drink after 7 days!

I’ve also discovered C J J Berry‘s books, or at least two of them anyway, both are full of excellent recipes and ideas. The one I recently acquired gives recipes for tinned fruit and fruit juices etc; below is a recipe I’ve adapted to suit my tastes.

Vimto 8 fl oz
Sugar 2lb 10 oz
Tartaric acid 2g
Citric acid 2g
Yeast Nutrient 1g
High alcohol yield yeast 1g
Water to 1 gallon

(My apologies for mixing the way I weigh ingredients but I like to live dangerously 😉 )

Dilute sugar in 2 pints of warm water, add acids and nutrient. Pour Vimto in demijohn and add sugared (and acid) water, fill to 1 gallon with cold water, add yeast and ferment.

I expect to follow usual guidelines as to bottling etc and I don’t expect this to be ready until at least summer of 2013.

Besides this I have a pomegranate wine which has now been fermenting for two months, I have apple, Haw berry and crab apple wine maturing in their respective demijohns. I also have another gallon of apple wine, this time with added cinnamon which will be ready for Xmas ’13. I also have a kit Rose wine which I hope will be ready for this Xmas, it is currently maturing nicely and will get bottled the week prior to Xmas.

HMRC Revenue and Customs


HMRC (Photo credit: Images_of_Money)

I can never get through!
The line is always so freakin’ busy.
What I have to say is important,
it affects everything I say and do
but no, the line is still busy,
unmelodious tunes play in my ear.

You continually write to me, asking me to call
but no-one ever answers, it’s driving me crazy!
All I hear is please hold, the lines are busy,
one of our representatives will be with you soon.
It would take less than five minutes to have my say,
to get things said and sorted once again.
But no! Please hold!


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