Reflections in, on and round about…with a lot of cooking on the side
Stories that don’t fit elsewhere and add to the rich fabric of life….
In April 2019, a bunch on Hive, the crypto blogging platorm on which I play, launched a monthly competition with a theme. We then choose our top 3 within that theme, and explain why we've chosen them. There is the chance of winning something, but that's not why I participate. In the first two, I … Continue reading Television? After school? Never!
Gale force winds are not unusual in South Africa, especially the Western Cape coastline, and into the Eastern Cape. These winds are a feature of summer and winter, with the winter storms accounting for the Cape's original appellation as the Cape of Storms. We've had more than our fair share this year and wind, in … Continue reading When the dog barked
The colours of the dripping Acacia gum are beautiful. It forms the most magnificent stalactites that deposit resin onto mounds of wannabe stalagmites on the ground below. Unless you are looking for them, though, gummy the piles are well camouflaged and easy to miss.
It often amazes me how out of things seemingly unsightly, dull and ugly, beauty emerges.
Sometimes life overtakes us. So it has been for me in the last ten days.
This week, had he still been around, we'd be celebrating my father's eighty-seventh birthday. This week, had he still been around, we'd be celebrating my father's eighty-seventh birthday. Dad_Beer_70 Dad enjoying his favourite tipple, (warm) beer on his 70th birthday. He was born at home, in Auldburn Road, Glasgow, the fifth of five children.
There is something magic about a clear night sky, the moon and stars.
I love trees, and trees are central to so many things in our lives, from paper to picnics. They bring people together and drive them apart.
February is a significant month: I first published on Fiona's Favourites this month, two years ago. So after browsing through the photographs of my 1999 trip to Spain, for my last post, and thinking about time, I thought it useful to look back on what was, in some ways, was a rite of passage for me.
In 40°C+ (100°F+) heat, winter cold is hard to contemplate. I hate winter. The flowers are the best thing about it, especially as they are at their best when the weather's the coldest and just before spring.