tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39685750669686390482024-03-05T23:09:35.835+00:00~ Kirra ~~ Kirra ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623457311569307402noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575066968639048.post-19945374249301657632010-02-05T18:34:00.001+00:002010-02-05T18:34:16.854+00:00Treats<p> </p> <p>What are your favourite – Treats?</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBwZ_hUv7idcqhXEEADAZqzAapadxPpeP2ZUK8bXU3tNZS0nqn8KTlBP6qF_2qn__aNREde_-U5iUNYN0mbUmheeT_XBxvO6MtqHVFRVcpjq1AZJ0zsIdxNTyMyi_q659TUUk5a5bQUWU/s1600-h/KIRRA%20005%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="KIRRA 005" border="0" alt="KIRRA 005" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyG9ASMX_GNwprm9XY5nqvn_z_ad9w7u0vxlnZhqnLCjCGZTMxQ-1jO4BFSMjH_CQ5Fgv3jYp9EsP5kw-QTKD7kVx4XJUgo4Fel1I_YTlQeT1X1v8nyt3PecqOvtaKd3mGawBIRQ9Wkvw/?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>I just luv:</p> <p>Tripe Sticks</p> <p>Pork Strips</p> <p>Pedigree Denta Stix</p> <p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu_lQr-xoLW8RomFL6QEmpd_F7dFY0VrrYJalD1o4FXk_LGZMTTeTDuFjUoCqPP4CQmAeSPwv5MMoqStK0hATev7N7BAdadbuxQ57TPtKT1gtxlN2TSYbXKlsl3kFIqorHzZeBKX8sLmM/s1600-h/Tobermory%20-%20December%202008%20031%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Tobermory - December 2008 031" border="0" alt="Tobermory - December 2008 031" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioIbJAifO6NTpN5tOuNcOoJ0O4RHKYsrZlgZZM-5B8VJDbN8cK3tQGDrOGzhDGfmCm07Bn1U4X-r6fGnZw2JPDafvCYx7n1mDPfwXWxIJvOqhFeNO0UVQoxDset_yjC4xLwZm_aI_gz-c/?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>Of course if there happens to be any other edibles lying around, then I shall be more than happy to give them a try :)</p> ~ Kirra ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623457311569307402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575066968639048.post-67780362352125328072010-02-04T10:45:00.001+00:002010-02-04T10:45:53.827+00:00NORTH WIND<p> </p> <p>When the great North Wind doth blow</p> <p> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDIhoJbfmoPKYM9mprhy4_TFsKLk1qDvkRnj5DVWlNQoy_0CvyNLMNam46X0k0OJJc3EcYoQqoxddD08G2lqP5FPrpFUAcssD7i3jg0NqR8_nvpWmHj5VgIGKDCLVbibyrgtPi6F0yW6M/s1600-h/NorthWindBlowing7.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/S2qlYF3eKvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/BTElp8mtNlo/NorthWindBlowing_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="191" height="226" /></a> </p> <p>Tis far far better</p> <p>To remain indoors</p> <p> </p> <p>Unless you be insane.</p> ~ Kirra ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623457311569307402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575066968639048.post-55039790047642963152010-02-02T13:46:00.001+00:002010-02-02T13:46:35.332+00:00Winter’s Day<p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/S2gsrfP5YPI/AAAAAAAAAPI/UDzzHZXNET0/s1600-h/20100191%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="20100191" border="0" alt="20100191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqqIP0GOatuWe5psVlG8fTpreYKHMQ_GjjLR6T_xgtUy3ZTZ1mDuKBS88ulombjL9tH77YniKE-_bZsZDnUV_sOHUPmnw3zD8uouzQu-PEggUltaLGDI9veoTRrJxOOTnIgqV8Pn5wvWM/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p>Even on  a  bitterly cold winter’s day</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNBHM2SuJpbr3bthcDqu0o1cw7gTpqbMxYIqPZDHmYrXdKbF_pQL8Fbn4JO2AwxHVtFxD-gVV3NPvMHkk5a7txTycnx7L90sPPzKfLo_VekRcemglEUR0fZXr75MnwThRipi37hyf1ISc/s1600-h/20100219%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="20100219" border="0" alt="20100219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbpeMFaSNY1DJoErJekaa8yJquuMCup7UZpSFMwOq9m90ArJKzcX-4ZpFm2W83vT3x528CoELdTnCUQpSZq0_9_7HfkCkea6KFPOIdUp9fs_BPn2E_wo-9xb8ciQ7XahX0JK7KkHJn9Hk/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p> </p> <p>The beach can still be captivating.</p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/S2gsuPRUZMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/YBsvDi9rT5o/s1600-h/20100217%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="20100217" border="0" alt="20100217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwhXooRBnCGROYUVfce4S61T6iI7SRByD0km-VUO998Qg-p2KeI1ZwYFPzq2KL8mXRAYJ5nKHATg7Z0pCvsXCZJLk9TPTXGNqVBtTov4HlRB8E_7K6HOxOpoOz3dumrXx5JiW-oh-UtIA/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p>However, just remember – not to shadow the star </p> ~ Kirra ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623457311569307402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575066968639048.post-89352264379882242412010-02-01T05:41:00.002+00:002010-02-01T05:43:42.895+00:00Relax<img style="WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px; VISIBILITY: hidden" border="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2NTAwMjgwMzEwOCZwdD*xMjY1MDAyODk*MDIzJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1hMTJhNWNkMGFjNjY*/ODJmODFiOTVjM2Q*ZmRmZTNmMiZvZj*w.gif" width="0" height="0" /><a href="http://s428.photobucket.com/albums/qq2/islewriter/?action=view&current=004.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Kirra - relax" src="http://i428.photobucket.com/albums/qq2/islewriter/004.jpg" /></a><br /><br />With relaxation comes the - weight gain.<br /><br />As Olivia Newton John sang - 'Let's Get Physical' - I guess that means both Kirra and her owner.~ Kirra ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623457311569307402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575066968639048.post-15555820493051779552010-01-30T19:29:00.001+00:002010-01-30T19:29:24.850+00:00Visions of an Irish Princess<p> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0kdWlV6HUO8BXjVR8qZa-c-sUDpaevqAwiljUvnQumkfkujg1uAYhjb8h45FKv3PLkKgdgFiZyWC8Yg2nCIbuhbDk572P65Oh41F0-V9FG4xyIpX6m0U-99bXXSugqJehfBVOg0XAWGI/s1600-h/074%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="074" border="0" alt="074" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/S2SIgWw-_JI/AAAAAAAAAOs/DApqHFZWxnk/074_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>Outside her new home.</p> <p> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMCAPZ4-vn4Eh_wAGyltbzFcfUcp1NcVfityA6mWXlcIYnkA3VbdTWurymPO69SaNT3VDwKoIeHTvjs1LeF4bYO2H8jU_7k-m7nJWOXwXpDLXkeg9hipv6-4CrVozhLhnSu8mcxDMMi1s/s1600-h/Kirra2%20(2)%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Kirra2 (2)" border="0" alt="Kirra2 (2)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/S2SIiFR0sKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/yFpp2NTyJXQ/Kirra2%20%282%29_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>Born in Ireland.</p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/S2SIir6WAcI/AAAAAAAAAO4/qjrt6gqDZ4I/s1600-h/kirra3%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="kirra3" border="0" alt="kirra3" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmjmPMU_5DHpEwbBKmu53p0-NvrKI6bP-qSqUuq4PPMIqp_enYBXDzoVFDz7OvEKw3zZtk1aPXPq0EmcKV7QDF0kiykriACCsNzs0v7r9g35aeM4nMM_0NSsPqcr6yVLAO4FPIHYJapo/?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>Arrival in Scotland.</p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/S2SIkKzhZLI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4m08tNkeXuc/s1600-h/022%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="022" border="0" alt="022" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUND8KBIKwOPpSbX7I8QyO5FxipkK016vEIUfrEoWmX_Cw6SVgAcXQY1w660sroBQWZ_2R5sLN-neU2rQOrYfVOdpAtwuOwdalU3vch8MGaRm3yj4QHnlrlShq4RWZKYXk763_ny8DobI/?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>Exploring Scotland.</p> ~ Kirra ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623457311569307402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575066968639048.post-27675588288272777802010-01-28T04:10:00.001+00:002010-01-28T04:10:44.949+00:00Do I Need To Go – Outdoors?<p> </p> <p>Its a bitterly cold winters morn.</p> <p>Dark and raining</p> <p>And a wind blowing </p> <p>From the north.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/S2EOQZyV3qI/AAAAAAAAAOg/AiwQYW6Xncc/s1600-h/Kirra00314.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Kirra 003-1" border="0" alt="Kirra 003-1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpQvUgowYyMIg62w6DNmsWmcuKCKWDI_HzoMMU-hy9LX4o4LAs-PmIIQvBCWaKDKXtazqjLCZkyBVDgnIwYIpZypXz1Us7aI75Z6YCSZgQ8Q0lLZDbpalvWuS8rl7zyPzTMr7DpCVo-m8/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p>Now one needs time to think.</p> <p> </p> <p>Do I really need to go – outdoors?</p> ~ Kirra ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623457311569307402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575066968639048.post-35530423687546396882010-01-27T08:58:00.001+00:002010-01-27T08:58:38.628+00:00Look Up<p> </p> <p>We all need someone</p> <p>Or indeed something</p> <p>To look up too.</p> <p> </p> <p>Guidance and support</p> <p>When times of uncertainty</p> <p>Comfort when needed</p> <p>Safety is at hand.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin0bRV380-wII4VGZcIQ_rLKTtQ-jtp9bvgZ_OZrnpohQVYeD8uKsU_00EoaSqnvnhD0BDuGyiKAYhzYSudwNXTwaozHvGoN-o7MbJdTfCg8ZUmGgv2ZEEwFankpb3L6Jiw23M9c2dqe8/s1600-h/025%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="025" border="0" alt="025" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/S2AAPWFql9I/AAAAAAAAAOc/7Bt6krCUs8M/025_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="344" height="259" /></a> </p> <p>From childhood </p> <p>The passing of time</p> <p>Continues in learning</p> <p>As the guidance in decline</p> <p>And support </p> <p>No where </p> <p>To be found.</p> <p> </p> <p>Long are the years</p> <p>As they go by</p> <p>A presence is found</p> <p>Mutual respect</p> <p>Look Up</p> <p>Here am ‘I’.</p> <p> </p> <p>By</p> <p> </p> <p>Preobrazhenskii - 2010</p> ~ Kirra ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623457311569307402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575066968639048.post-84570444029604599822010-01-26T19:54:00.001+00:002010-01-26T19:54:42.251+00:00Sweet Dreams<p> </p> <p>When you feel ‘dog tired’</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/S19IfRT2DiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/bBoj8MTqFdQ/s1600-h/0036.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="003" border="0" alt="003" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicJAyeyzo0ZHOT3Du6qpiTLTk5MNwpdKFdfXJALtUcwJ7PPzWYk4VlsznvFc_Ll-BNUjgrSuqD3LUKDA914rCAbHSQNmyLGipoE_0kAKberm0t8Wdr8yZGJjzc-1BnPp3WXjie6UEEpeo/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p>What better way than to curl up with a favourite toy</p> <p>on a cosy rug in front of a fire.</p> <p> </p> <p>Sweet Dreams – all doggies.</p> ~ Kirra ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623457311569307402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575066968639048.post-77577890560562941942010-01-26T09:06:00.001+00:002010-01-26T09:06:03.427+00:00Beach – Day or Night<p> </p> <p>The beach is my favourite </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKNiRw4xHWJ35QxqJita8l3Z40FZM3jfQDOLvok2rrMOVx2jALoGJal6vEGd9OcDWwDdPzgoMy922SN5hqhjgrfmRs1860M0vr6gnwLsW9MADqWUctXRWjaIxxGhkaCkK6UY4NwFoculY/s1600-h/BEACH2.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="BEACH" border="0" alt="BEACH" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/S16wdNnZDkI/AAAAAAAAAOE/CwP1GreQQYo/BEACH_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="177" /></a> </p> <p>Day or Night.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/S16wd9u-EvI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rOZDHmr2A-w/s1600-h/BEACH34.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="BEACH3" border="0" alt="BEACH3" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJFgAVZgC8p-KkeWgFNRBqhOUBPPm0MuTzNoy2suAbcsJG3odc8mS3x-g7U_x6E7VAJLrdDdEHGDbNLQ4oLXRcW1VZiXi4yVw8PbrqBzH0rBChwsiskmffwruDVNmTA_w7re6WDUJQijA/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a></p> ~ Kirra ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623457311569307402noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575066968639048.post-5315173070538245572010-01-25T13:16:00.001+00:002010-01-25T13:16:40.384+00:00BURNS NIGHT<p>Over the years, the celebrations for Robbie Burns have grown and now, all over the world, the 25th January is celebrated in style as a tribute to "The Immortal Baird".</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/S12Zpim-0sI/AAAAAAAAANg/Hlp7-MgVefw/s1600-h/burns-night%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="burns-night" border="0" alt="burns-night" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/S12ZqfXwemI/AAAAAAAAANk/g5-T4bK1DlU/burns-night_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="344" height="149" /></a> </p> <p>It is only fitting that this evening of celebration should include a piper as Burns wrote several tunes that have been adapted to the pipes and are played on that very evening.</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/S12Zq3_ENNI/AAAAAAAAANo/JczsELrBxa4/s1600-h/burns_night%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="burns_night" border="0" alt="burns_night" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/S12ZrcUFnJI/AAAAAAAAANs/vxLtRI9tnoQ/burns_night_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="344" height="177" /></a> </p> <p>The start of the evening usually finds the piper playing as the guests arrive and then playing a call to dinner. The top table is usually piped in after all the other guests are in place. </p> <p>The Selkirk Grace is now recited and this sets the tone for the rest of the evening.</p> <p>No Burns night would be complete without the haggis being piped in and the address to the haggis being read, followed by drinking a toast to it. The piper will play a tune by Burns called "A mans a man for all that" and will lead the haggis in followed by the toast master and three glasses on whisky. After the address, the glasses are handed to the piper, the chef and the toast master and along with the rest of the gathering, toast the haggis in style. </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7pdXCe8tUIiebYklSIYttuCvuDzr26Zh3fbLZmB7ef2E123ZesthjfquJVjK3D9hydJptcNrNeb8z2JMaU0ZTmAu5K7qwEjhk78M3vrsJRrSk292lWrr4_twsKKZGrwy86g3KUID8-gY/s1600-h/burnsn%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="burnsn" border="0" alt="burnsn" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5aNih3seiBdx47zOAXxIuOFO6RNlVPElOn53nY9RZD3lts1qqyA_h2HwSHu0lXVgYOuJSq8F6xJckZBxioi-Z92bipxdNgY4a63YXKLAyIKAOetvk0xPPBZhlkJecUWKF-PsDb21hfw/?imgmax=800" width="204" height="157" /></a> </p> <p>The haggis is served with tatties and neeps (mashed potato and mashed swede) after the first course which usually consists of Cockaleekie soup. There are other starters, of course, all with a history of Scotland behind them.   </p> <p>After the main course is finished, the piper is usually called upon to play for a while. It is here that the melodies of Scotland thrill the guests and allows the piper to play those tunes that people want to hear. </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgvdMgUIbJJKizhA5ValUuSeNVgtcZiUIB2VSLMve2BNNdgH0bM_8hZWzOXqQu1HnO45wmClZcmVvCXeolZaihvZ1toxDU6PNMcQYIPW-g-xgtusYEXtWYCcIfUbmYKYIukvyINO7now/s1600-h/robbieburns%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="robbieburns" border="0" alt="robbieburns" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4SPEuE5V2ShvzeEPX9uXFY8kJPQ9xfomghJYdlQcKjNEpyrkIXmfEhqnAagm4LrcBetXwYhnK305d0AJVbxSrKf_o9p53t-S05w5HIlYfRaSD3uubRLUWmdwO9TT2Oz_90VC1-RCLAB0/?imgmax=800" width="337" height="226" /></a> </p> <p>The last thing, before the guests depart is the singing of "Auld Land Syne", written by Burns. With the piper leading, the sound of many voices singing this very moving song echoes throughout the night. </p> ~ Kirra ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623457311569307402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575066968639048.post-60862385799836446582010-01-25T08:53:00.001+00:002010-01-25T08:53:26.611+00:00Winter<p>** Just to let you see I luv my Daddy and here is one of poems **</p> <p> </p> <p>Winter continues the season </p> <p>Cruel is the cold of night</p> <p>Even more so </p> <p>During the day.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/S11cApdbmEI/AAAAAAAAANY/o8MpDTJ_bcM/s1600-h/snosce5.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="snosce" border="0" alt="snosce" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl6b2l05WWCC06-3VacXX3zqK1RgilQo-_JTJlKCTVo0kmBuCTirwUK94MgHL5H5S1cXx-LNZ9-GgGxi1CcA8JxDbpxj4drR3v8nXmOtbDqHsZQ6mBTVELRUciGOb-BU8vWjRh2CdqQlk/?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484" /></a> </p> <p>Layers of clothing</p> <p>And yet easily </p> <p>Penetrated by the</p> <p>Bitter cold.</p> <p> </p> <p>Glimmer of hope</p> <p>Sunshine appears</p> <p>As birds commence</p> <p>In chorus</p> <p>Surely Spring</p> <p>Is on its way?</p> <p> </p> <p>By</p> <p>Preobrazhenskii – 2010</p> ~ Kirra ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623457311569307402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575066968639048.post-920170767769609882010-01-25T08:41:00.001+00:002010-01-25T08:41:50.357+00:00The Train Now Heading<p> </p> <p>From my daily walks on the beach.</p> <p> </p> <p>I often see ‘Trains’</p> <p>Here is one heading to Aberdeen.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjitRIV0zWV7P-8zXgWBSmmrOE0Qt7LuaAXH6cXIyhSwYrkY5I3pDtDrBonWN4u4smoNnyOuF-YBV3jWc_VKxSO2rYi7oTwSPR9VqmT5ywJAceG0ic-2DyQD0dk_3gBFnOt_NiDYC8Wyg4/s1600-h/0284.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="028" border="0" alt="028" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/S11ZQ9KF5qI/AAAAAAAAANE/kCwaGAErrSM/028_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p> </p> <p>And another – heading to London</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/S11ZRVBUGKI/AAAAAAAAANI/aVl0gqXQoEw/s1600-h/0304.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="030" border="0" alt="030" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ex69MGQccK_x5fTLSBJh9OYoyGb8_Ac_o2JMhxUZ0rZqsCpVjvODPaX5H5EFryh3PnGx3i_TV9CH6-Uc7lhUUsfiZ5eP7DIW1BDuu4_vNldFMT-SJc2Hn8udUHLtVvKQnWd459I0QLM/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p> </p> <p>** Although I don’t really pay too much attention to the trains, cos I enjoy ‘exploring’ for hidden treasure.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbcBlfLQQUbW7qxfGpYmrdVimi965q9xWM6A-FB9Pm_65e6DZIvafhR8jFgTHShyMKmsxjsvjd4CuSKFR4iIxtiAdLlxcAm_t5hv7oSZdCNxKe8N-uYrjz7A7EZBr3YAPHfAx_DoSa4fE/s1600-h/016%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="016" border="0" alt="016" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/S11ZTIw0sNI/AAAAAAAAANU/XHh8oM_2rxI/016_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a></p> ~ Kirra ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623457311569307402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575066968639048.post-63601413959278951942010-01-24T21:50:00.001+00:002010-01-24T21:50:50.825+00:00Me at 4 months old<p> </p> <p>This photo was taken of me at 4 months old and when I lived in Ireland.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHLhDPdCEwVfTZE3Soih-40klZD-f7VacHXDlmeC5g7Vbh0_PzAAz0K-bAw6ux3uY-_mMY96pI1kYfaT_a286QTtCbsnM4zCGhPR3ayeF9tA-CCz30TRb16EKo4LS7QOY1jYi1G3Pv6Q/s1600-h/Kirrababy4.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Kirra-baby" border="0" alt="Kirra-baby" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIrTZTezykmzhOpGvi2Ib137qGwJAJ-vePeVUSO6HXXby3yds8-wkX9tyCGX3JlV8-Vduus4hKGGHGVMyjKECVfbQi9NqejhYEdcnhOLoAK1ZC9IALExKSoguNunNuCONC22sT35CRJ7c/?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>I guess that’s why my Dad calls me ‘My Wee Irish Princess’</p> ~ Kirra ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623457311569307402noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575066968639048.post-67298173385708147052010-01-24T14:16:00.001+00:002010-01-24T14:16:19.361+00:00Every Day<p> </p> <p>Every day is a ‘Beach Day’</p> <p>Here at my new home location.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/S1xWJBfCzhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wk7Asze--l8/s1600-h/011%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="011" border="0" alt="011" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis7u-otGiBYS1msHLXWqHtjSQxlvyeS5zmkMibF-DgDQy-fLBkQTxSDUgZwNlDaRol7Lgl1VI9sua-kc7KPzGd_KvmwXO_S9Y9RXd2jP_iKYOZzqY5Dw_Dt8G1oABK00lSwWCm8467gAg/?imgmax=800" width="300" height="226" /></a> </p> <p>Sand to run in</p> <p>And of course roll in.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWLoCfqZNysf-ConbyfCpNy0U4r189RKEczq-bnBTgwnjd3jZ7o895WKP2voVgxkABuNRWUjG4hYaWalGlbm21nGFHQKHl0IUfppwvzGeeKVNhE4nzSrCAOkVj343XJ8eJucpvX-kz-jQ/s1600-h/010%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="010" border="0" alt="010" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWF_T9AXeiJXBqu4FkCpRLnMkZYrhYEfOlMEJb3jdcMefVaWv64nnONfYw68_WARgiyRD_LptGnjcHBYhT_rzQCFhlnEgxSf7O4cTODYP9xzamgHbL-HgVgpbDb8QePNMzG_XRzamBjq0/?imgmax=800" width="300" height="226" /></a> </p> <p>Digging for buried treasure</p> <p>Of anything that looks remotely</p> <p>Edible.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/S1xWLzw3oPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/HSus1oMU9Y8/s1600-h/026%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="026" border="0" alt="026" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW6ajELq3ncH0HwYwLjk8goxYhcZK5zKT7BjXoLg0fEShQ38z-pIYKdAQL5TzOtTYwM09zsxxJDTFtAJ3UzWBRynBqZRV__CvIXlxtqi14kQX6RWp-hdClpi24b6AVB-OBzh2-Y0ROTAc/?imgmax=800" width="300" height="226" /></a> </p> <p>Seaweed a plenty</p> <p>Shells in abundance</p> <p>Here on the beach</p> <p>Just Daddy and me.</p> ~ Kirra ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623457311569307402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575066968639048.post-91449555206893983162009-09-22T18:58:00.001+01:002009-09-22T18:58:34.057+01:00My Inspiration<p> </p> <p>My companion is a Cavalier King Charles – ruby in colour and a perfect lady.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/SrkOkpyYxYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/aG1Ej5soRDU/s1600-h/Kirra3.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Kirra" border="0" alt="Kirra" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz0TiygCM3mlToki8DpqyU8dWtm45J-s6xQp4nWRv6srtO5qUjyLTVrjnt7JR6gdcckhqYxuxnmTbaRVawqwJlFiyfAtDCYlFtjGD-FwIQGvkjdjZREUdwwKVJ9n7Cq1zd6eZaK83wLAI/?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>Since she came into my life, her enthusiasm had such an effect on me it helped me to focus on my writings and in particular poetry as we embarked upon our daily walks.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNq-Z26ZSWn7u9BruEfwBlmsYYZoiLfx3ZFgS_7WjrlGppCObuBv-umC1a4iARvSJr3bpDXUHhyphenhyphenQUnc1ok4r1QOYgf0AXy0uxLMZ3uPMvIrGY2GCLMmhu9wcPBSlvu22CYL0iJIhYq0DU/s1600-h/00523.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="005 (2)" border="0" alt="005 (2)" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJg2gSWgX3ZYz_wbyvOTZPikWxKz7yGf5-XKlGt-HctGwbqZJWPtqnHNhuZEYmELX58RgIdZmxvjsCh7Oj1qYibcEFN6_RG8NmzXZynVqN_oJnvL7u6Tagw8zXd89PwNLP6l3ax2JVr0E/?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>She loves to meet humans as well as other dogs where ever she goes.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/SrkPqKA1cvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/t2YELBHf4rA/s1600-h/k3.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="k" border="0" alt="k" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBnFM_Hse3rtmGMjL9Lr6NRx_vjjAlAxiUP6GJmHxN4sNTX3SmZJiw8AC2m75KNoFyW-WnV6LUadzhOFfzfWUVBPuNx9dCNToVigrvS4MDUC5JIPB0AdF35gZ1CXPjzgDgc5v3T_MZpXw/?imgmax=800" width="124" height="164" /></a> </p> <p>Cavaliers do bring so much joy into our lives and we must ensure they are given every care and love in return.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibjBMNVATszoE1LUEzH5sX0_wB4GIUVR91ARA_caWRxbAhgFD4MxgM_nXvQ01F-ZWzhpG7q7uwu8x66iyH8bx5DGyhDUy9FnlstfAAweCwgSnh7uuwKXW_kcpF9WCGhH3vNF7VKxGceis/s1600-h/DSC023333.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC02333" border="0" alt="DSC02333" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__LeZFFXG3wo/SrkQPdtPGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/a94eu7QBB1M/DSC02333_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a></p> ~ Kirra ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623457311569307402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575066968639048.post-68982060034445161582009-09-22T18:16:00.001+01:002009-09-22T18:16:36.137+01:00Don’t go in the Water<p> </p> <p>Play time for Kirra</p> <p> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWrPswpzjSNfsG3mveO4KoFCYooD7arY_Ggjn0RSBQZQaI8XVHvc3zdEq5yAn0_BHFpohh-8uf4NyZDpR-ereZbIMqgAb-TZAjrMhbAuPySrTeloPElJu7vDcOnccyz8p4l_yMlwZS9x4/s1600-h/DSC025804.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC02580" border="0" alt="DSC02580" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaziHrshIJ7_70pj4ynab4kM0OkigRllH_xr9XNd8f_eT04bWvkXXO3KK0R7VzC9msFoFztheKET0XCs87_GTz9LR6KHTjmIr0O2O9iIGFdqECGVt33_yX9i4g9kYBXVW_YbiOjM3usBg/?imgmax=800" width="344" height="259" /></a> </p> <p> </p> <p>Even if she keeps well away from the water.</p> ~ Kirra ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16623457311569307402noreply@blogger.com0