Thursday, January 23, 2020

In time to celebrate Hogmanay, Mickey invited Tino's father, affectionately called Riessi, to visit Munich with his son. 


I think it's the first time I've posted an image which gives some idea of how Mickey has shaped her environment now that Jessi has moved to Berlin where she and Tino are making the Kreuzberg flat their own.
Riessi did not bring with him any Christmas Tree, the weather being unseasonably mild. But the image with a tree on the roof of a red Mini with Munch license plates was just cried out to be posted.

Sunday, December 22, 2019

22.12.2019

Today, as any Druidic calendar will remind us, is Juul. Henceforth and until midsummer, the days will be getting longer. Another fine reason for me to wear a happy face is that as I write Jessi and Tino are on a train from Hamburg to Munich. In the city on the Elbe the Xmas festivities kicked off for Tino's family and Jessi was their guest.


Saturday, September 07, 2019

#2,800

I may not have many followers for my digital diary, but they let me know in no uncertain terms when (in their opinion) I am using my ailments as an excuse not to blog.

So herewith a whole bunch of photos from a duly chastised Auld Da.



Thursday, September 05, 2019

#2,799

The heatwave, we were told, was coming to an end. 

The doctor determined that while the yellow quarantine pennant must continue to fly figuratively at the entrance to my room, after six months of solitary confinement and in anticipation of a good result from the latest treatment with super-potent antibiotics, I could be allowed a 'Kaffee und Kuchen' outing in the garden of the Vinzentinum before the weather deteriorated. 

Yesterday the sun shone! Jessi and Mickey were no longer obliged to disguise themselves in Tyvek or similar hazmat suiting. The sudden pleasure of being out of doors for the first time in half a year meant there were many photos taken. How very much I miss having a decent version of Photoshop.



Tuesday, July 16, 2019

#2,798

The protagonist of ColinDexter's appeared not only in the 33 two-hour episodes the Inspector Morse television series but also in diverse prequels and sequels.

Dead Man's Walk is an unofficial fan-based story that follows closely 'in the grand tradition of Colin Dexter's original creation', a posthumous prequel if you like. 

It amuses me that there is a product placement name-check for Glenkinchie Single Malt whisky, a favourite of mine not least due to its Lowlands provenance.

Now maybe I should read the Dexter oeuvre which I had hitherto written off as mere 'made for television' writing. 

Monday, July 01, 2019

#2,797

"These youngsters today don't know how lucky they are!"

The picture misleads, however. Today's wake up cuppa, much to Jessi's liking, is served at the Alikanas resort on the Greek island of Zakynthos. Since the 1980s it has become a preferred destination for the under-30 tourists in particular from Great Britain. 

Alykanas is now the busiest destination on the island for British holidaymakers, surpassing Tsivili and Kalamaki, which are more popular with families.




Jessi is working! The British operator of numerous resorts in the region is producing a series of television commercials and Jessi has been hired as stylist. Next week they'll fly her out again do the styling for one of their resorts in Turkey.

Admittedly she'll be working under supervision, but being entrusted with such responsibilities as a relative newcomer. and in a competitive environment like that in Berlin is a positive sign.


Thursday, June 06, 2019

#2,796


Whereas my old flat was situated in a part of Munich which has always been favoured by those of a Bourgeois/Bohème disposition, my domicile is nowadays is in a neighbourhood which I could never have imagined calling home. It is a mere hop, skip and a jump distant from the  Residenz in central Munich the former royal palace of the Wittelsbach monarchs of Bavaria.


The chapel is quite splendid but fortunately, there is no pressure to espouse the Catholic faith and inmates are free to furnish and accessorise their allotted space as they see fit. In my case, it means that my Gabriele Mucchi lounge chair has followed me to my little room beneath the eves.

From the top floor window, I have a splendid view of the skyscape beyond the horizon. And I have discovered a fascination for the condensation trails etched in the deep blue of the Bavarian heaven by high-flying aircraft.

It seems that 30 to 40 thousand feet above Munich two airway tracks, one predominantly for eastbound traffic, the other for planes heading west, cross. From my earth-bound vantage point, this can cause very rarely the drawing of a perfect St Andrew's Cross, or for Scots a Saltire, in the sky. The fact that this is a benediction of extremely limited duration makes this a phenomenon which is somehow Scottish indeed.

There is also an ephemeral and evanescent aspect to this celestial display. Only certain combinations of high-altitude and low temperature mean that the contrails will be visible in all their transient glory. (I think I have understood that correctly).


While on the subject of things I can observe from my window, I'd not want to forget the sedate appearance of the Zeppelin NT.  The blimp conducts sightseeing excursions offering a bird's eye view of the city which is doubtless a further improvement on the clever virtuality provided by Google. It so happens that when the Zeppelin approaches the city centre, the change of heading takes place directly above the Vincentinum. Very impressive!