If you look at the word fallen for too long it looks odd, like we should pronounce it with a short ‘a’ sound like in cat.
And I suppose one automatically thinks of feet when thinking of fallen arches. That’s fair enough, apparently twenty-five percent of the American population suffer from them. In some African countries though, it’s a rare phenomenon, that scientists link to the wearing of shoes (bad) not wearing shoes (good). Shoes with arch support paradoxically allow your arches to simply collapse; rather like what happens to one’s middle if you never wear a pencil skirt beyond the age of sixteen and have no need to hold your stomach in…
When I was reading all this about fallen arches, I started getting other imagery coming through.
Destroyed ancient cities with marbled smashed arches crashed to the ground
The broken rainbow I saw last Saturday with the high arc section of its arch missing
A day when the golden arches of McDonalds are a forgotten brand of yesteryear
The American racehorse who was not quite out of the top drawer
Triumphal city architecture to make us shudder
Those unnecessarily sharp comments that we live to regret
And so on.
Saturday is a quiet day for blogging and I imagine there are not many that will read this post so I will also allow myself a fallen arch of narrative thread.
Frankel is due to make his last appearance at Ascot today, but connections report some slight concern about the state of the going. It is currently: soft, heavy in places. He may make a late withdrawal on account of it. I know some people who are going, people who will be devastated if the greatest horse most of us have ever seen is taken out of the race. My own heart prefers that we do not run our national treasure if the ground will be more than a minor inconvenience.
We do not want any fallen arches for the beloved Frankel. It will be an anxious wait.
Original image can be seen here
Can you guess where I am yet?
Last week I was all set to start a blog about going stir crazy on the coast as I approach my third year of living here, after the lights and grime of London in my twenties and nearly all my thirties. I wondered if other coastal dwellers felt the same way or if it was a feeling peculiar only to me. I still think being perched on the edge of a land mass is slightly unsettling, if only because at least one of your escape routes requires a boat. On reflection, I am not able to do the subject justice at the moment and I do not want to sound like a whiner ,so I will settle for saying that since living here we have see not one, but two upside down rainbows from our garden. So it can’t all be bad.
The phenomenon, rarely seen outside polar regions, was spotted by astronomer Dr Jacqueline Mitton, 60, near her home in Cambridge.
Rainbows are caused by light penetrating raindrops.
But the inverted type, called a circumzenithal arc, happens when sunlight bounces off ice crystals high in the atmosphere sending the rays back up.
Dr Mitton said: “It was amazing.”
From The Sun June 2008
I am looking forward to doing a Derby preview for the big one this week. My first thought is that if Aidan O’Brien thinks he has four potential Derby winners at Ballydoyle, he probably has none…