I was out in the front garden this afternoon when I spied something on one of the rose bushes. I initially thought someone had somehow attached a brooch to the rose bush but on closer inspection I discovered it was a beautiful moth.
When I looked closely at the moth I commented to my husband that it looked as though it was embroidery.
My husband did some searching on the internet and discovered that it is a Coprosma Hawk Moth. Usually it is found on the east coast of Australia but only as far south as Sydney so this one was certainly out of that range. It is the first time we have seen this moth.
While we were in Picton we visited a historical ship which is dry docked in the harbour. The ship is the Edwin Fox which was a migrant ship and a pioneering freezing hulk. You can read its fascinating history here.
There was also a comprehensive museum of the the life of the ship. The museum was engrossing and the actual ship was a credit to the hard work that volunteers had done to secure the survival of the wreck.
The ship shows how much deterioration happened to the wood when the ship was sitting as a wreck.
My father was a carpenter before he became a pilot and he would have been impressed with the woodwork in the construction of the ship.
This last photo gives you some idea of the scale.
This is an attraction in Picton that is well worth viewing.
I have managed to get quite a few books read recently.
The Strays by Emily Bitto
“On her first day at a new school, Lily befriends one of the daughters of infamous avant-garde painter Evan Trentham. He and his wife are trying to escape the stifling conservatism of 1930s Australia by inviting other like-minded artists to live and work at their family home. Lily becomes infatuated with this wild, makeshift family and longs to truly be a part of it.
As the years pass, Lily observes the way the lives of these artists come to reflect the same themes as their art: Faustian bargains and spectacular falls from grace. Yet it’s not Evan, but his own daughters, who pay the price for his radicalism.
The Strays is an engrossing story of ambition, sacrifice and compromised loyalties from an exciting new talent.”
“The secret of change is to focus all of your energy not on fighting the old, but on building the new.” (Socrates)
After a totally frustrating session on WordPress yesterday I came across this saying on one of the blogs I follow. It was so apt for the reason for my frustration. I had changed to the new editor for working on my blog having previously worked on the classic editor, that is the original form of WordPress I have been using since I first started my blog. It has reached the point where I must use the new editor as the old one will no longer be supported.
I became thoroughly frustrated as I couldn’t get a new page to add to My Tuesday Travels Page. I wanted to add 2019 Tuesday Travels as a sub page to the Tuesday Travels page and even though it said it was published I was unable to find it anywhere on my blog. I will persevere and see if I can find a way to have some success but not today.
Since drafting this post I have persevered and am now able to do what I wanted to do yesterday. Try, try and try again.
I am not sure if this is a term of endearment but I certainly thought of it as such. My dad used to say Teenie trauchle drawers when I was a youngster. I came across the saying Teenie from Troon yesterday and it made me think of the expression my dad had used. I did a bit of searching on the internet and there are many expressions using the name Teenie which is a generic form for addressing someone in parts of Scotland.Trauchle drawers I always thought referred to pants falling down. For example when a baby’s nappy would be working its way loose. I checked up in the Scottish dictionary for confirmation and trauchle is used as a verb.
2. Specif. To injure, spoil, befoul or bedraggle by dragging, trailing, knocking about or trampling, to damage or blemish from carelessness or slovenliness (Sc. 1808 Jam.; ne.Sc., Slg., Fif., sm.Sc. 1973); ¶in 1931 quot., to spoil a shot at golf, to muff a stroke. Hence (1) trachelt, ppl.adj., bedraggled, dishevelled, tangled, knocked about; slovenly, untidy, dirty (Rxb. 1801 J. Leyden Complaynt 377; Dmf. 1920; Bwk. 1942 Wettstein); of crops: beaten down by wind and rain; (2) trachlie, apt to entangle (Bnff. 1866 Gregor D. Bnff. 195). Abd.1754R. ForbesJournal 26: For as laggart an’ trachel’d as I wis wi’ tawin amo’ the dubs.Abd.1794W. FarquharPoems 191: Sair trackl’d wi’ the win’ and weet.Sc.1825Jam.: A person is said to trauchle corn or grass, when he injures it by treading on it.Abd.1871W. AlexanderJohnny Gibb i.: We canna hae the beast’s meat trachel’t amo’ their feet.Sc.1873D. M. OgilvyWillie Wabster 4: Shame fa’ thae trauchled, taupiet queans.Abd.1903J. MilneMyths 21: He saw that her dress was both meanly and badly put on: “She was trachelt in her claes” was the expression he used.Fif.1905S. TytlerDaughter of the Manseiv. ii.: Going home trachled and draigled in the wet.
(From Dictionary of the Scots Language)
I admit to referring to my children as Teenie trauchle drawers when they were losing their cloth nappy. Probably not something they remember me saying as they would be too young to remember.
My children do have some Scottish words that they use so some have remained with them.