To Deltaville, Virginia and on to the Magothy River, Maryland.

Not much to report for Saturday’s efforts, windy rain and thunderstorms, rocking and rolling up the Bay, known water for a change but changeable as a spirited woman (am I still permitted to say things like that?).

I tried to take a picture of the water breaking over the bow, but I could not time it right with all the jumping around that was happening, it is wet down there, right?
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Is it Mothering Sunday?

It did not start well.
Scout woke late (my fault?)and had to get ready to get to school for an event (preparation for Duke of Edinburgh Award). I had forgotten to put the bread maker on last night and flew out of bed in a panic. There was a flurry of activity, entailing me cooking some of that old standby ‘the part-cooked French stick’ from the freezer and packing a ‘kit lunch’ (ham and cheese in a plastic container as the bread was too warm to assemble into a sandwich immediately) while  intermittently calling upstairs to check he was still getting ready. Overnight guest was dispatched home, a bag was thrown together, a few more cross words were exchanged and then the lift arrived. Continue reading “Is it Mothering Sunday?”

Seventh Photo Competition

Rising as always to the bait, and as OZ would say grasping the poison chalice, without (in this case) the joy of success in the previous. I set the bounds of the next as follows.

The subject is HOME (one I am looking forward to after three weeks on the water) anything that evokes it is OK.

To OZ a cave perhaps
To JanH the Somerset levels
To Sipu a palace
To Bravo an aeroplane
To CWJ that castle in Scotland
To Ferret (c’mon try it) a pencil factory on the north
To me a small and gentle creek.

Whatever and wherever it is let’s see it in colour.

No manipulation (cropping allowed)
No time frame, archival footage is OK
Closing April 20 24:00 hrs GMT

Good luck.

Norfolk and Hampton Roads, Virginia, Early Morning

This is yesterday’s post, but I was out of range then, I will post today’s post tomorrow (You get the idea)

We leave Norfolk with a last view of the incongruous, a hokey ferry passing a moored Carrier.

and plunge out into Hampton Roads, a busy maritime thoroughfare.
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Birdlife

Yesterday morning we had two unexpected visitors. I saw them as they hesitantly and delicately came around the patio just outside the dining room – all prettily dressed in fancy feathers and looking as though they expected breakfast. Very different to our usual breakfast visitors, the rooks.

My camera is still missing, so I have borrowed an image for illustrative purposes! Continue reading “Birdlife”

April Creative Writing Competition

Wow! What a start to the weekend and having seen the other entries a bit of a surprise. So many thanks to The Royalist for giving me the ultimate thumbs up and for setting such interesting parameters, I only hope I can follow in such illustrious footsteps.

Now I know there are some techie bits involved in putting this on the proper part of the site but can kind soul prevail please as I have suddenly come under a lot of pressure work wise and will be going like the clappers for a few days.

To the Competition itself. I think it fair to keep the limit of 2000 words in place, this keeps everything nice and tight, tickles the little grey cells and prevents our hard drives filling up with the equivalent of the collected works of Shakespeare. The closing date for entries will be the last day of April. Continue reading “April Creative Writing Competition”

Had to share this – wake up with a smile.

(Except our esteemed patrona and our other antipodeans)

A little boy got on the bus, sat next to a man reading a book and noticed he had his collar on backwards. The little boy asked why he wore his collar that way.

The man, who was a priest, said, “I am a Father.”

The little boy replied, “My daddy doesn’t wear his collar like that.”

The priest looked up from his book and answered, “I am the Father of many.”

The little boy said, “My dad has 4 boys and 4 girls and he doesn’t wear his collar that way.”

The priest, getting impatient, said, “I am the Father of hundreds,” and went back to reading his book.

The little boy sat quietly thinking for awhile, then leaned over and said, “Maybe you should wear your pants backwards instead of your collar.”