tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69953133069973529402026-04-13T11:50:02.251+01:00A Changing LifeThe trailing offspring became a trailing spouse - and life keeps changingA.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.comBlogger1091125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-74152816027726514222014-05-21T19:42:00.001+01:002014-05-21T19:45:40.949+01:00Canterbury film trailer
I will come back to blogging here at some point but not just yet. In the meantime, the people who produced this film asked to used some of my photos. One of them is in this trailer.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4CoHHeLi0bY&feature=youtu.beA.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-55933168851011934172014-02-20T19:14:00.000+00:002014-02-20T19:15:25.639+00:00Sea defences at Deal
Yesterday I went for a walk...
...following the footpath that runs alongside the golf course. In fact it really looks lovely these days even if the golfers probably don't appreciate the new water hazards. They don't appreciate walkers either.
We really have been very lucky in this area not to have had more trouble over this winter. We did have a huge tidal surge in A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-52170895813170075722013-08-25T19:42:00.001+01:002013-08-25T19:47:04.932+01:00Breaking the silence
Yes, I did manage to leave the splendours of Canada, and I did take large numbers of photos but I have been silent because life has become ... let's say "full" ... ever since I returned.
A day or two after I returned, work started on my bathroom. Why I thought I would have recovered from jetlag within a day or two I really don't know. I never believed anybody's stories of only A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-45655706170664404922013-06-03T22:38:00.001+01:002013-06-03T22:38:45.048+01:00Wrecks on the Goodwin Sands
I've mentioned before about the wrecks on the Goodwins but I was then referring to the wrecks of all sorts of ships. Relatively recently they found the wreck of a Dornier 17 bomber which came down during the Battle of Britain in 1940, and for the last month or so divers have been attempting to salvage it.
The idea was to surround the plane with a cradle to raise it gently from the A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com9Goodwin Sands, United Kingdom51.2333333 1.583333300000049330.7051828 -39.72526069999995 71.7614838 42.891927300000049tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-75499570457162425952013-05-27T22:54:00.000+01:002013-05-27T22:54:57.570+01:00The sun has got his hat onOn Saturday the sun shone and the crowds came out.
I could see traffic jams and elderly buses from the back window.
And people doing cartwheels along the front.
So I had to follow and find out what was happening.
Cars were happening. All sorts of cars:
Police cars
And Porsches
And bubble cars
And mail vans
And we had celebrities:
And plenty to eat.
A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-2727325844664149552013-05-04T22:34:00.000+01:002013-05-05T00:34:42.896+01:00Under an upside down boatIn the centre of Bourges in France you can find the building known as Palais Jacques Coeur which was built in the mid 15th century as a "grand maison", just a larger than normal residence. The word "palais" or palace started to be used in about 1820 when the royal courts of justice moved in. Unfortunately Jacques Coeur never saw the building completed, and it passed from owner to owner until A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com5Bourges, France47.081012 2.398781999999982946.9079975 2.0760584999999829 47.2540265 2.7215054999999828tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-35780074249553163992013-04-29T22:25:00.002+01:002013-04-29T22:25:41.961+01:00A whole month
I don't believe I have a proper excuse. I had to go back to France to see to the house and that was a problem, a hurdle that seemed to grow larger with each day that passed. In the event, it wasn't as distressing as I expected, I think because the house has happy memories going back all the 10 years since we first looked at the ruin it then was and decided it was our dream home.
A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-84280772819251148122013-03-17T16:04:00.002+00:002013-03-17T16:04:27.218+00:00Food for St Patrick's Day
When I was a child in Ireland we traditionally had colcannon and boiled bacon on 17 March, St Patrick's Day. Both could be eaten throughout the year but they were our special St Patrick's Day treat.
Colcannon is a dish made from potatoes and kale or cabbage, plus a few other ingredients. For St Patrick's Day my grandmother would hide a thimble, or more usually for us, a threepennyA.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-84296920952020213362013-03-16T21:27:00.001+00:002013-03-18T18:05:39.352+00:00Footprints in my mind
I really can't believe that it was four years ago when I took this photo one morning in Monaco as the sun shone over the Mediterranean Sea. Not exactly sunrise, but close.
Shortly afterwards I went for a walk along the sea front and came across the Champions Promenade. Footprints of the stars, I supposed, judging by the little logo on the right.
I didn't know what it A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com7Monaco43.737410999999987 7.420816000000058943.691521499999986 7.3401350000000587 43.783300499999989 7.5014970000000591tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-31715343864564829252013-03-07T16:45:00.000+00:002013-03-07T16:45:19.391+00:00Mind the gap
My path is clear again! For the last several months the footpath along this part of the sea front has been entirely closed while they finished off the seawall and resurfaced the path. I can't tell you how aggravating it is to have to cross to the other side of the road, and then cross all the little side roads that lead up to the sea. Never mind. It's all over now, A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com3Deal, Kent, UK51.222491 1.4016609999999951.182711 1.32097999999999 51.262271 1.48234199999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-87499712655974601952013-03-04T21:45:00.002+00:002013-03-04T21:54:18.022+00:00Recycling buildingsSo, taking Adullamite's advice (in advance so maybe I'm psychic) I visited Whistable to look at what the sea there had to offer. It must be 3 years since I last made a visit.
This is the sea view towards the Isle of Sheppey.
There isn't much on the Isle of Sheppey worth talking about, I'm told. I may be doing the population of Sheppey a great disservice but I was assured by A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com3Whitstable, Kent, UK51.361047 1.024256000000036751.321379 0.94357500000003669 51.400715 1.1049370000000367tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-75085741292655985062013-02-23T22:11:00.000+00:002013-02-23T22:11:33.572+00:00Upper class cat
Some of these pictures, though not the one above, have been seen before on this blog but it was in the dim and distant past. Bertie is now 7 years old but he still maintains his position at the head of the household, always making sure he has the upper hand.
He's definitely above politics, unless of course it happens to be the upper house...
But he's not above trying to make A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-29790835178047907612013-02-21T18:55:00.000+00:002013-02-23T00:04:11.985+00:00The sound of shingle
From Conan Doyle's poem:
Her cheek was wet with North Sea spray,We walked where tide and shingle meet;The long waves rolled from far awayTo purr in ripples at our feet.And as we walked it seemed to meThat three old friends had met that day,The old, old sky, the old, old sea,And love, which is as old as they.
As seen on Britishspeak
In a gale I went to "where tide and shingle meet", a goingA.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-4355155156333795172013-02-02T21:45:00.000+00:002013-02-03T20:23:10.675+00:00A viewI've so often shown the view from my own window, out over the sea to France, that I'm becoming bored with it. So I thought I'd show the view from the place where my parents used to live. It's a view over the sea again, but across the cliff top.
This is the view my parents used to be able to see from their window when they lived here. Today the sky was blue and daubed with A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com9St Margarets Bay, Kent CT15, UK51.1506492 1.378498199999967325.628614699999996 -39.930095800000032 76.6726837 42.687092199999967tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-53276987811786495352013-01-26T17:08:00.002+00:002013-01-26T17:08:57.317+00:00Knitted architecureThese themes seemed to be an impossible mission until I remembered my neighbour, the castle.
Not only is it a good example of the architecture used by the 16th century builders of henry VIII's fortifications, but it also has examples of the method used to strengthen the mortar between the stones, in many cases taken from religious houses destroyed during the dissolution of the monasteries.&A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-16723414412525038132013-01-22T16:19:00.000+00:002013-01-22T16:19:22.750+00:00Before the snow... which is still with us, by the way, I decided to go in search of a cup of coffee on the pier. I made the decision when the sun was shining but that didn't last too long. The pier is long but the call of home-made cakes is strong so I set off at a goodly pace along the beach even though the sun was rapidly disappearing.
There was plenty of interest to see along the way: rough A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-81998934941127570422013-01-19T17:38:00.000+00:002013-01-19T17:38:28.493+00:00Safe havens with touches of yellow
You would think this yellow French letterbox would be a safe have for all your mail, but at times it isn't so safe. I took the photo because it's an old style of letterbox, one you don't see around as often these days, but later I read the black label above it. It marks the level of the flood on 5 October 1960. There must have been some very soggy post that day.
A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-41976922278453954042013-01-16T20:50:00.000+00:002013-01-19T08:33:34.128+00:00Positive thought Number Two
At least it's pretty. Taken early this morning, just before it started snowing again.A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-71717726822494577042013-01-14T16:47:00.001+00:002013-01-14T16:47:50.087+00:00Positive thought Number One
There may be snow on the beach (again!) but spring will eventually arrive.A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-43587804810759261212013-01-12T20:58:00.004+00:002013-01-12T20:59:46.364+00:00Celebrations in my townOur town seems to celebrate at the drop of a hat. We've just finished the Christmas celebrations...
...but the Christmas parade took place after dark so the pictures were scarce.
Earlier we had fireworks for Guy Fawkes' Day
You can just about make out the pier in the background. It didn't burn down.
There is always a summer carnival and its parade.
These two little A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-43356391869194045162013-01-06T15:01:00.002+00:002013-01-06T23:39:05.312+00:00Adding (a glimpse of me)I thought I would return to photo hunting in the new year of 2013 - but not this week. I didn't think I had anything to fit the themes. I never include myself in photos but then I came across some that included a glimpse.
Some gardens and parks add art, presumably to enhance the view. Sometimes they do, and this sculpture I thought did fit in fairly well, at the Salutation A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-86710903950859338382013-01-03T19:53:00.000+00:002013-01-03T19:53:12.507+00:00Today I met TomYears ago when I was a little girl and my sister was even littler, I used to make her learn things out of books, and then I would test her to see how much she had remembered. She used to get very grumpy so I decided not to go into teaching.
These days she is still littler than I am, as I retain a half inch advantage (in height). She is less grumpy though. The other day there A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-47482997124819211842013-01-01T23:42:00.003+00:002013-01-01T23:42:54.285+00:00Looking back, looking forwardThis time last year I quoted Einstein:
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. ~
Einstein
Really, I couldn't have found anything more apt for this year. The main thing I learnt in 2012 was indeed to live for today, for you never do know what tomorrow will bring. Today would have been my husband's birthday.
I've learnt how good friends are.
Looking back A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-37128251731666337912012-12-31T13:53:00.000+00:002012-12-31T13:55:23.664+00:00A brief moment of sunshine
People came out to take advantage, walking up and down the sea front. It was still pretty windy though not too cold.
The wind brought out the Dads and kites. The butterfly was very successful and fluttered by for a long time but the others made only occasional and brief appearances.
I marched by sister around the castle. I'm not sure how impressed she was. A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04709794851766685322noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995313306997352940.post-67998331925924040372012-12-25T00:47:00.000+00:002012-12-25T00:47:06.755+00:00Peace and goodwill
Remembrance, like a candle, burns brightest at Christmas time. ~ Charles Dickens
Wishing everyone peace this Christmas.
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