A quiet town.
-
The view from the street outside the hotel can't have changed much in five
hundred years. There is something rather special about York. Life in some
cath...
Then and now
-
Our Barn in 2023, the day before before we sold it.
The Barn two weeks ago in 2026.
I don't wish to tell people how they should live their lives, but...
CRAFT GROUP TODAY
-
*I'm heading down to Graft Group today... where I have no issues with
anyone, thank goodness.*
*I am looking forward to sewing with Mc Dreamy down ther...
Fish Finger Butty
-
A fishfinger bap, smothered in tartar sauce and coffee for lunch. I met
one of my friends from my old counselling course today. She hurled herself
into...
Who turned winter back on?
-
After many days if warm sunshine. It has turned cold again.
The wind is coming from the south. For us that means it’s coming straight
of the Antarct...
Returning
-
The Morning Glories have made an appearance.
This Grandpa Ott variety, returns year after year, without any help from
the gardener.
The vines wrap their t...
Issues with Blogger
-
I can’t be the only one who has realized this but I sometimes like to put
it out there and see if others want to add anything. My reading list has
been ...
Where to start?...
-
After watching Ben Shelton play against Carlos Alcarez and winning, and
against Frances Diafoe and winning, I figured that he could take the US
Open. ...
Happy New Year to all of us.
-
Tomorrow is our New Year's Eve. In previous years there was always
excitement in the air. As if something good was about to happen, lots of
good hopes a...
Progress, I think
-
Yesterday at noontime I had the scheduled meeting with my French
ophtalmologist over in Montrichard, 10 miles downriver from Saint-Aignan.
It went well f...
Third
-
For some reason I'm unable to get comments to publish on other blogs.
Blogger glitch of some kind perhaps.... Why are these things never
universal? Some...
it's time to go
-
I have had a lot of fun letting you know how I feel about my new home of
New Zealand. I hope you have enjoyed my journey, too.
My health is not the best...
BRIGHTON
-
In our local paper this morning was this photo of Falmer pond. It said it
was in Sussex so I did a google search to see where Falmer is as I was
brought u...
Multi Tasking
-
There was a storm this afternoon - thunder, lightening, very, very
frightening. Unable to get outside to do any gardening I decided to use
the time to d...
Books 1-7
-
Bloody River Blues by Jeffery Deaver
Well, that wasn't a good start to the year! I read 125 pages (which was
more than a third of the book) and I just c...
Xmas decorations
-
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.
-
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
-
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
-
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
-
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
-
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...
Catching up!
-
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 !
-
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
-
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
-
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...
That is lovely. So much better than our thunderstorms here!
ReplyDeleteThe heat was revving up but we have a break this week. No storms here
DeleteLovely view at any time of day.
ReplyDeleteThe roof terrace is wonderful. Not so much the spiral staircase
DeleteWhat a wonderful way to spend your evening.
ReplyDeleteThe full moon looks stunning on the water
It used to be our home and we spent a lot of summer evenings up there. Wonderful
DeleteThis comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful selection of photos. What a great spot to spend an evening.
ReplyDeleteFrom the roof you can see all the harbour and the hills opposite. It's magical
DeleteWonderful pictures.
ReplyDeleteEveryone knows they have to take photos for me.
DeleteWow! I love the wine glass photo. They are all wonderful photos.
ReplyDeleteThat was my daughter's artistic streak...after a glass of 2 of Sauv blanc
DeleteGlorious photographs of a beautiful evening.
ReplyDeleteThese cooler summer evenings are heaven. Pity we have to endure July and August
DeleteLoving those long Summer days.
ReplyDeleteI'm enjoying these days. Not looking forward to the heatwaves to come
DeleteYou must be so happy to live in such a beautiful place. As usual, I am envious.
ReplyDeleteIt's a great place to live.
DeleteBeautiful photos, sitting here on a cold windy rainy days makes them all the more attractive!
ReplyDeleteWhat a view you have!
ReplyDeleteIt's fantastic. The whole harbour and a lot of the town is strung out below
Delete