Memories of summers past
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It was the summer of 2003 and we had just arrived in Saint-Aignan. We were
trying to do a lot of work and get completely moved into our new house
before ...
On the Nature of Daylight
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I’ve delivered most of the village Christmas cards today
Lots of walks up to postboxes and to doorways decorated with wreaths and
ribbons.
With the sky tur...
ANOTHER DAY OF SEWING AHEAD OF ME
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*Today I plan on stitching up another Blue Wave Runner.*
*Makes me laugh as we probably won't sell any of these new ones on Saturday
... cos it's suppo...
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 ...
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...
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...
Now, stop it, just stop it Linda!
ReplyDeleteFrom a cool, wet and windy place in the far north .....
It's blowing a gale where we are now . But not cool or wet. Sorry 😐
Delete😎 It's alright for some. Imagine being able to go the beach everyday and the sun is always shining?
ReplyDeleteThe sun is shining that's for sure. Thank goodness it hasn't got that fierce heat it had a few weeks ago. The water is cool . But not too cool
DeleteSaronic Gulf has so much to recommend it in any season.
ReplyDeleteI love those winter sands where no foot has trodden .
DeleteBlue skies even in winter.
ReplyDeleteThere is just something about a deserted beach. Bliss
Blue skies and a still blue sea. Peaceful
DeleteIt looks so beautiful!
ReplyDeleteIn winter it is. Summer it's just noisy
DeleteEmpty beaches are my idea of heaven.
ReplyDeleteMine too !!
DeleteBeautiful beach photos.
ReplyDeleteIt's a nice Sandy beach. Not many on the island. Some are stoney
DeleteOur beach here will now be very different from a couple of weeks ago. Fur coats instead of bikinis.
ReplyDeleteIt should be warm enough for short sleeves till November here
DeleteBeautiful and serene.
ReplyDelete~Jo
The winter beaches are lovely . Summer beaches are full of life
DeleteYou're so fortunate to live so near, it's lovely feeling the sand between the toes.
ReplyDeleteAnd dip toes in the water, no matter how cold
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