The Humble Moth

Angel Shades,

Annulet,

The Beautiful Yellow Underwing.

Black Neck,

Brown Tail,

The Broad Bordered White.

Buff Tip,

Cinnabar,

The Common Clothes Moth.

A Cream Spotted Tiger,

Dew Moth,

Dott Moth,

A Dark Bordered Beauty,

The Figure of Eighty.

The Essex Emerald,

Early Grey,

Early Thorn.

A Fire Thorn Leaf Milner

The Large Red-Belted Clear Wing.

A Grey Mountain Carpet,

A Grey Scalloped Bar.

The Humming Bird Hawk Moth,

The Lackey,

A Lappet,

A Case Bearing Clothes Moth

The Langmaid's Yellow Under-Wing

A Manchester Treble Bar

A Merveille du Jour.

The Narrow Boardered Bee Hawk

Oak Beauty for sure.

Orange Tailed Clear Wing

Purple Boardered Gold.

A Rannoch Brindled Beauty

Reed Leopard,

Rest Harrow,

Beauty unfold.

The Shoulder Striped Clover

A Six Pellted Clear-Wing.

The Shark,

The Snout,

The Spectacle and Treble-Bar.

A Twin Spotted Quaker.

The humble Moth's not humble

when,

you see just how many there are!

The Queue

What a wonderful thing the queue is.

We Brits love to queue.

A simple piece of engineering

said to have been brought about around the 19th century when the industrial revolution brought many people into cities to work at the same physical location.

It has become engrained in the English way of life.

Based on the 'first come first served' principle,

the queue allows a group of like minded people the ability to achieve a similar outcome,

ie to get something or get into somewhere,

sequentially, 

fairly and justly.

New arrivals to the location or situation can decide if they wish to join the queue,

by a simple calculation,

looking at the current queues length and it's rotation speed,

ie, the length of time it is taking to get from the joining end of the queue to the queues goal,

and deciding if queueing is worth the time the queue might take to work through.

Supposedly famed for our civilised approach to the queue,

it can be argued we Brits still hold a good queue as 'British way of life'...

So what's with this guy here!

Which cave has he been living in for the last 50 years!

"Hey there's a bloody queue here mate! Get to the back!"

I'm Going Sit On Top Of a Hill

I'm going to sit on top of a hill

in the early morning, cool and still,

and listen to the wind rustling through the trees,

watch the clouds go where they please.

The trees are every shade of green,

the fields add colour in between.

The houses; dressed in local stone,

are islands of their very own.

The cars and lorrys tell me there,

are people out and everywhere. 

But from my hill; not a soul will I

in all that green, those people spy.

I see the cows in their field

keeping up their daily yeald,

eating grass; no other goals,

than making milk for breakfast bowls.

I see a distant shower of rain,

refreshing all to grow again.

And feel the rain upon my face,

once more I'm part of the human race.

So I'm going to sit on top of this hill

refresh my soul: recharge; until

the world no longer masters me,

then I'll be king of all all I see! 

Remember

Remember. 

The moon at which you stare

stares down on those you love.

The sun which warms your heart

warms their heart too!

Smile at the moon,

smile at the sun!

Smile.

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Old friends.

Oh the things we've done,

the places we've been!

Not as young as we used to be,

scars witness to lifes little mishaps. 

Wrinkles,

the calluses of hard work,

nagged by the occasional ache

and the groove made by a band of gold.

Always there,

always have been,

with me to the end!

(Hands)