Quite the Contrary..

"Mary, Mary, quite contrary

How

Does your garden grow

with Silver bells and cockleshells

And pretty maids all in a row"

I always wondered why I identified with, probably, the least attractive personality trait, but liked it because of that.

I'm not sure why this reminds me of the occasions I would travel into Liverpool to discover and consider the objects to be found in the museum there. I would always head for the local history scenes, where you could walk along a mock cobbled alley way (with wall to ceiling imagery depicting days gone by) in Liverpool and immerse your imagination.

Through which you could hear the sounds of the Docks, Sea men calling, women talking, childrens voices raised, laughter and the lilting soft scouse accent of the girls singing a skipping rope song along with the rhythmic sound, that the rope made, as it flexed each way and slapped the surface of the cobbles now and then.

In the Natural History section I would wind my way through to the stand for the greatest mammals of all, "Whales". I would stand listening intently to the recording - playing one of nature's most amazing sounds. The song of the whale - lamenting.

I tried to save this part of my tour around the Museum for best and last, mainly because, I tended not to see anything else if I did this first, or second. Know what I mean?