The hotel is up for sale
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A large flag pole has gone up outside the hotel that Donald Trump once
tried to buy. It wasn't there last week. Perhaps it's a sign that some
truly impor...
Dans la rue à Collonges-la-Rouge
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Collonges-la-Rouge, built of red sandstone, was founded in the 8th century,
and some think that it might have been a Roman colony before that time.
Here...
Bolt-hole
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It seems a very long time ago since I bought this cottage (1978-ish?). At
the time it was just a one room, derelict, roofless, floorless, ancient
stone ...
ANOTHER RUNNER, ANOTHER WALK
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*Another 'normal' day around here.*
*I am going to work in Crabby Quarters this morning, making another runner
top.*
*ABOVE: This is the first one I w...
Nepotism
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This post is purely a big up for my great niece Elisha who has her own
ceramic business after moving up to the north from London.
Her items are restfull...
One of those days
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you know the day. You start to do one thing, then on your way to get
something
Or the washing machine calls. You get side tracked and start another thi...
Blue Fog, Feijoa, Swimming Pool & a Mail Boat Ride
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We have had some strange blue fog effects this week... truly, that isn't
sky you can see through those lower blue patches..
My entire feijoa crop fits in...
Time Marches On
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We've been blessed with glorious weather these past few days, sunshine and
low-humidity, the two together, are rare as hen's teeth in these southern
part...
SOLAR POWER
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Four weeks ago we got a quote for the installation of solar panels and
decided to go ahead with it. For the first three weeks there seemed to be
a lot of ...
Happy Mother's Day
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I couldn't imagine my life without these two. This picture is from a
family holiday we took last January.
When life gets stressful, or down, or I just...
Garden adventures.......
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As you can see from this photo, my hollyhocks are blooming already. This
must be the earliest I've ever seen. I attribute it to our very warm
March. I...
In the meantime
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After the adrenaline of the survival instinct in wartime, the adrenaline
of fear and distress subsides, there is a phenomenon that I hear about from
man...
Books 31-36
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Tango one by Stephen Leather
In different parts of London, three recruits prepare for their first day at
the Metropolitan Police's training centre at H...
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'...
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 ...
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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