Stephen King fans know that Time is eaten up by The Langoliers, with their knife-like teeth … as they come to the next chunk of their task, they make a sort of crackling noise, a little like Rice Krispies … methinks that as you get older, the Langoliers work faster … But of course, you *never* see them … unless you are *very* unlucky indeed …!

Fife is it then? I go to Fife at least once a year, possibly July this year? If the Elder Female, of the croft, would just make up her mind on the exact dates ( she may already have made up her mind, and told me, however I don’t recall ) we will be going this year.

Oh dear FC, I hope you have a nice garden in the Kingdom. You must be very sorry to be leaving Rolling Acres although the froggies are probably breathing a sigh of relief. If your PUs are attending the Fiddlers’ Rally tomorrow, I shall give them a wave from the stage!

I didn’t know you did Fiddler on the roof Dragonlady?

Funny you should mention it Carol. Yesterday ‘evening’…sort of 2:30-ish…a bottle of Talisker was broached. However, the cork wasn’t chucked into the fireplace because a) there is no such thing here and b) advancing years bring a bit of sense Sometimes…

Oooooo Yer Maj (I know).

SD, mpu found the chewed remains of a Very Large Frog Indeed while mowing yesterday. I will miss the little croakers. So very tasssssty…
Fpu will wave back…

A guy called Bruce Molsky was the authentic North American input this year HarryD. I thought Canada would have been hoaching with Scottish Folk music! All those Caledonian Societies! Hee-euch!

Now, if you don’t mind, I’m sending fpu to get dressed. Its not the done thing to be caught sneaking a peek at IB in two towels

They have FC, The Caledonian Society I belonged to spent most of their
time arguing. We had every trade imagined but rented our hall from
Knights of Columbus because we could not agree to spend time building our own. I now live in a community predominently Dutch,Belgian,and
Portugese. so we Scots get along good for protection All Canadians.

time is my lament too.

Try to get to Lower Largo - park at the car park near the beach BUT go up the rickety steps you can see from the car park leading up to the old rail track - take that walk above the beach and then transfer down to the beach and walk along it on the way back - a long walk, but easy on a lovely day.
If you can’t make Largo go to Bruntisland for the blue flag beach (we swum in it on a v.windy but nontheless sunny day!) and then to wash the sand off your paws there is a little play area with a handy water feature, but careful where you step - you may unwittingly get a cold jet of water which springs up and surprises you!
The swings are good at burntisland too!

This philosophical cat is pondering, like other great minds before him, upon the nature of time. Apparently all time may exist all the “time” but it sort of gets “developed” (Tws will be able to tell us by what, no one else seems to know) and so we get the imrpression of “time passing”. (Does anyone else remember blind Captain Cat and his lines:
” Time passes. Time passes.”
If you say it right, it is spine-tinglingly beautiful and evocative.)

If that is the case then what happened to free will?

But according to a recent BBC TV production, perhaps for once quantum mechanics offers an interpretation of time that is more in accordance with our perception of the reality of time as an unfolding process.

Now boys and girls, if there are small particles of energy/matter, are there small particles of time? i.e. is it really a continuum or, like light, it is “particulate” or “continuous” depending on how you “view” it? I believe I have previously set out these questions on IB and hoped that the immensely wise Schrödinger’s Cat would enlighten us from the darkness of his Box. But of course - there is no light in the box for him to read things by. Curses!
(FX: knees exploding, Major Bloodknock’s medals shake and clink in the wind, Bluebottle starts to snivel, Eccles condoles silently. Exeunt).

Dear Cat, please do not fash yersel’ on ma’ account. I luv u 2. Live and forgive.

And it was not BCC who said what I above misquoted. Correct version:
(First Speaker is speaking):

“Time passes. Listen. Time passes.”

Get the pauses, emphasis and punctuation right for aforesaid tingling effect. It works. Every time.

O Cat, would you please convey the following message to your pus when they are neither tired out nor dead drunk:

Mpu and fpu, your mail address has somehow erased itself from my Aladdin’s Box of Tricks so if you desire future communications in the private domain please be so good as to mail me an appropriate e-mail address.

Your humble servant

Pugwash,
Captain of the First Water

Question marks are on ration in Hyperland

Hyper, Old Pal, the Good Ship “Beatrice” is hopefully swimming again in the pristine waters of Troon Yacht Haven, having had her bottom ground and her stern gland lubricated. The good ship “Trio” is in the port of Kalmar, getting her engine fixed after blowing a gasket or two (for no reason whatsoever - promise!). We expect to finish the voyage to Finland in time for Midsummer celbrations with our families. Ice-cold akvavit and marinated herrings, hard bread and Jansson’s tempatation, no doubt a sliver or two of boiled ham with Coleman’s mustard spread thinly but evenly, new potatoes boiled with dillweed and eaten with ample dabs of butter, salad and fresh veggies according to your taste, beer on the side or a crisp white wine from Ozz or other part of the Southern Hemisphere, brought back by Jonah Jarvis before his unfortunate demise, followed by strawberries and cream, alas not clotted, unknown in this part of the world. Message ends.

Hi Barney. we shall celebrate the solstice in the Kingdom. Lower Largo on first acquaintance does not seem to offer a friendly haven to deep keelers. The harbour is basically a small breakwater shielding a burn mouth. About 70 or so metres of quay which dries at LW and half a dozen pile moorings in the stream. It does have a sailing club which operate dinghies off the beach and the quay is blest with a fairly nice pub/hotel (The Crusoe). There is a second pub a few metres inland. The natives appear to be friendly we have had nothing but politeness and good cheer so far. So if you can make a run ashore in the dinghy whilst torturing YM candidates, we could no doubt manage a pint in one of the hostelries.
Enjoy the trip to Finland.

Hullo, Hyper me Old Mate, thanks for the sailing instructions for Lower Largo. I don’t know the exact plans but they do involve stooging around for a few days in the Firth trying to get the candidates accustomed to the rise and fall of the tide and all the secondary complications that that entails in the life of the honest sailorman. So quite possibly one evening you may see a trim 44-footer, white hull with maroon trimmings, drop anchor as near as possible to the pier and then a rubber dinghy with a thirsty crew embark for the shore and an unpredictable reception at the hands of the natives. Did you know that, in a case of life imitating art, during the early 60’s one of the LL pubs (can’t be certain which one) was the site of a clandestine knocking shop? S’truth, I swear by the tail of the Aerobatic Animal. Local councillors, etc., etc., Kingdom of Fife scandal that blew over in less time than it takes to down a gill of Talllisker. So, dear Landlady, your idea, though good, has historical antecedents of The First Water (and that is not a vessel). However, in LL there were minors involved, so it was far below the moral tone of the George Street establishment. Hyper, how do I get in touch as the day approaches? You wouldn’t happen to have a VHF call-sign?? Oh. How about a secret cell phone number then…

Secret cellphone numbers on their way soonest. We here at Anorak Towers would like to congratulate Cap’n Pugwash on gaining a seat in the European Parliament in the recent elections. Or one of his piratical friends if not he himself…