red_voodoo picked seven of my interests from my info page and asked me to explain them more fully. This is what I've come up with.
I've always had a thing about dragons. As I child I would see dragons in the shapes of clouds. I always felt sorry for Smaug in The Hobbit. I think dragons have had a bad press over the years. One of my prized possessions is a ceramic, tubby, Welsh dragon. I'm not particularly interested in other mythical beasts but dragons work for me. I'm also delighted to say that the coat of arms for the county of Somerset is, ta-da, a dragon.
Wai-O-Tapu is an incredible place. Anyone who has been there will tell you the same. Literally, in Maori, it means 'The place of the sacred waters' and is a geo-thermal wonderland near the town of Rotorua in the North Island of New Zealand. The earth's crust is incredibly thin there and all sorts of stuff bubbles up to the surface. There's bubbling mud, a couple of geysers, a beautiful clear pool with water constantly bubbling at 70 degrees (the Champagne Pool), a cloudy green lake, silica terraces and much, much more. The photos on this webpage are so much better than mine.
I don't just enjoy swearing (when the situation presents itself), I like doing it creatively - using combinations of words that would make yer granny blush (though probably not mine!) Swearing is a great way of letting off steam and although I may come across to some people as bit typically British and far too correct in some ways, I still love a good old cuss. And to make it interesting, I'll do it creatively.
Ahhh, the humble pukeko. One of nature's marvels. This beautifully colourful New Zealand bird was in the wrong queue when legs were being handed out. Even so, I think they are gorgeous.
Yes, I like breathing, but in this context my interest in Air is centred around the French band of that name. They make great, atmospheric music with soaring melodies and interesting instrumentation. I like Air. Moon Safari is a great album.
It's a bit like the dragons thing, really. I've always loved legends; the Arthurian myths and legends of my childhood; stories of great deeds that I've read and heard along the way and the Maori legends of how things came to be the way they are in Aotearoa. They all fascinate me.
You only have to read Lewis Carroll's Jabberwocky to understand the power of nonsensical words. You don't have to recognise a word to get an idea about its meaning.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jujub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”