Grass
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C'mon, let's go walking
Toi toi - native grass
Some kind of mold or very flat lichen the develops on bare clay surfaces -
like the track - and ki...
Christmas song #14
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The Post Office is busy. We've bought half a dozen *Views of Scotland 2026*
calendars and are shipping them off to the Arizonans we met on our
Norwegian ...
Clouds, clouds, clouds
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We are suposed to have another cloudy day today, with little to no rain.
Accuweather says to expect low clouds. It sounds pretty grim. I have to
keep reme...
Bottoms everywhere!
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Sussex (The Garden of Eden) has some interesting place names. Above are
just a few.
Peculiar to Sussex is the upside-down nature of certain place nam...
Tough
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Auntie Glad’s daughter emailed me today wanting* Village Elder Islwyn’s *address.
She wanted to thank him for the work he had organised for some of her
...
It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas
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A windy and cold start to our day, the perfect opportunity to finish up the
last of the decorating, and spend the day list-ticking.
I'm grateful for home...
FINISHING OFF TWO BLUE WAVE RUNNERS TODAY
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*I had totally forgotten what happens to my legs/feet over summer.
Particularly when I'm sat sewing for hours on end.*
*Last night I put hair remover...
A day of rest
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after a hectic week I’ve come to a stop
A friend who rang this morning said I sounded terrible, and to just sit.
I’m listening to her.
Yesterday at ...
Not in the clear..........
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You guessed it! Last week I came down with this awful cold. The sneezy,
coughing, blowing your nose every couple of minutes type. I had to take
medi...
THE DECEMBER GARDEN
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A few photos of plants in the garden. Some from today and some from a week
or so ago. Our hairdresser (the lady who introduced us) comes every five
weeks...
Xmas decorations
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Greymouth has 3 main streets in town. On the way home from work at night
I've been stopping to take photos of some of the shop window decorations.
It'...
Different types of dangers
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I discovered something strange. I'm more afraid of heavy rain and storms
than rockets and missiles. Storm Byron is ending its short life here with
us no...
A Birthday Present.
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I reached the grand old age of 62 last Friday. Like that great English
folk singer Sandy Denny once sang:
"Who knows where the time goes?"
I received ...
Don’t wait - Loss
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My oldest brother died yesterday. This was a shock for everyone. He was 72
years old- a character if there ever was one. He hid how much his COPD had
ad...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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