Reveal Travel Challenge: Day 6

Mende a beautiful town in Lozere France. There is so much to see. We got a circular, information leaflet that took us on an historic tour of the old town! Boy it was old! There is evidence that there have been people living in the town since 200BC. Read about it here it is very interesting. 

This is the narrowest street the ancient town of Mende.

 We followed the map and found it very interesting. We visited the Cathedral , It was Pope Urban V  who started work on  the cathedral (1368), for a completion in 1467.

As you can see the two towers are completely different, one was destroyed during the religious wars. I am totally miffed as to why they did not replicate the old one? 

Here they are restoring part of the old ramparts of the town. This time unlike their predecessors they are honouring what was there before.

This is the the oldest water pump in town apparently it is the best water in the Town!! 

This spectacular moment in time  is painted on the side of a house in the old town it looks as if the guy with the flag is about to step on to the street! The scene in the painting actually depicts a scene from Voltarra an Italian town that Mende is twinned with . We have visited Voltarra too. 

Well that is all the photos the internet here will allow me to upload right now . 

#musicalmarch🎵 Day 6 Inheritance Tracks.

Our Blog Sis Ritu at  But  I smile anyway has come up with another challenge for us this month Musicalmarch.

Ritu  said  : “Nothing too serious or tedious.Just a chance to share some songs! If you fancy posting a song for any reason this March, tag it #musicalmarch

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Today is Day 6 of musicalmarch and I going to look at the music that was always playing in the house when I was growing up as a child.

First of all let me remind you that  all we had was a Dansette Record player. Dad loved Kathleen Ferrier an opera singer, I can remember sitting on the floor at my Dad’s feet and listening to what I thought was a strange sound.

Mum on the other hand loved Carousel, Oaklahoma, South Pacific, Westside Story and the likes her favourite was My boy Bill from Carousel.

My brother J was into Adam Faith a singer who hailed locally from where we lived. He later became an actor as well as singer.. I still have a soft spot for him sadly he died 2003 aged 62yrs.

My eldest brother loved Johnny Mathis his velvet smooth voice I can still hear today.

Now this is becoming a very long post , I think we could do my sister’s tomorrow!

As you can see there was plenty of music in our house

Loveuary Day 6 :I picked for you some flowers.

The  lovely  and  talented Ritu  of butIsmileanyway.com has set us all off on Loveuary. I for one am excited with the task. What is love? We shall find out as the month goes on.

Today, Day 6  I want  to  talk about love  between children.  Children  are  as capable    of  love as  adults  are  but  they  are  not  always  given  enough  credit  for  this. Often it is  deemed  better , by  adults, not  to  tell children  the  truth. Especially  when  they  think  the  child  will not understand what  has happened. The  loss of  a  close family  member  or  friend  can be  devastating  if  not handled  properly. So today  I  want  to  express how  the loss of  a loved one  can effect  a child, in  this case  a loved  friend. In a way I  am using  two prompts , Flowers and Childhood Love. This is a poem I  wrote in  2012.

Link  to  Ritu’s Post
Link  to  rules  and  prompts

I picked  for  you  some flowers

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I picked for you some flowers I bought them to your door.

I picked for you some flowers but your mummy said you were not here any more.

Where you had gone to she would not say

When I asked where I could find you she brushed a tear away.

Why was your mummy crying why did she look so sad,

So I forgot to give  her your flowers I do hope you won’t be mad.

I picked them by the stream where we are not meant to go,

I did not ask my mummy for I knew she would say no!

I knew they took you to hospital we all saw the ambulance the other day,

We all got so excited but then you see we did not think you’d stay……….. away.

I saw your dad out walking Kenyo yesterday

I asked how you were and like your mummy he would not say.

Kenyo was not bouncing and your dad looked sad,

I wish I had not spoke to him his sad eyes made me feel bad.

Every one misses you, well none as much as me.

I am lonely as I have your empty seat at school right next to me.

I asked my mum would she take me to see you ,

I asked if I could bake a cake and bring that with us too.

She made lots of excuses as to why we could not go ,

And I got very angry because I wanted to!!  and I miss you so!

Mum said I am not to bother your mum and dad

And that you won’t be coming back. She won’t tell why that makes me so sad.

I asked why you had gone and why you’d not return.

I was met with silence and sad looks which made me cry till my eyes burned.

I picked for you some flowers I bought them to your door.

I picked for you some flowers but your mummy said you were not here any more.

Where you had gone to she would not say ,

When I asked where I could find you she brushed a tear away.

A Valediction to my last Decade. NaPoWriMo

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DAY 6  OF NaPoWriMo :  Today’s prompt is to write a  you to write a valediction poem. So I have written one to my last decade  which has definitely not been my best!

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To my last decade a Valediction.

I cannot say that I am sorry  to see you go

I have found you hard to cope with, but this you know.

So much have  we weathered together through this time

we have crawled through some valleys and had some mountains to climb.

Since I have been with you I have waved goodbye to my youth

I railed at the facts of life and fought the black dog and now I have accepted the truth.

You were there when I broke my back  you laid by  my hospital bed and whispered all night

I wept with frustration and fear you encouraged the black dog to attack and strike.

You told me I may never walk again, to give up and give in  but I would not listen.

You have done your best to hinder my progress  but I have beaten you, see my tears of pride glisten.

I have fought you and the black dog and I have beaten you in to a cocked hat.

I have out grown you and broken the ties you had held on to so tight. I have cut them what do you think of that!

I hated you you from the moment you arrived , you have done your best to beat me but I have survived.

So goodbye to this decade of my life  you have done your worst you dished me such dirt and made me feel cursed.

So goodbye, God bless, good riddens , adeiu. I shall never  ever let things get me down again like you do.

This year I shall be on to my next decade so I shall bid  goodbye. Take the black dog , HELL can have you.

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