Late night studying
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This morning the bay is full of offshore support vessels sheltering from
the strong northerly winds. At some point in the night the wind started to
play ...
Planting The Winter Onions At Last!
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An old washing machine drum I repurposed and filled with well rotted fym
and soil and planted my newly bought Japanese winter onion sets. I
normally pla...
Lamb, beans, and chard
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This is the 3 lb. de-boned, rolled, and tied lamb shoulder that the butcher
in Saint-Aignan prepared for us.
It was expensive at 50 euros but it was delicio...
A little bit of everything
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yesterday we had a wonderfull morning catch up with most of our swimming
group.
It was a much better catch up as we were in a home instead of the pub....
High Speed Artist (1966)
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When I lived in London back in the second half of the 60's, I met lots of
very interesting people. One of the most extraordinary was this man below,
Lione...
LET'S FINISH THAT FREAKIN RUNNER TODAY
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*You already know what I'm doing today eh?*
*I am going to finish the latest runner of course. I only have to make the
binding and stitch it on.*
*The...
Xmas Tree
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Roger’s haircut ( Weaver sitting pissed off in background)
*Roger *had a haircut today.
*Mary *is going bald so needs no trim as yet .
I’ve got group supe...
Too much excitement
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Our days are usually very quiet and, frankly rather dull. But I don't mind
at all, really. Some days require me to venture outside--to the doctor's
offi...
Overcast
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Much of November so far here has been overcast with the odd sunny day but
mostly cloudy with showers of rain - so not very interesting for example
tod...
Thanksgiving Blessings
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Count your blessings instead of your crosses;
Count your gains instead of your losses.
Count your joys instead of your woes;
Count your friends instead ...
Books 20-24
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Past Transgressions by Dave Sinclair
Retired spy. Trained killing machine. Pacifist.
Retired MI6 spy Mason Nash moved to a sleepy English town so he cou...
Another gorgeous fall day here......
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Another beautiful sunset ~ the real thing was so much better, but this
isn't too bad.
Where does the day go? I was doing the "this and that" cleaning...
Fiddleheads
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No rest for the wicked... I must have been particularly evil this last week
or two. My word it has seemed busy...
Bro and SiL came by last weekend in thei...
Far from here
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Facebook sends me videos of people filming in Ukraine. I don't know why,
but I click follow on every one of them because it interests me a lot. The
vide...
Quince, Life, and Puppy Dog Tales
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The season of mellow mists inevitably means that I suddenly have a deep
desire to store food in the form of jams, pickles and syrups. It also
means that...
Aug. 10, 2025
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In all this heat, I’m still working on perennial/ shrub beds. This will be
a quick post, but for those of you who do your own gardening and end up ...
Friday prayers
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Look at sales figures, origins, annual reports, statements from company
chairmen; become armchair investors and see what you would do yourself,
annual ...
Aoteaora's first Maori police woman
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Evelyn Mete Kingi was born Evelyn Owen in Moerewa and has been described as
a woman of resilience and character.
She was born in 1922 and joined the thir...
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...
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...