Let’s Get Out Here

Despair is a terrible thing! For example; J often despairs at my collecting stuff, or hoarding as she usually refers to it. ‘Slim your life down’, she tells me. ‘Get rid of the clutter!’ Secretly I think she despairs at the thought of me shuffling off and leaving the house-clearing to her!

old bottles

a few from the bottle collection – you can just make out the antique dust that I collect as well

dead insects

 tiny part of the ‘dead animal’ collection

glass eye collection

the ‘glass eye’ collection

Truth to tell, I only ever owned one glass eye and that I used to keep hidden in a handkerchief. It used to cause great merriment/alarm when I’d pretend to sneeze and send it rolling across the restaurant table or plop it into a beer glass at the pub. Anyway, I’m only showing you these to illustrate that my stuff is not ‘clutter’ and is, in fact, a source of great interest and enlightenment.

This time of year when we are hibernating away from the excessive heat and doing little else but reading, sleeping and eating I find that I despair of conjuring up anything remotely interesting to blog about.  So it was that I turned to one of my bits of bookshelf for inspiration and was reintroduced to two delightful little gems of pure ‘Englishness’ published by the Southern Railway in 1936. They hark back to the days when trains wandered along branch lines and stopped at places that have long ago fallen to Dr. Beeching’s Axe, and are full of warm reminders of carefree days of childhood for nostalgia buffs like me – I love stuff like this!

SPB Mais Southern Rambles

southern rambles

‘the ancient village charms modern youth’ – so quaint


as they wander from Oxted to Tubs Hill

southern rambles

gazing down from Toy’s Hilldolcis shoes ad

in their Dolcis suede walking shoes!

Where, you may wonder, is all this rambling leading us? Well, one of the books is titled ‘Let’s Get Out Here’ and that is almost exactly what J and I are doing for a couple of weeks. We are ‘Getting Out Of Here’ and heading for the UK for a good dose of positive at the Socialist Party Summer School followed by lots more positive enjoying time with family. So, ‘Hadi, bye-bye!’ as we say in Okçular, ‘I might be some time.’

Was that a sigh of relief I heard?

Alan Fenn, Okçular Köyü

24 thoughts on “Let’s Get Out Here

  1. Not at all, guys! Please bring some of that positiveness with you back to Turkey. We need it! Have a great time at the summer school. Iyi yolculuklar. Lots of love to you both. J and M

  2. A very good trip to you both. I agre with J. Time to ditch some of the stuff. Mary

    1. ‘compositing motions’ hmmm! Has me thinking of J’s famous compost bins, cow pats and earth closets! This is not a conference, it’s talks, workshops and discussions followed by many a pint of good bitter beer in the evenings.

      1. Some of the effects of ‘compositing’ were worth only throwing on the heap to rot down….but it was great fun in its day. At least there is still beer in the evenings.

        1. . . and a lot of talk – was it Wilde who said the ‘the problem with socialism is that it takes up too many evenings’? Obviously not a beer and skittles man!

  3. Enjoy!

    We slung nearly everything when we moved out here. But this place is cluttering up already…

    We were hoping to meet up some time next week but it looks like we shall be ships that pass in the night or something…

  4. Looking forward to seeing you both and then you can enjoy all my clutter, How’s that !!!!!

  5. Having just jettisoned 5 tractor trailer loads of junk ( i.e. really important stuff we should have hung on to for another 20 years despite not needing it for the previous 20) I can’t help slightly, but only slightly, agreeing with J. We have gained two more rooms.
    Enjoy your travels

  6. I used to be a terrible hoarder but moving into a shoe box-sized house put pay to all of that. Life laundry was necessary and now, even when I feel the need to hoard, it’s just not physically possible. Nice in some ways but not in others.

    Enjoy your break in Blighty, catching up with family. 🙂


    1. . . just can’t live a fulfilled life without my stuff, Julia – and thanks for the “Happy Travels”!

  7. I just spent a week of vacation trying to clean out my Dad’s attic in Cambridge (Massachusetts), — his wife has the beginning of Alzheimer’s and told me to get rid of everything and my father cannot face it. Wonderful books, old diaries and letters, fabulous photos, clothing galore, elegant hand-bags and tons of useless junk like TVs that haven’t worked for decades, audio-cassettes, old children’s stuffed animals. I made numerous trips with bags of stuff to donate to charity, recycled mounds of paper and took out Lord knows how many garbage bags of stuff and I barely made a dent in it. It is easy to get lost contemplating your grandparent’s wedding picture, or your great-grandmother’s diary. So I came to the conclusion that I never want to buy anything ever again and I certainly should not write any of my own useless drivel down on a piece of paper that someday my children are just going to have to sift through and throw away. (Good thing my blog posts can be deleted). I ended up feeling like you “Let’s Get Out of Here”!!

    1. I know what I’m leaving for others to sort/dispose of and yet parting with useless things that I love is too hard> Let others order the skip!

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