Belle UK: Chilling Out With A Winter Wonderland Pixie! EPISODE I

The wintry air crisp and cool, ripe with dappled early morning light laced with honey tones whose colour impishly belied the nippy clime, I was in high spirits today, for I had arranged a magical walkabout in Winchester with another very good matey of mine! My fingers were embittered with a layer of coldness that even my thermal gloves resigned from the arduous challenge and I was left to resort to diverting my mind to the warmer thought of the imminent prospect of meeting up with my gorgeous and adorable pixie mate, Miss Emily! Pathways bustling with eager-eyed Christmas shoppers and the Germanic wooden cabins glinting in their golden sheen outside the entrance way to the stony fortress of the Cathedral, I scudded along as fast as I could and when I saw her waiting for me I gave her a massive jump by dashing in front of her, but the shock quickly gave way to bear hugs soon after!

We took huge sniffs of the Spanish doughnuts and steamy sweet mulled wine being concocted and stirred into life inside enormous shiny brass cauldrons, and little trinkets such as stained glass lanterns and dried satsuma wreaths twinkled at us, beckoning to be purchased and taken to a loving home. Our first stop, however, was an ordinary looking bench that happened to be facing the vibrant wonderland theatrics of those humming Christmas cabins. Taking stock of the sublimity of the beautiful weather and exchanging thoughts for the prospective Christmas party, I contemplated how the laid-back and quiet simplicity of two friends hanging out on a park bench was not something tenable for having a price tag attached to it. Priceless, it is. To sit on a bench is to invite the rare relief of pausing the world even though it is seen to be moving in front of You. You do not watch the world go by, more it is the case that You allow permission for Yourself to be immerse in the awareness and appreciation of the world that You are.

I should wish that You shall take a spare moment soon and acquaint Yourself with a companionable bench and should You be with a friend when You do this and observe that moments can pass without a single word spoken – in the absence of phones that is! – then I extend a hearty congratulations as the two of You have mastered Silence as yet another language by which to express the unceasing luminosity of Your friendship. That is a nice privilege to be had, indeed!

My cheeky pixie mate, Miss Emily, was the perfect accomplice today in the admiration of Winchester’s besieging display of alpine greenery amid the Christmas cheer but I do hope that in the future I will play host to a special guest to this wooden bench that You see in the photograph below. Do You dare to guess who he is? If all else fails there is always a Link at hand. Click on it to access a dapper picture of the furry gentleman in question! Giggle, giggle! ♥♥♥

You will be ejected from Your seat should You begin snoring on the bench!
Your winking Hobbitina, Mazzy xxx

LINK: https://www.facebook.com/PaddingtonBear/photos/a.157585777634955.33066.125079994218867/988023317924526/?type=3&theater

Belle UK: Chilling Out With A Winter Wonderland Pixie! EPISODE I

“To sit on a bench is to invite the rare relief of pausing the world even though it is seen to be moving in front of You.”

Photography, Concept & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winchester | UK 2015

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15 comments

  1. Jonathan Caswell · November 23, 2015

    Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
    THE BELLE OF THE BALL, MAY WE PRESUNE?

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    • Mazzy · November 24, 2015

      Young Master Caswell! 😀

      How on earth did you guess that FOOTBALL is my favorite sport?! Giggle, giggle! 😀

      Thank you for sharing! Warmest blessings, Mazzy 🙂

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      • Jonathan Caswell · November 25, 2015

        Don’t know…with the round, black-and-white ball? Must be SOMEBODY timed it just right for you!

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      • Mazzy · November 25, 2015

        Young Master Caswell! 😀

        How very amusing, you make the ball sound ever so endearingly vintage with that choice of hyphenated adjectives! SOMEBODY maybe onto SOMETHING here! Healthy suspense, I like it! 😀

        Hobbity blessings! Mazzy 😀

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      • Jonathan Caswell · November 25, 2015

        European football…or American (with the helmets, shoulder pads and injury rates???? Or maybe I’m just too dense. Blessings back at ya!!!

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      • Mazzy · November 26, 2015

        Young Master Caswell! 😀

        I am having great difficulty in distinguishing between American football players and an Orc party! Giggle, giggle!

        Long Live The Queen! Hehehehe!!
        Mazzy 😀

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      • Jonathan Caswell · November 27, 2015

        Well, it’s not the same as what they say about hoickey—-they had a fight and a hockey game broke out! Blessings! We Yankees are not without our humor! 😀

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      • Mazzy · November 27, 2015

        Young Master Caswell 😀

        Who said they were fighting? Hockey is a specialised form of gardening, keeps the soil nicely aerated I am told! Giggle, giggle!

        Oodles of blessings! Mazzy 😀

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      • Jonathan Caswell · November 27, 2015

        Gardening? New one on me. Actually, it’s food preparation–ice, creamed. Blessings to you, Mazzy!

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      • Mazzy · November 27, 2015

        Young Master Caswell! 😀

        Food preparation? Humbug! In actuality you are trying to test to see if I have ever heard of Vanilla Ice! Orcs, goblins and trolls I can deal with, rappers cannot even complete one sentence of intelligible English! HAHAHAHAHA!!!

        Yo Yo – see what I mean?
        Cheerio mate! Mazzy 😀

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      • Jonathan Caswell · November 27, 2015

        Vanilla Ice it may be, but I like other flavors too, of ICE CREAM ! That delicious stuff many New Englanders eat even in the winter time! 😀

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      • Mazzy · November 28, 2015

        Young Master Caswell! 😀 😀

        You seem to have an addictive-compulsive tendency to compose riddle-like references to American rappers with speech and literacy impediments, this time to that heavy-weight Mr ICE CUBE, for surely that is what must become of you New Englanders after consuming bucket-loads of ice-cream?! Here in England, we do not eat the ice, we are far more inventive than that, engineering instead non-hazardous weaponry whose one wallop on the head causes instant stripping of all self-reputation and the will to live. Yes, SNOWBALLS! Hehehehe!!!

        Nighty night! Mazzy 😀

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      • Jonathan Caswell · November 29, 2015

        I ofgen make rhymes of ANYTHING…or can, to other people’s discomfort. So why am I being dissected like a frog? Have I offended you? Big words and impressive phrases only go so far. And ice cream is not ice—but iced cream (whipped b\while being nearly frozen.\ and mixed). If this psychoanalysis ion the edge of being critical and sarcastic is a game, It’s not as charming as at first. But it isn’t the first time someone has used me for a verbal punching bag! Just be cautious–you and I do have our limits and would prefer kinder, gentler conversation. At least I would. Vig words don’t impress me–your work and character shal. 🙂

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      • Mazzy · November 29, 2015

        Young Master Caswell! 😀

        Do you know why my students admire me so much? Because I am incautious, punching away at their fears and doubts so that they may rise and rise and for them to give permission to themselves to have the chance to hear the Voice of their own self-conviction, which you have done a marvellous job of hear – sorry – here! Let us just say that my words were premeditated upon thee! Well done, you get a star from me – no, honestly, keep it! 😀

        Cheerio! Mazzy 😀

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      • Jonathan Caswell · November 30, 2015

        Why yjank you, Trach! 😀

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