On Monday, I suggested to Elayne that I was thinking that it might be interesting to volunteer to work in a charity shop. I was thinking that I would later in the year, say around late September. Time to give us both a chance to get used to the idea. Elayne went and did herContinue reading “2008 – An unusual Day”
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2004 – The Whistler Room at Mottisfont
The Smoking urn by Rex Whistler, in the Whistler Room at Mottisfont The Whistler Room at Mottisfont Today, I had what I can officially class as an amazing experience of an artist whose talent was truly out of this world, Rex Whistler. The basics are simple and a story in their own right. He wasContinue reading “2004 – The Whistler Room at Mottisfont”
2002 – Writers Flood?
What’s the opposite of writer’s block, where you freeze because you can’t think of anything to write about? Perhaps Writers Flood? You might think the opposite is, well…just write as normal. But, what if there is so much going through your brain that you can’t make up your mind what to write about? In aContinue reading “2002 – Writers Flood?”
1997 – Model railways – More than just trains
I’d like to point you towards a YouTube Channel run by a chap who labels himself as SirDork. He shoots pictures of toys, but in a special kind of way, making scenes involving action. I’d highly recommend that you take a look at his channel:https://www.youtube.com/@sirdork730I’d quite like to do something similar, but I’m not sureContinue reading “1997 – Model railways – More than just trains”
1994 – Substack
Substack is a publishing platform, acting a bit like a blog. But it does do something a bit different in the way that readers can subscribe to newsletters. Now, that is something of an oversimplification but I have to confess that I haven’t got fully to grips with it yet. Why do I want toContinue reading “1994 – Substack”
1992 – Looking at the beach
It’s just gone 1130PM. less than half an hour to midnight, at which point my post counter will either stay is it is, or be reset to 0. Currently, it stands at about 20. I think the most I have ever got to is around 116. Can you imagine my frustration when, at 116, forContinue reading “1992 – Looking at the beach”
1990 – Letter to Steve XII
Dear Steve, If I were in a position to be able to photograph the nest of a harvest mouse, I’d eagerly grab it, obviously without disturbing the occupants. The nests are quite a feat of engineering. I certainly wouldn’t do what Gilbert did, take one indoors and roll it around on the table, apparently withContinue reading “1990 – Letter to Steve XII”
1989 – Taking it easy
I have to confess that I don’t like talking about any ailments that I might have. The one exception to this is if it affects something like going for a walk. Which is what happened to me on Thursday. I’d been for a walk along my usual route, past the Cockle Ponds, along the seaContinue reading “1989 – Taking it easy”
1983 – Letter to Steve XI
Dear Steve, I read through Letter XI, and I confess, I was more than a bit surprised by the first paragraph. Gilbert had acquired a dead falcon. Taking it into his home, he took measurements of it, and looked at its characteristics. That kind of floored me a bit. What could I do that wasContinue reading “1983 – Letter to Steve XI”
1977 – u3a Monday
I call it u3a Monday, because I have a morning and an afternoon session, which always happens on the 4th Monday of the month. The morning session is stargazing. At this group, we gather to talk about what we have all done over the last month, what events are scheduled in the month ahead, andContinue reading “1977 – u3a Monday”
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