Mischievous Me or Them or… Travel Theme

Ailsa has asked us to travel to the land of MISCHIEF with our photos this week. Let me encourage you to visit her at


Her tales of mischief are lots of fun especially the one about the Deer/Raven tag team!

Here are my mischief makers:

Pretty Kitty was always trying to break into my sister's place in Womerveer.

Pretty Kitty was always trying to break into my sister’s place in Womerveer.

My sister tries to sneak up on me at the Oude Kerk. She is really bad at it.

My sister tries to sneak up on me at the Oude Kerk, in Delft. She is really bad at it.

The Giant's Causeway was supposedly built by the Mischievous Giant Finn McCool.

The Giant’s Causeway was supposedly built by the Mischievous Giant Finn McCool.

Here is a little history on the famous giant and his causeway courtesy of Wikipedia

Many geographical features in Ireland are attributed to Fionn. Legend has it he built the Giant’s Causeway as stepping-stones to Scotland, so as not to get his feet wet; he also once scooped up part of Ireland to fling it at a rival, but it missed and landed in the Irish Sea — the clump became the Isle of Man and the pebble became Rockall, the void became Lough Neagh. Fingal’s Cave in Scotland is also named after him, and shares the feature of hexagonal basalt columns with the nearby Giant’s Causeway in Northern Ireland.

In both Irish and Manx popular folklore,[5] Fionn mac Cumhail (known as “Finn McCool” or “Finn MacCooill” respectively) is portrayed as a magical, benevolent giant. The most famous story attached to this version of Fionn tells of how one day, while making a pathway in the sea towards Scotland, known as The Giants Causeway, Finn is told that the giant Benandonner(or, in the Manx version, a buggane) is coming to fight him. Knowing he cannot withstand Benandonner due to his size, Fionn asks his wife Oona to help him. She dresses her husband as a baby, and he hides in a cradle; then she makes a batch of griddle-cakes, hiding griddle-irons in some. When Benandonner arrives, Oona tells him Fionn is out but will be back shortly. As Benandonner waits, he tries to intimidate Oona with his immense power, breaking rocks with his little finger. Oona then offers Benandonner a griddle-cake, but when he bites into the iron he chips his teeth. Oona scolds him for being weak (saying her husband eats such cakes easily), and feeds one without an iron to McCool, who eats it without trouble.

In the Irish version, Benandonner is so awed by the power of the baby’s teeth and the size of the baby that, at Oona’s prompting, he puts his fingers in Fionn’s mouth to feel how sharp his teeth are. Fionn bites Benandonner’s little finger, and scared of the prospect of meeting his father considering the baby’s size, Benandonner runs back towards Scotland across the Causeway.

The Manx Gaelic version contains a further tale of how Fionn and the buggane battle at Kirk Christ Rushen. Finn’s feet carve out the channels between the Calf of Man and Kitterland and between Kitterland and the Isle of Man, while the buggane’s feet make an opening for the port at Port Erin. The buggane injures Finn, who flees over the sea (where the buggane cannot follow), but the buggane tears out one of his own teeth and strikes Finn as he runs away. The tooth falls into the sea, becoming the Chicken Rock, and Finn curses the tooth, explaining why it is a hazard to sailors.

In Newfoundland, and some parts of Nova Scotia, “Fingal’s Rising” is spoken of in a distinct nationalistic sense. Made popular in songs and bars alike, to speak of “Fingle,” as his name is pronounced in English versus “Fion MaCool” in Newfoundland Irish, is sometimes used as a stand-in for Newfoundland or its culture.

My Sanctuary

The daily post has challenged us,

A sanctuary is a place you can escape to, to catch your breath and remember who you are. Write about the place you go to when everything is a bit too much.

You can learn about other oases at


It’s funny I live in a world of sanctuaries. A minister, after all, is never far from a church and every church has a sanctuary.

But for all that I would not say I find sanctuaries particularly peaceful places. Perhaps it is in the quiet of a church sanctuary that others find peace. But in these places I go to work. It’s in these locations I wage my war with the souls of men.

There are moments, for all that, when I find the sanctuary a quiet sanctuary. Early on a Sunday morning before anyone arrives for service, for instance (though that has to be pretty early) or late at night after everyone has gone home. But if I am going to speak of an oasis, a place of refreshing, a location of constant quiet and peace I would have to say that is my bedroom. I don’t work there. It’s my space and no one else’s. I can read. I can pray. I can recreate. Beyond that the world’s expectations do not encroach.

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Industrial

It’s a revolution! Cee has asked us to show her:INDUSTRIAL ( see what I did there? Industrial? revolution? Get it?)

Anyway here’s an industrial strength link that will take you to Cee’s place so you can see what her other contributors fabricated.


Thank you! I’ll be here all night!


One of Ireland’s biggest industries


Inside the Guinness brewery

The industry of North Amsterdam

The industry of North Amsterdam


Weekly Photo Challenge: Yellow

So the Weekly Photo Challenge from the Daily Post is covering  the decidedly un Christmasy Color: YELLOW  this week.

That’s OK it doesn’t all have to be about Christmas. In some ways it’s kind of nice to think outside of the season box.

Find lots more yellow stuff at



Weekly Travel Theme: Above

Ailsa has challenged us to take the high road and get above our subjects this week.

To see how other bloggers rose to the occasion got to


Here are my thoughts on the subject

100_5076This is a view of the grounds of Blarney Castle from the top of its parapet.


The city of Amsterdam plays out beneath me as I stand on the balcony of

The Vrie Universitie.


Delft From the top of the Nieuwe Kerk.



Cee’s Oddball Photo Challenge; Week 30

022714 Odd Ball

To see other odd photos go to:




This photo was taken on the street wheremy sister lived, boetenmaakestraat (or something close to that). Apparently the city comes in every few years and slices the sycamores back to these little “who-tree” shapes. The people of the city are very happy because then the magpies are discouraged from roosting and doing their duty all over the cars. It looks weird but beats a daily car wash.

Travel Theme: Horizons

This week’s travel theme from Ailsa is: HORIZONS

We have always held to the hope, the belief, the conviction that there is a better life, a better world, beyond the horizon.

Franklin D. Roosevelt

Boston Museum Of Art

Boston Museum Of Art

A well-ordered life is like climbing a tower; the view halfway up is better than the view from the base, and it steadily becomes finer as the horizon expands.

William Lyon Phelps

A view Of Den Hague From the Nieuwe Kerk in Delft

A view Of Den Hague From the Nieuwe Kerk in Delft

The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

York ME, The Salt Marshes

York ME, The Salt Marshes

The wideness of the horizon has to be inside us, cannot be anywhere but inside us, otherwise what we speak about is geographic distances.

Ella Maillart

The Murdock Block, Winchendon MA

The Murdock Block, Winchendon MA


To find a farther Horizon go to:

Travel theme – Horizons


This post is written in response to Sue’s A Word A Week Challenge which this week has to be on the topic : ORANGE

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Here is my orangeness! Oompaloompahs arise!

Perhaps not what you meant but this is the tomb of William of Orange and the Orange family

Perhaps not what you meant but this is the tomb of William of Orange and the Orange family


Sort of orangy red in the yellow

Sort of orangy red in the yellow


The Bull Dog decorated for the coronation of the Netherland’s new king