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Charon and a soul

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First posted 2009 a little after the Ashmole re-opened - a good point of the refurb was more pots (some rather than previously none, in fact), although at that point just one cabinet full of mixed ones, which this was in. There are more cases now too, and this one, still in the original miscellany by the foot of some stairs, now has a label so I now know it is Charon, looking not at all his usual dour self.

I saw it with label earlier this year - must have been Jan - before succumbing to this illness I was making lunch-time trips to the Ashmole and the University Museum, almost as if I knew something were coming - I remember thinking to myself that these little trips would be bucket-list items for me if I were on the way out - premonition as it turns out but also joking with self that my horizons were not large but also should celebrate & enjoy these things so easy to take for granted so nearby.

Cancer news: I've started round 2 of chemo, but oncology Professor not impressed by how round 1 went - liver is HUGE and not shrunken by chemo 1 which we would have hoped to see, so they were a bit in doubt over whether round 2 worth doing, but we'll do it and see in case it will start working better this time.
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When I set out for Rathlin,
I forgot my passport,
And worried about that quite a bit,
On the bus to Heathrow.

What would bechance at Rathlin Isle
While I should sojourn there
No prophet durst declare,
Nor could the celv'rist clerk file
What would bechance at Rathlin Isle
If I ruddy well didn't get there, thought I.

When I came back from Rathlin
Without a passport,
And a bit smug
I got the bus back to Oxford.
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R is for Road-ramble across ruggèd moor, the view rakes down to the shore
A is for Athwart the Atlantic
T is for Thrift, sea-pink, in the sheltered nooks, and Tuatha Dé Danann, absent gods
H is for Heather, hedgerow, and hot chocolate at the Harbour Café
L is for Lighthouses, lunacy at Lughnasa, and lochs
I is for Isolate?
N is for Not so much.
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Chilswell Valley


Interesting after Rathlin to see some different versions of same families - Greater Knapweed as well as standard, Betany (rather than self-heal, although the latter is common around here too), Field Scabious rather than Devil's-bit. And too, St John's Wort, plus here Red Bartsia (new for me to identify), and agrimony, pignut, black medick, chicory, hedge woundwort, ragwort, pinappleweed, and I presume Lady's Bedstraw (?)...

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Rathlin Island

Had a wonderful, relaxing time on Rathlin with Andy Luke staying in the hostel he's working at. People there all so friendly, Weather bright and sunny (forecast before I set off was cloud and rain every day - in fact it only rained once, at night) - caught the sun a bit on first full day there walking to the West in the morning - and that was a long, foot-achy day since we walked to the southern tip in the afternoon, hung out with 65-or-so basking seals for a bit and then came back and went to the pub. Suzy's fry-ups at the Water Shed Café are great (had two), and they also do a great hot chocolate there. Andy regaled me with stories, e.g. the Turbulent Priest (recent visitor); and we talked Marvel superheroes, remembered cowsheds, watched the sun set, listened to the sea, drank Guinness, Irish whisky, courvoisier, and gin, and looked at the stars.

Were eaten by midges, and thanked the swallows. Saw a stonechat, bats, dragonflies (brown hawker), .. and lots of flowers in the marshy heath/moor uplands, which I'm currently identifying from photos - all common things, but seemed particularly bright and lovely on Rathlin (some of that may have been the sunstroke).

And to that end, CAN ANYONE HELP with the first one below the cut. White flowers on a spike, in hedgerow/verge, serrated leaves (= white dead-nettle family?) - I can't find anything like it but I'm sure I'm just being thick/failing my search rolls. Not melilot, not mullein, ...

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