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.
A Quickie
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I’m not sure what I want to make right now.
But I do need something to keep me busy and out of the kitchen.
It’s too hot to be outside, so no joy ther...
I Will Not Forget You (From "Testament of Youth")
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Today I spent half an hour , sat still and silent next to a hospital bed.
The door was open so I could see people stepping quietly by
This music was playing...
REST DAY
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*After yesterday's big effort, I'm having a day of rest.*
*NOT that I really want to do nothing, but I can't paint today.*
*The weather is supposed to...
Summer highlights
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One of our neighbours has a big plum tree that overhangs on my property so
every Summer we shake the tree and gather the plums that fall down, this
ye...
Purple dawn
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A wonderful purple sunrise. For a while the sand turns lilac. The colours
last for all of two minutes before shading back to something more mundane.
The ...
It's my turn
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I'm taking a sick day today, just like Walt did yesterday. He's still
sleeping at this hour, so I don't know what he'll be able to do today. I
think he fee...
Sunday Pub' Lunch
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Yesterday we visited one of my favourite Sussex Pubs, which just happens to
be situated in one of the most beautiful villages on the north side of The
D...
MORRIS DANCERS
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I realised that the Morris Dancers visiting Whangarei at the weekend were
from all over New Zealand but not that they were also from more than one
part of...
Wintering
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I'm beginning to get cabin fever, and just as slightly warmer temperatures
arrive, an entire new weather system is headed our way.
More snow, and sadly c...
Potting On The Perennials Cuttings
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I started potting on twenty Osteospermums cuttings today.
I took them in Autumn and placed them in small plant pots with a very sandy
medium mix.
Today...
Le Brio and La voiture
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A film tip for Amazon Prime viewers, *Le Brio, *if you don't mind French
with English subtitles or perhaps you speak fluent French and can watch it
with...
Nature Friday
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Bit late - apologies Rosie. I did capture some Lilies for you this week.
It's a great pity I can't also send you the intoxicating scent.
Not far from us...
Our nights
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These are the chocolate eggs I bought today at the little store here that
has everything. I'll put every two eggs in a bag, and I hope I don't forget
the...
Saturday Night Fun-Not!!
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I'd been having weird pains in my collarbone and jaw in the early evening.
About 10pm things kind of sky rocketed. I couldn't get a deep breath, my
u...
Happy Anniversary to us, and to Peg and Rick :-)
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Our anniversary (the first one, lol) is Dec. 1. We rarely remember it. It
occurred to me a week later, and Romeo didn't even recall when I mentioned
...
Huinga Tunnel
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Access to the end of Raupuha Road was not possible until 1883, when the
Huinga tunnel was driven, following a trial drive. Not much is known about ...
RIP Mr John Kerr
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REHIA SETTLER DROWNED - Auckland Star Volume 55, Issue 82, 5 April 1924,
Page 11
(Back in 1924 there was a terrible flood in Dargaville.) So far there ha...
December 23, 2024
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This will be a great big post with probably not another one for a few
weeks, so get comfy…
It took about three to four weeks for the plague to leave ...
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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