Short Thoughts (53)

So many tablets on the side table now.

Bottles, packets, strips out of boxes.

The print too small to read.

No longer any room for the cup and plate to rest.

Using a lap tray instead.

Was it four of the green ones and two of the white ones?

Or four of the white, and two of the green?

Best not take any.

Trying Harder With Twitter

If any of you are followed by me on Twitter, you may well have noticed more activity from me lately.

I have decided to ‘try harder’ with Twitter. I confess that it eludes me somewhat. It constantly updates, and I get more than a little ‘lost’ at times. I keep retweeting the tweets of those I follow, but I never actually manage to find those retweets on my own Twitter feed. You have to bear with me here, I have never had a Facebook account, and I am also getting quite old!

It moves too fast for me to comprehend, and there are SO MANY duplicate tweets, I never know whether or not I am retweeting the same post I retweeted ten minutes earlier!

Then I see the same tweet retweeted by fifty other people, and end up wondering if I have tweeted the right thing in the first place! Then someone retweets the retweet I have just done, and my brain starts to ache…

When I got a Twitter account, I did that purely to link it to my blog posts, in the hope of a wider audience. But Twitter is now getting away from me, running like a train I am unable to catch.

So please let me know if I am doing anything wrong, or if you would like me to retweet something you have posted. Otherwise, I might well miss it completely.

And don’t get me started on ‘Mentions’!

Honestly, I am trying harder… 🙂

The Lakes: The Naming of Parts

(With apologies to Henry Reed)

One thing that soon struck me about the area we visited is that some of the place names are confusing.
For example, Ambleside borders a large lake, but that lake is not called Lake Ambleside, or even Amble Lake. Either of these names would make more sense to me than the actual name of the lake, which is Rydal Water. There is a village called Rydal, so perhaps it was named after that village before Ambleside grew into a town. Time for a change then.

Keswick is built next to a lake too. Not Keswick Lake, or Lake Keswick, but Derwent Water. This is named after the River Derwent, which actually flows into Bassenthwaite Lake, on its way west into the Irish Sea.

Ullswater is situated next to the village of Glenridding. It could be called Lake Glenridding, or perhaps even Helvellyn Lake, from the large hill that overlooks it. But it is not. It is confusingly called Ullswater. Research tells me that the derivation is possibly from a Viking word for wolves, and that the area was once known for its large population of those carnivores. Well the Vikings are long gone, and so are native wolves.

Some lakes in the area are supposedly not lakes at all. They are called ‘Tarns’. This denotes that the lake is contained on a hillside, or mountain, and has no shoreline. That’s all very well, but Red Lake is easier to imagine than Red Tarn. Or is it just me?

Another one on the list is Buttermere, a very attractive and peaceful lake. I am told that the nearby village of Buttermere took its name from the lake, and not the other way around. So how did it get the name Buttermere? Just above Buttermere is Crummock Water. There is no place called Crummock, the name deriving from the old-English for crooked, added to the local preference for calling lakes ‘Water’, instead of ‘Lake’.

I hope you see my confusion.

I have a suggestion to offer to the National Parks Service, and the county of Cumbria. Have a think about standardising the names up there. I will supply a list of ‘new’ names, free of charge.

And while I am at it, let’s have a think about the names of the hills too.

Cat Bells. Well, they look nothing like a cat, and not a bit like a bell. Catstyecam is a hill that looks like a small mountain. It does not resemble a cat, or a cat’s eye. And cats are not kept in a Sty, they are for pigs. It is also known as a ‘Fell’, the local name for hills that also has nothing to do with falling, or having fallen. Then there is Haystacks, which looks nothing at all like a haystack. I could go on, but I will not.

I have a simple solution for renaming the hills to make sense for the confused tourist. Using the standard sizes of bra cups, they could refer to their size by ascending order in this fashion. ‘B Cup Hill’, ‘C Cup Hill’, ‘Double D Cup Hill’, ‘Bullet Bra Peak’, and so on.

Easier to remember than Catsteycam, surely?

Losing it

I lost a whole day somewhere this week. Julie woke me this morning to tell me that the bin men were in the street, and I hadn’t put ours out. I wasn’t concerned, as our bin day is Thursday, so that is tomorrow. Julie told me that today was actually Thursday, and it was OK, as she would put the bin out on her way to work.

This is an unremarkable event, until I realised that this was not the normal absent-mindedness that everyone suffers, from time to time. After Public Holidays, or when the clocks go back, most people get a little confused about days and times. I really did believe that today was Wednesday, to the extent that I got up and checked the date on my mobile phone. Once I had established that I was in error, and that it was actually Thursday, something resembling a brief panic swept over me. Where had that odd day gone? Was it Tuesday, or Monday, that slipped by unnoticed? It brought to mind my elderly mother, telling me that all the days are the same when you are older, and they just merge into one long existence, the only relevance being the programmes on TV.

I am considering this a warning. I have got to seriously sharpen up my act.