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Several things came to mind while watching yesterday.  

1. The leaf in Clara’s book.  She said it was her ‘first page.’ Leaves come from trees, there are trees in the forest, and the paper we use to make books comes from those trees.  Where do we put books? In… The Library….where River is!

2. “remember.” So much has been made of this word.  It’s ability to bring things back when they have been forgotten – even lost in another universe.  

3. “I don’t know where I am.”  Clara says this in AOTD and in TBOSJ.

4. The spoonheads very closely resemble courtesy nodes (again, the Library), and the concept of the GI behaving like a farmer who cares for humans like they were his animals by uploading them is (again with the Library) very similar to CAL saving humans by uploading them. Hmmm.


Doctor Who: Summer Falls.  By Amelia Williams

“When summer falls, the Lord of Winter will arise…”

In the seaside village of Watchcombe, young Kate is determined to make the most of her last week of summer holiday. But when she discovers a mysterious painting entitled ‘The Lord of Winter’ in a charity shop, it leads her on an adventure she never could have planned. Kate soon realises the old seacape, painted long ago by an eccentric local artist, is actually a puzzle. And with the help of some bizarre new acquaintances – including a museum curator’s magical cat, a miserable neighbour, and a lonely boy – she plans on solving it.

And then, one morning Kate wakes up to a world changed forever. For the Lord of Winter is coming – and Kate has a very important decision to make.





It’s practically arctic out! The wind has a chill bite, and snow is still falling in some parts of the country.  Ireland isn’t suppose to look like Canada.  What happened to the Jet Stream?  

Oh!  Climate Change.  

Here comes the next Ice Age.  brrrrrr


Spring ... Storm?  I thought winter was behind us!

It is lashing here in east Cork! Temperatures have plummeted and my little plants don’t know what is happening.

We have decided to move.  The man of the house has struggled out here in the countryside almost from day one.  He is a townie, and this was his first foray into country living.  The house, which he admits is gorgeous, artistic, and utterly charming, is that little bit too far from amenities to suit him.  I grew-up in the country, so am well use to the distance and isolation.  In fact, this is the first time I’ve been able to live in the country again for years and I have loved every minute of it!

But, as I seem fated for movement, never settling in one place for long, I eventually consented.  He began house hunting while I was home for Christmas.  When I got back we drove out to the look at the one he found, and liked, in Crosshaven.

Crosshaven is a coastal town.  Situated about 20 minutes SE of Cork city, the village sits at the mouth of the Owenabue river and Cork harbour.  It’s a picturesque area, with a forested headland across the river. The village is also home to the Royal Cork Yacht Club, supposedly the oldest yacht club in the country, which means the sheltered coast is full of marinas and sail boats: very pretty to look at!

The house he found  (and we decided on) is a period mid-terrace townhouse right across from the water, on the main road.  Like most Irish rental properties it is “furnished”. What this means varies from place to place.  For instance, the place we are now was stylishly furnished, with tasteful decorations, and included cooking utensils and glassware   The new place is rather more typical — spartan and cold.  This is both bad and good.  Bad, because it will cost money to make it feel homey and comfortable; good, because I get to be a CONSUMER!

This afternoon we drove over to the estate agent (realtor) to sign the lease and pay the rent and deposit.  Just like back home, you typically pay first months rent and a deposit equal to a months rent.  In addition to the lease, we had to complete a form for the Private Residential Tenancies Board.  The PRTB is an organisation set up by the government to provide dispute resolution service for landlords and tenants.  All landlords are required to register their properties with the service.

We will start moving things over next weekend.  I’m sad to leave my little Irish cottage, but also looking forward to a new adventure.  Here’s a teaser of the view from our new front bedroom:


For those of you not versed in the universe of Doctor Who — yes, I know you are out there because I was one of you until this Christmas — Whovians are fans of the British television drama Doctor Who.


Today, I stumbled upon a fun article highlighting 3 things from Doctor Who that actually exist out here…in the world outside the Blue Box.  (Yea, this is what I do when its FREEZING out: hide in the only warm room and surf the net.)

The Sonic Screwdriver: Scientists at the University of Dundee in Scotland are trying to make one to use in medical procedures!  How cool is that??

The Weeping Angels: No, they didn’t discover statues that want to feed on your time energy, but there ARE weird elements out there that only move when you’re not watching! The Quantum Zeno effect is all about certain elements, like uranium, that only decay when they aren’t being observed. Totally weird!  What if that’s how the angels start, as a single element, and then…like the Wolf that landed on earth by the monastery, they take 300 years to grow from a single cell!! Good thing Google isn’t building “uranium-based lifeforms” – oh wait, they ARE!!!

The Tardis: Well, for this one…go read the article.  All I will say is that according to a manuscript left behind by the Count of St. Germain:

We moved through space at a speed that can only be compared with nothing but itself. Within a fraction of a second the plains below us were out of sight and the Earth had become a faint nebula.

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