Month: March 2018

BirdsFeel GOOD!Words


It’s ‘Joyful’, the word for One Word Sunday this week! And it’s joyful knowing Tufty is back on the Lake. So, obviously, Tufty had to feature in my photographs for this week’s theme!

And I mustn’t forget the other regulars of the Lake, who seemed to be full of joy themselves as they raced this way and that!

Visit Debbie’s site for more interpretations of the theme (link to follow)


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Two Thousand Five Hundred Posts Later

This is it! This is my post to mark the posting of two thousand five hundred posts here on this blog!

That figure is actually reached next week, but I felt a weekend party celebration would be a better idea.

To become one of the ‘Twenty-five Hundred’ is very simple indeed. In the comments, simply add a link to something you think others may find useful that you have found on someone else’s blog. Or, if you provide a service that you’d like mentioning, link to that as well. Chat amongst yourselves, have fun!

In my invitation post, I suggested that this post be a platform for showcasing talents. All you need to do, dear guest (apart from having a good ol’ nosey around the Mansion / blog) is provide a link in the comments. Or a comment. Or both, but leave something to show you’ve been here! Chat amongst yourselves. I’ll be along throughout the day to update this post with any links received, but why not visit any that are left directly through the comments. Perhaps:

You found a blog post that inspired, moved, uplifted, energised, or motivated you in some way


You may have a favourite post of your own that you’d like to share


You may provide a free service through your blog / site and you’d like to highlight that


You’d perhaps like feedback on something you do from other bloggers who don’t yet follow you


You’d like one of these nifty badges:

Then claim one when you leave a comment – it’s free! Just comment. Chat. Have fun!

A partytastic Six Word Saturday post!

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Reports are coming through that Tufty has returned to the Lake. Grainy photographs have been received showing both Tufty and Mrs Tufty swimming together on the Lake’s surface. As I’m currently in Cluddunt I haven’t had visual contact with the pair myself, but the photos definitely seem to indicate that Tufty has returned.

More on this Beaking News story when I return to the UK.

Here are the photos I have received:

Above: Tufty and Mrs Tufty

Above: Mrs Tufty and Tufty

Above: Tufty through the branches.

Luckily I have been able to clear away most of the grainy dotty interference from the photos. They clearly show that Tufty is back!

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Letters To The Universe… The Ahhh Edition

Dear Cluddunt,
Such a lovely place to rest and relax, on the beach, by the sea, for up to ten or eleven hours a day – or longer if I so wished. I do need some sleep though, well, it’s a necessity with all this relaxing!

Dear The Word Om,
How relaxing are you? Even your definition, a mystic syllable, considered the most sacred mantra in Hinduism and Tibetan Buddhism. It appears at the beginning and end of most Sanskrit recitations, prayers, and texts, is relaxing! Ahhh! I mean, Om!

Dear Blogland,
Please don’t forget about my little celebration on Saturday – I’m about to post my 2,500th post here on Beyond the Sphere, and invite you to add a comment linking to anything in Blogland you feel would be of interest to others. Even though I’m sunning myself on a tropical island, I shall still be joining in the fun throughout the day and beyond. Anyone who comments will become one of the Twenty-five Hundred, to boot! 2,500 posts already??? Arrrggghhh!!!! How time flies!

Dear Joke Lovers,
How do pirates know that they are pirates? They think, therefore they arrrrrrgh! Think about it for a bit, and then the ‘ahhh’ moment will dawn.

Dear Cyclists,
Now, you know that you make me go ‘arrgh!’ when you cycle carelessly through a red traffic light, or on the footpath, or at night without your lights on, or at night on the footpath without your lights on whilst dressed all in black. Well, the other day, one of you made me go ‘arrgh’ again. This time, however, you were on the road, and not a traffic light was in sight. You even had your light on… but this was the problem. Why on Earth do you think using a strobe light would be a good idea? Not only did you blind me (and I was on the other side of the road as you rode towards me) you could cause problems with people who are sensitive to such lights. Please be more considerate in future!

Dear New Visitor To The Lake,
Very pleased to meet you, I hope you enjoyed your visit and will return soon. All visitors to the Lake have to have a photo or two taken, which is customary. I did this when I saw you, but the camera on the mobile phone isn’t as good at the moment as it should be. I know the photos do you no justice. I believe you to be a cormorant, but I’m sure I’ll be corrected if I’m wrong.

Dear Spring,
Nice to see you have Sprung! And our clocks move forwards one hour on Saturday night / Sunday morning, which is always another sign… but this met me the other day by the Lake: Blossom. Fabulous!

Dear Winter,
Yes, I can see you trying to hang on with all your might… but nope. Spring is here, and it is time for you to give way to it! Ah, that Feels Good!

Dear The Weekend,
Here you are once again! Always good! And this weekend I wonder how many of the Twenty-five Hundred we will see or get to know? Time will tell!

And Finally, Dear Imagination,
May you constantly fill us all with joy and ideas. May you constantly provide us with interpretation and humour. May you always shine through whatever darkness there is or may be… and please know that I for one appreciate you being around. Just wanted to say it, that’s all!

Thank you for reading,

P.S. I’m ending this post with a few photos of the new visitor to the Lake. I believe it to be a cormorant…

…now, I’m not saying I’m right, however, but I could be! Please advise if you know what it is (the speckly one with the purply-blue feet), so that I too may once again go ‘ahhh!’ Apologies for the rather blurry photos, and have an absolutely fabulous weekend!

Feel GOOD!Waffle

Away in Cluddunt

Well, after a verrrry long journey, I’m finally here. Well, I finally arrived here late this morning, the journey could only be described as epic. So epic, in fact, I thought the first part was going to end with a cliffhanger and part two of the journey would resume next week. But I made it. Finally. And almost all in one piece.

Cluddunt, for those of you who may be unaware, is an island of unusual scientific interest situated just a little north of Nordaustlandet and on the way to the actual North Pole. Now you may be thinking wasn’t Tom complaining about all of the snow the other week; what’s he doing up in the North Pole, where there’s tonnes of it? Here’s the thing. This island is like a tropical paradise. Palm trees. Luxurious golden beaches. Lapping waves (the sea’s a bit nippy, but you can’t have everything!) and the most delightful breeze you can imagine. The staff at the hotel here call it the aroma of the buttercup orchard, or in their language, cludduntsnyff.

The climate of the island is caused by a similar kind of phenomenon that creates the eye of a storm, only here its the Sun’s electromagnetic variance coupled with polarised and neutralised ionic particles, other ionic radiation and the slipstream of the gulfstream. They give out brochures on it in the hotel, just in case anyone who arrives here is actually from the scientific community wanting to study the place… with these brochures, they have all the answers they need and can spend their time walking the many miles of golden beaches. Needless to say, visitor numbers are strangely low, as many people regard the island as a scientific outpost rather than an out of area paradise island.

The brochure also mentions the cludduntslachtlachts; their ‘sleep lights’ or the Aurora Borealis which become extremely active at 11pm. I’ve never seen the Northern Lights in the UK, but knowing my astronomical luck, I probably won’t get to see them here either. In fact, knowing my luck, it will probably start to rain once I doze off on the deck chair on the beach, with the waves gently lapping away a little in the distance.

The Sun doesn’t really go down here, except for possibly an hour or two later on. It seems to be a warm twilight, if you will, from noon, with the mornings being a warm dawn. It’s just warm. Luxuriously so.

Cludduntsarocka, the volcano at the very centre of the island, has been inactive for – well, forever, it seems, as records have never really began here so nobody knows when it last erupted. There is, every now and then, a slight rumble and puff of smoke but things settle down. A team of seismologists left to explore the volcano this morning, just before one of the ‘cludduntsarockawobbles’, or tremors, but they haven’t been seen since.

My portable purple portly printer exploded at customs – it’s the printer I carry (or used to!) for whenever I want to print out one of the photos I’ve taken on my mobile phone. I’ll not be doing that for a while now. I walked through the body scanner at the rowingboatport (hence the epic journey!) having completely forgotten that I had the printer in my bag, and since it had been charged by the ionic radiation, the x-rays and infrared doodahs interacted and interfered with the electronics and my bag went up in a thousand sparks. The printer, bag, and cheese and onion butties all gone. The customs guard looked at me, and then pointed to a poster just above my head. It contained a photo of a purple portly printer within a red circle with a line through it. He also advised me that they are so used to this happening it doesn’t faze them anymore, but a part of me couldn’t help but wish that they’d mentioned it to me before I’d gone through the scanner. I was looking forward to my cheese and onion butty.

But that was then. I’m now here, on my Sun lounger. Stretched out. I’m now eight feet and seven and a half inches tall – that’s another effect of the island, this time the gravitational pull in relation to the North Pole makes everything more relaxed. Looking at the hotel staff, you can see just how relaxed the place is.

Well, time for me to have a slurp of my Cludduntsringo, or orange juice to you and me. They make it especially on the island, and infuse spices grown only in the orchards I mentioned earlier. They also have a lovely relaxing effect as well.

Oh, I’ve scheduled the party post on Saturday, to appear just after midnight UK time, just in case I’m not back in time. I do have wonderful internet access here on Cluddunt, so I may be popping in throughout the day regardless. I’ve also scheduled the Letters To The Universe, so all I can do now – and all I actually want to do now – is lie back and relax beneath this luxuriously deep blue cloudless sky which looks as though it should be freezing, but isn’t!