A dull, wet day today. This is looking south down the road through the woods – about half a kilometer to the lane. The majestic magnolia is now almost in leaf and the rhododendra and lilac are showing nicely, with the buddleia struggling so far. Please note remains of mole hills and the mysterious stone semi-circle to left. Read more…
A friend of ours who works for a tow truck company decided to fill his time waiting for an accident to happen by sending his pals updates on traffic and other important traffic info. By other important info I mean the really important stuff, you know? Like where the speed cameras and road blocks are.
He also considers himself a bit of a comedian, here’s a sample from recent broadcasts… Read more…
Thank you, Araminta, for the chance to judge this photography competition. As the deadline has now passed it is time to announce the results.
Araminta’s picture of a tea pot was a good way to start the competition. My intense addiction to caffeine made my sympathetic to this entry.
FEEG’s two entries were welcome additions, although I must concur with Christina that there is little normal or regular about Washington, DC. If you’re interested I can put you into contact with someone who is an expert on the US Civil War.
LW: thank you for the picture of the boat. The comment about scraping barnacles off the bottom gave me a chuckle. I often spend hours and hours at my computer researching and writing reports.
OZ: your picture made me a bit hungry. Well done.
The winner of this competition is Soutie for his pictures of the vegetable seller and the road to Cape Town. Both captured the spirit of the theme perfectly.
There is a short article in DT by Jane Shilling about the Britons’ love of living in cul-de-sacs and it brought back memories of my childhood in a “no through road” in Aberdeen. It was unfortunately not signposted as such, so we did occasionally get lost motorists, who then had to do a three or more point turn in a very steep and steeply cambered street. Entertaining to watch, as were all the learner drivers brought to practise in this particular purgatory. I don’t think the milkman’s horse was too keen on it either, though he was regularly rewarded. Taxis used to refuse to come down it in snowy weather.
But the best point of our cul de sac was that it ended in an entrance to a park, “our” park.
At that time there was no conservatory or greenhouse in the park and not many visitors, but there was a small eminence that had been designed to look like a grotto and planted with rhodedendrons and other sizeable shrubs and which was ideal for childrens’ games. We were in ignorance of the fountain’s history, but it was great for paddling in the summer. This was our playground and we didn’t bother the neighbours. Very few children from other nearby streets ever came to it, so it was definitely “ours” and our parents knew we were safe there.
Now I live in another cul-de-sac and the driving instructors still bring their pupils to practice three point turns, but there is no camber to speak of and the entertainment is not the same.
They never quite look the same with the roof on, do they?
What is it they say? Death, divorce and dimissal cause most stress and turmoil? Well, just add Disruption by Removal!
When we arrived on 6th May, all but our beds and a few essentials went into the barn – fifty boxes included! And since then we have slowly reclaimed the house room-by-room from the crew who have been re-laying floors, refitting the bathroom and installing new bits of pumbing and wiring for the kitchen appliances. It was all supposed to be done before we arrived but the best laid plans of mice and men…. The main thing is we’re more than happy with the result – a spacious, comfortable farmhouse away from the madding crowd.
And tomorrow we’re promised the arrival of this little puppy: