Five Men, Five Medals and a Gun,
In the small town of Chepstow where I grew up there is of course a cenotaph, it’s fairly typical, a large obelisk on a square granite plinth bearing the names, listed in alphabetical order with rank and service identified.
During this spell of early Spring sunshine, the Jani are developing the amenities here in the wild, wild woods. A previous occupant (fl. 1970) erected a carport within full sight of the kitchen – presumably to enable his wife to admire the vehicle while he was out doing his game-keeper thing.
We by contrast have consigned the car to the barn where it spends its time communing with the ride-on mower and the bikes, while we are recycling the carport to create a (cough) pergola (or is it a bower?) and a green oasis for thirsty gardeners. Imagine it later this Summer with sweet peas and tomatoes framed by climbing roses. Just now it looks like this: Read more…
I think we have covered just about every theme over the last few years so this month’s challenge is sites, or sights: holidays, day trips or local, ancient or modern!
This is a very old castle site – architect William the Conqueror:
Entries by 21st May please!
Another crude usage from Labour:
‘Debate me!’ quoth he, addressing the people’s favourite, Cameron, who’d refused to join in a tv head2head…,,,
What is he on?
Yes, I know it’s rotten awful late but I have been busy with boat stuff, getting ready for Spring takes longer every year.
As for the pictures all three were good but I will always give extra points for wildlife shots (very hard to get a good shot of wild things, young kids and babies included). So between Janus and Ara as finalists, sorry OZ that boar on the hoof may have made it.
Raptors are favorites of mine (you may have noticed) so I will give Araminta the edge this time, the hawk was very special and that kind of opportunity comes along so rarely it makes it that much harder to take advantage and frame the scene.
Well done Ara, worthy of National Geographic.
Departing Luxembourg improved my mood immediately. After the abject disaster of the past 9 months, getting on with it was a relief. Strangely, the skies over London agreed with me. My flight actually landed at the scheduled time and I crossed the UK border smoothly. I also didn’t manage to get lost once travelling to Bayswater. My hotel in London was adequate, if Spartan. I stayed at the Latvian Guesthouse on Queensborough Terrace. The room was tiny but clean and the service was competent, if inconsistently polite. The younger Latvian staff were courteous and helpful almost to a fault. The manager, in her fifties, betrayed a Soviet upbringing in her demeanour. Their breakfast was also adequate. A kindly older Latvian woman prepared full English breakfasts at no additional cost.