Thursday 20 December 2012

A Word from Ratatosk

Here at out Beach House it is a very wet Thursday, North East gales and rain are plummeting
round our stalwart outside Christmas Tree, driving the baubles to ground.

Doomy Mayan end of the world stuff is currently stirring paranoia which is all good for commodity alibis and the sales of mulled wine and stronger alcohol

In the Norse myth of Yggdrasil the world is held up by a huge ash tree. As our wooden Beach house is supported on four big ash trees, in the time of DieBack we have to take this disaster stuff a bit seriously.
In the Nordic system Ratatosk the squirrel runs up and down between a dragon in the basement of roots and an eagle in the top most branches.

Here we have our "own"  squirrel that leaps along our verandah nicking the nuts we put out for blue tits. He is a grey squirrel quite irritated  that Lake District hotels collect a pound sterling per head from  bed an breakfast visitors in order to kill his tribe and save the reds. So he knows thing or two about paranoia. However in between spreading gossip and rather nasty rumours between  dragon and the eagle territories he  did communicate briefly..... more or less to say, don't let the rain wash off the slap, keep up the make believe as long as you can and don't let the buzzards pull you down. OK?
Ratatosk at work.

OK?


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