Wednesday, 23 July 2008

Yurt


Ok, I am a hippy. But Daisy has me thinking. You are right Daisy. My life will be a continuum of angry frustrated letters to massive organisations, followed by unsatisfactory outcomes, if I don't do something about it. Perhaps I need to embrace the inner hippy and just drop out of sight, keep what money I earn under the wood pile, and spend the rest of my life milking goats.

I love yurts. The first one I ever saw was on the northern most tip of the most western aspect of the British Isles. On Ardnamurchan. It was perched on this weather ravaged cliff, but because it was lined with seal skin it was extraordinarily still inside. You could have dropped a feather and it would have fallen straight downwards. It was simple but so very cosy inside. I love the idea of living in a round construction. Fantastic Feng shui.

23 comments:

Philipa said...

I love the idea of living anywhere but here right now. Everyone's buggered off and my plans to concentrate on the washing up failed after a day :-/

A yurt sounds good, but a gypsy caravan would suit me right now. Parked in a field, by a beach. No one but the children and me. Bliss.

I didn't mean no visitors or invited guests but the last time I camped a football dented my bonnet. No football. No bingo. No slot machines and plinky plonky jolly music or pop noise. No used plasters on the side of human soup commonly known as 'The Pool'. Ugh.

Ok I am a grumpy bug. Sorry. I tried not to tell anyone :-(

Lilith said...

OhhhPip. Wrong campsite...

idle said...

Nice tent. The even-idler brother just down the road from you has a round bell tent thing which houses his family for Glasto every year, along with a great many rag tag and bobtail who crash there during the annual mudfest.

I entertained 12 teenagers in my own erection this evening. They drank little of my claret but a great deal of my Pimms vodka cup, ciser and beer. Great fun. I like optimistic handsome youth, and delight in (most) of the idle girls' friends.

I will post a pic of my summer tent shortly in a show of fellowship with the lovely lil.

Back to the youth now, they need edukayshun on the music front....

idle said...

That would be cider, obviously. Too mutch clarrett, obviushly

Lilith said...

Aren't the young gorgeous, Idle? My Girl is, as we speak, abroad with a small ensemble of dizzy and luscious youth...One of the mothers phoned me in a panic before they left, wanting to know if there was anyone sensible going with them....

Lilith said...

And Idle, Do post a pic of your summer erection....I long to live outside, every summer, then the evenings get cold and damp...

Tuscan Tony said...

Always fancied a yurt. Read an article a couple of years ago about a west country couple with a daught who couldn't afford step one the housing ladder; so they put one up for her int eh garden: stove, soft furnishings, privacy, beautifully lined, perfect!

Tuscan Tony said...

p.s. I have seen that thing of which idle speaks and can confirm it truly the John Holmes of garden equipment.

Lilith said...

Yes TT. Soon Somerset will be a yurt slum....:-)

Philipa said...

I too would like to see a picture of Idle's erection.

idle said...

Duly posted over at the idle blog.

Lucien Modo said...

In my great experience any feather dropped in a yurt would be blown well off course by the mung bean chewing inhabitants therein.

Scroblene said...

So much to take in here Lils...

Idle's reminded me of Daught's days of bringing in friends at a moment's notice, big grins, trips to Boulogne, always polite - it's something we miss, so do it as much as possible now...

So do I Pips! (Mrs S could come with me of course, and JRT). A yurt on the edge of a deserted beach somewhere in Pembrokeshire would suit me just fine.

Lils, we had exactly thet conversation with an anxious mum once - identical...

I suppose I'll have to go and admire Idle's erection now...pah!

Lucien Modo said...

"I bet she makes you laugh... "

Yes, somewhat hysterically while walking on my own up the high street; all the time trying to defeat the urge to break into a gallop.

Philipa said...

Lil - I have a piccy especially for you over at my place..

Lilith said...

Awww Modo, that's what happens when you've been a teenager for thirty years....Tough growing up, isn't it? :-)x

Lilith said...

Scrobs, I believe they have arrived safely back in the UK....PHEW!

killemallletgodsortemout said...

The best part about making a yurt is clubbing the seals to death for their skins.

Once dried and washed they make a lovely lining for a yurt. They keep all the noise out, and give a kind of stillness inside.......

With leftovers, you can make a nice pair of mittens, or something to cover idle's erection....



Well, you gotta larf.........

Lilith said...

Indeed, Killem, I may be a hippy but I never said I was against slaughtering animals...:-)

You may be interested in these interesting animal by-products:

http://www.nznature.co.nz/ecofur2.htm

Lilith said...

I don't think I would enjoy clubbing a seal to death. Or even killing one. But I am all for recycling their skins.

Daisy said...

i don't know that i am really right about anything lilith...but i do want to see you happy...and as of late, it seems you are more frustrated than happy...

killemallletgodsortemout said...

Ha, ha, Lilith!!!
Possum fur nipple warmers, indeed. I've ordered some for Lady Killem.

Nicely posed, pic, by the way!!!!

Lilith said...

Daisy, it may have something to do with my sister emigrating without saying a word to me....

She is the fifth generation to change continents...And LO! the restlessness of the fathers and mothers shall be visited upon their sons and daughters for generations...