Something like thirty years ago, I was on a bus with my grandfather passing The Whitechapel Bell Foundry; he told me a little about the place and promised to take me for a visit when I was older. Three years ago, I bought a ticket for a tour the following year, then forgot to go. …
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Dead.
Dead; not my corner of the internet – this is just pining for the fjords, but my poor walking boots. A couple of thousand miles. Five countries. Three-and-a-bit years. Three mountain ranges. Two continents. One dead pair of walking boots. Spending the Royal Wedding bank holiday wandering around the Scottish Highlands including Ben Nevis finally …
Dandelion wine – or – That was Easter Monday
Making dandelion wine is a messy business; First you have to collect ~400 grams of flowers, then you have to separate out the petals: Then boil them all up with sugar, raisins and some orange peel: And then hope it ferments into something nice. Fingers crossed, that in six months to a year, we’ll have …
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Something’s crawling in my hair.
It’s a flying ant day here in London. The parks and pavements have been covered in large, brownish, winged & wingless females looking for somewhere to start a new colony. Winged garden ant female after nuptial flight. Wingless female garden ant, after nuptial flight. Stubs of wings visible on second body segment. Some of the …
If this is February, this must be Athens
The Parthenon: Changing the guard – High kicks are a Must: