A Small Black Book
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Lying on a shelf, a small black book, unopened in the last couple of
years. Time to remedy that.
No photograph, because it really is just a small blac...
ANOTHER DAY OF CUTTING OUT
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*Well, it looks like another nice day out there.*
*Shame really, cos I'm gunna be inside cutting out bowl cosy's and batting
all day.*
*But, it won't...
Cobden Observation Post
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We've been living in Greymouth nearly 2 years now and we finally got to
complete this walk to the Cobden WW2 Observation Post. It took about 20
minute...
Bank Holiday Carboot Antiques Hunt.
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It's a Bank Holiday here in Ireland giving everyone a day off after Saint
Patrick's Day.
The weather forecast was not good but we still got up earlier a...
Weekend Roundup
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Last night's 'Countryfile' weather forecast showed a little map that
recorded that our part of the country has enjoyed 110% of the average March
rainfall...
Burleigh
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Washing crockery is mindful, especially when it’s hand painted *Burleigh
Ware *where you can see beautiful plants and flowers, designed with a
stroke of...
A metaphysical disagreement.
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The policeman is due in the village this morning to examine the four bronze
age burial sites that the farmer uncovered over the weekend. Usually the
f...
Windows at Brioude in Auvergne
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One of the best *gîte* trips we've taken since moved to Saint-Aignan was a
trip to the Auvergne in 2019 — five years ago. It was actually our third
trip to...
Stéphane Grappelli - Honeysuckle Rose - vers 1959
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Who doesn't love Stéphane Grappelli!
Is that a young Sacha Distel playing guitar? It certainly looks like him.
I always think of Grappelli playing with D...
Back Again
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It's been a while since I've posted. We were away again for a couple of
weeks. Since I am such a homebody, I am very happy to be back in my own
home, in...
Continuum
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Just now I have done one of the constraint writing exercises which is the
first part of our work this week. It may seem daft but I think to actually
do...
Easy Sunday mornings
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Spending time with the feathered family
So much has happened here lately. A couple of shocks. Stating with the
alpaca. It hit me harder than I tho...
The Growing Season
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The new spring grass is growing at a phenomenal rate, I suspect it has
something to do with all of the rain that fell throughout the months of
February a...
False spring is over.....
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I took this photo of a ranunculus I bought a few days before. They are
such beautiful flowers ~ so delicate and brightly colored. I don't know
how lo...
Yesterday
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It was Mother's Day yesterday, or Mothering Sunday as some call it and
originates from when women in service (maids and servants working in big
houses) w...
thoughts
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What to write about now? Should I write at all or stop and stay with the
thoughts in my head?
These are such complicated days and probably some kind of ...
Patea Dam parking lot
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Hubby has taken me to see so many places since I arrived here almost 18
years ago! It was a bit overwhelming at first and I asked sooooo many
questions! ...
Books 5-6
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The Innocent by Posie Graeme-Evans
The year is 1450, a dangerous time in medieval Britain. Civil unrest is at
its peak and the legitimacy of the royal ...
Going Into Recess
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Have you ever felt that sometimes your life has turned a corner? Or, as my
uncle used to say, started a new chapter in the book of your life?
After r...
Deaths of John and Emily Webster
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In Pakanae Cemetery is this grave belonging to Mrs Emily Webster (nee
Russell), wife of John Webster, born 1829 in Kohukohu and married in 1855.
Her husb...
BUSY TIME OF YEAR
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Well, we are always busy but at the moment it seems more so.
It has been hot and dry so watering every day. The tomatoes, in
particular, have done re...
Catching up!
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Oh dear, nearly six months since I last posted a blog. It is not that I
have been bothered to write to you. Oh no. It is because words have been
absent ...
Mincemeat and Quince
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The days are getting shorter and the trees are beginning to shed their
leaves. The quince tree has done magnificently this year. The fruit
enormous a...
I write. I create. I observe and record my life, after 40 years, in Greece. I love to create either with my handy craft, cooking or writing. Freeform always. Keep it simple, keep the interest, make it useful. I write about my garden sometimes, my grandchildren and the different culture and traditions. My New Zealand up bringing was so different from this way of life that I do truly feel like an alien at times. Greece is home but so is my kiwi 'homeland'. I am a citizen of both and an alien in both.