This is an example of cycladic art 'sculptured' many years ago by a friend of a friend. It has suffered a fall as you can see but I still love this and it graces our entrance way (along with the plates in the wall). This figurine is typical of those found in diggings dating from 3000BC on the islands of Naxos, Paros and Amorgos (islands in the cyclades).
I did a sharp u turn to take a photo if this. It's a classic. Once upon a time all menus had one or two hilarious translations (grilled lamps for lamb chops) but nowadays most tavernas have children who speak english or know how to google. I wonder what is expected of the poor old tradisional cousin, an arme and a legg? I should not mock, my mistakes in greek are much worse. 'Cuisine' is a french word, maybe that's what bamboozled them. On a second board they have taken another 'stab' at the word and come up with 'coysin'.
Goats. These ones roam free all day but as the sun goes down they return to the pen all by themselves so their owner can milk them. We have had a rogue herd around us for the last few months. They come in the night and eat anything hanging over or poking through our fence. They have ruined Vaso's olive trees, scrambling up the trunks and gnawing away all the lower branches. The bigger billy goats with huge horns a metre across have trampled all her dry walls, broken down fences and made her cholesterol soar sky high. They have damaged our english neighbour's citrus trees and left droppings all over the terrace. Rumours are that another 'rogue' has penned them up. Good on him if it is true. He lives down near the sea where one day I almost ran into the leader of the goat-gang on the beach. Even though he looks so fierce with his huge horns and long shaggy coat he was quite shy and had disappeared by the time I got out my camera.
Cleaning the greens. Three times they are dunked in fresh water or until the rinse water is clear with no dirt in the bottom of the bowl. With the first rinse it is also best to add a little vinegar. Some say the vinegar helps the dirt fall off the leaves, others that it kills any little bugs clinging on for dear life. Whatever the reason it sounds to me like a good idea.
Sunday
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I am glad that the children's charity that Justin Welby said he was giving
to have rejected his money on the basis that he is a hypocrite. You don't
s...
This is not it...
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Yesterday, for dessert after his birthday dinner of *steak au poivre,
frites, et salade,* Walt made a *tarte aux pommes*. But this is not it.
This is one h...
Christmas music #20 :
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The electrician returns with the replacement BMW battery charging unit. To
his irritation - and ours - the new one doesn't work either. Looks like we
wil...
That Annual Letter!
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Dear Santa,
It's been a pretty horrible year, so I hope you're going to be kind to me.
After our French burglary, my mobility problems, and our recent ...
This is Kaikoura Coast.
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East coast of the upper part of the South Island (Te Waipounamu) is
mountainous and has Kaikoura as its main town.
Before whale watching Kaikoura was just ...
Dobby
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No. Not the free elf
My Christmas present
Dobby the donkey
He’s only a baby. Weaned a few weeks ago.
He’s a miniature so he won’t grow huge
The ...
WILL WE GET A FIRM OFFER SEALED?
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*Well here we are, another day of being on tender hooks!*
*Will we get an acceptable offer sealed today? Or will 'they' dick us
around some more, and...
Nige
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Me and Nige when I had brown not gray hair
It's Saturday morning and I'm posting minutes after leavingLiverpool for
home.
I'm meeting *Nigel* a gay bes...
PRE CHRISTMAS MARKET
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Woke about 5 a.m. as usual for this time of year and got straight up and
out to the Growers' Market to beat the crowds.
It was pleasant. We bought everyth...
Red color
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A screenshot of my iPhone. It's three forty-four. At night. All the places
where the alarm sounded are colored red.
The Houthis in Yemen are still very...
Farewell My Friends
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After blogging for nearly six years, I have decided to retire. Blogging
filled an empty spot in my life after losing my husband, but that has
changed...
Keeping Warm Christmas Presents.
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We went for a saunter around Aldi the other day. This is what J bought me
for Christmas:
A one size Ladies/Men Hooded Blanket. Twelve Euros in a cheap ...
Yuletide
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I've been seeing alot of Christmas trees lately. These ones above and below
were seen at Christchurch airport when we were there 2 weeks ago.
And t...
St James church, Kerikeri
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Bells of naval vessels were sometimes unhooked from the ship, upturned and
used as christening fonts. A crew member who became a parent could ask the ...
Books 39-44
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The Bone Hacker by Kathy Reichs
Forensic anthropologist Temperance Brennan who, following a series of
bizarre disappearances on the islands of Turks an...
Back
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We went away for a week to a sunnier climate. It was nice, a place we had
been to in 2008, and not a whole lot has changed. Our time there was fine,
and...
Mangawhai Wharf
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Mangawhai Wharf about 1927 showing the shed where incoming and outgoing
goods were checked - Mangawhai Museum.
In 1880 finance was made available for a w...
Japandi Bedroom Makeover
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*Do you want a break from politics and British summer weather? Read on...*
“Another mural? Are you pulling my leg?”
Colin was back last month to decor...
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 ...
Professing !
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Actual professing.
There are times when every learned person has the duty of stepping up to
the line and of explaining the intricacies of life from the...
Internal Garden Monologue
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If you had told me 5 years ago, I would be sitting in a house, at a table
over looking a front garden in Scotland, I would have laughed my socks
off. I...
A Note of Sadness
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One of the problems about getting so involved with these m/s recipe books
is that I feel as though I almost know the women who wrote them. I can see
how th...
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