CLASSIC EDITOR – AN OPEN LETTER – THANKS TO MR F.

Dear ALL and especially Mr F,

Your instructions. Mr F on how to find the straightforward to use classic editor led me on the pathway to retrieve it.  The classic editor did automatically open the second time I tried it;  but, now I know where to find it I will happily go through the process, if I have to, to open it up myself.

Once you’ve given the new block editor a try, it sticks to your site like a limpet, taking priority in opening up. If, therefore, you want to continue to avoid the block editor for as long as you can, and you also want to avoid the kerfuffle of finding your way back to it, DON’T TRY OUT THE NEW BLOCK EDITOR in the first place. Of course, I accept some people might wish to try it and also like it, so be it.

For those of us who liked what we had,Mr F’s instructions started as follows:

From your home page go to WP ‘My Sites’ left hand side

scroll down to to ‘WP Admin’. (it’s the last one listed)

Then click on the ‘posts icon’ (mine’s a board pin) which was the 3rd one down for Mr F. On my computer it was the second one down. It opens up a sub menu;

Then click on the ‘add new’.  This bit did not bring up the classic editor for me…remember limpets.  However- I saw;

On the top right hand side of the page there is access to settings. It’s the usual cog icon. You may have to click on the three vertical dots for a drop down menu.  In there (somewhere) you are given the option to ‘use the old classic editor’.

Happy hunting; have a delightful reunion!

 

 

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SANTA’S MISCHEVIOUS ELVES

First posting came up for friends only – apologies if this posts twice!

Due to being inundated with [non] responses from responders who all were attached to another media site I am checking the you-know-what box to ensure that good stuff is not being automatically being mis-directed. Santa’s elves must have been having mischievous field days finding the I.T gateways so easy to pass through. There could have been a lot of disgruntled bloggers on this site who have had to sort out the corn from the chaff, so-to-speak.

SANTA’S MISCHEVIOUS ELVES

Due to being inundated with [non] responses from responders who all were attached to another media site I am checking the you-know-what box to ensure that good stuff is not being automatically being mis-directed. Santa’s elves must have been having mischievous field days finding the I.T gateways so easy to pass through. There could have been a lot of disgruntled bloggers on this site who have had to sort out the corn from the chaff, so-to-speak.

REPEAT – OPEN TO EVERYONE

Repeat- it happened again.

The New Editor obviously disliked me playing around. I published a post via its portal and it immediately uploaded …surprise, surprise! Viewing the post was a another story: it definitely excluded me, its author, as not a word I had written was to be seen by me. It showed up as ‘For Friends Only’. I had left the post open to everyone to view.

How strange, odd and frustrating. The ‘new editor’ is obviously idiosyncratic.

VISITING GARDENS-SEARCH+ RESCUE – UNEXPECTED NEWS

There were some gardens open a few miles away, for the annual visiting Scotland’s gardens. It would be hard to describe all that we saw. There were four gardens that were milling with interested people; each of them were very different. I marvelled at the generosity of house owners giving over their pride and joys to the tramping feet and ogling eyes of absolute strangers. We were all very well behaved, even the children.

One show of flowers and bushes was planted out on the most exposed and arid plateau of land, just over an old quarry. the common question here was, “How do you get it all to grow?” Another husband and wife team had organically developed their elements of gardens over twelve years. I came away with the name of an unusual plant which I must note down for next year. A third was a complete surprise, one kiddie cried “It’s a magic garden”. All developed and terraced on a slope down to a little river that used to run some miles to long gone mill. There were so many nooks and garden corners to discover.

Out at sea, a rescue helicopter was searching, hovering and searching. It was rising and descending, moving onto clifftops and the scrub of the headland; more hovering and searching. The search and rescue helicopter is usually not good news, not unless the crew are successful with a live result.

At tea with home baking, in the village hall, all part of the end of trail refreshment, I got talking to a disabled elderly lady and her husband who are visiting to help their daughter look after the grandchildren while son-in-law is being treated for a serious medical condition. During the conversation, I was told that the son-in-law was a local church minister. I soon realised that this was the man who kindly helped me and drove me home, in December 2010, when my car came off the road due to black ice.

Here was the generosity of families supporting their loved ones. The couple had taken time out to view the open gardens, to benefit, even in the rain, from the different beauties in nature and also benefit, insofar as they could, from the welcome and friendliness of strangers, and also the calming distraction of those lovely and interesting gardens.

VISITS TO PRIVATE GARDENS TODAY

As dull and wet as it was today, I visited some private gardens that were opened for the Scottish Open Gardens scheme. Funds raised go to charities. There were set fees with concessions. If wanted, for a princely sum of £2, I could have afternoon teas with home baking, as much as I could eat, I was told.

The hall was busy with afternoon tea takers. A coach, which arrived when I queued to obtain my garden visits ticket and gardens location map, disgorged another thirty plus people to swell their ranks. The best strategy, I decided, was to head off to the gardens, before the hordes finished their refreshment.

The first stop was Granny’s Garden;

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Globules of rain water sat on plants and our feet squelched as we walked on the sodden ground.

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Just the thing, at the next garden stop, a rocking break.

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In another garden I spied an accidental rain water collector.

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What a delicate flower, one that was ready to multiply;

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Then…….ornamental rhubarb.P1010102