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March 05, 2026

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Yesterday we contributed to island economy by attending a 'flower show' and craft stalls event with 'food stalls' that turned out to be a sausage sizzle and some iced biscuits. I'm not talking it down - I remember events like this in the village hall of our youth (Morven in South Canterbury): displays of garden produce, flower arrangements, baking and preserves, artwork, and various textile crafts like knitting and sewing. With a total island population of around 600 (and taking into account a generational move away from handcrafted clothing, or gentle arts like flower arranging) the diversity of entries is perhaps not as great as we drew to the village hall in Morven in the 1960s. Community events like that are as important for the gathering and contact as they are for the displays themselves. Our host invited us. We found them there and realized as they chatted how island communities are inter-related (even though all move to NZ in their teens for schooling tha...

Peasgood's Nonsuch

On our return from Chathams we had a day at Bro's place to sort out the transport of Mr B’s motorbike. Bro has an extensive garden and orchard from which I scavenged a bucketful of Black Doris plums (still clinging right at the top of the tree). I'd no sooner stowed those in the van when Bro pointed out the tree of cooking apples and said "take those with you. I still have some in jars from a couple of years ago." Peasgood's Nonsuch They are huge. Fortunately it's a small tree and birds had feasted on a few fruits so I only had 15 or so to carry away. They turn to fluff when heated gently. I have stowed most of the fluff in yoghurt pots in the freezer - to use in my porridge over winter - and put a few apples, with some of the excess ripe tomatoes we returned to, into a chutney. Bro also unloaded a 45 litre bag of walnuts (in shell) and 60 litres of hazelnuts (also unshelled) onto us. They were last year's harvest. No one at his home fancies the task of ...

Home Alone

Morning routine goes: wake F about 0530, regularly remind her to get up until she does at about 0630. She feeds me then (washes the bowl from last night's meal which I'd saved to snack on during the night - when its cooler - and refills it with breakfast). She sweeps up the dust angels on the balcony while I address my ablutions, then she waters the plants, and, if I'm lucky, she reaches outside the balcony railing and fetches me some of that weed. F prepares meals for the cousins downstairs: Leftie needs his turned into soup, another eats only biscuits, .... She delivers the catfood orders on her way to go swimming. I watch her do a couple of laps of the bay (just to make sure she doesn't cheat), lose sight of her as she heads back into the corner and then watch to see if she brings any bags of rubbish up the stairs on her return. Sometimes she gets stopped at the garden, between sea and home, by a human who wants to discuss flowers, or a cat that needs to express ...

even more hot and vacuum cleaning the cat

F is sitting in the corner of the lounge with the door open and a slight breeze wafts in from time to time. It's clammy. I have moved indoors and slumped beside her chair. How many weekends in a row is this now when we just kind of shut ourselves indoors and make like vegetables to survive the heat? Vegetables would quickly wilt in this. Even one of Nobby's bogs could have its attractions on a day like this (possibly more for my human than this particular feline....) F did some sewing. That is low energy expenditure stuff, but even then she complained she was dripping sweat on things. Yuck. We cats only sweat from our paws. Tried emailing friends on the other side of the planet, but need to be careful what we say. They are probably dressed in layers and huffing on their mittens. Some photo archiving. F will have to give her phone back to her work soon, so she needs to save the photos on other storage devices. Most photos are of me - ...

Light at the End of the Tunnel

In the years that we lived in UK I got the ride in the car from time to time. We would go down the drive and turn left and left.... That way we would go to Hayling Island (about 10 miles - 16 km) Or we would go to Chichester (about 20miles /32km) Or Mr B and I would go to the railway station to pick up F on a Friday night Sometimes we went right at the bottom of the drive and took some Hampshire backroads to Chichester - but it was still about 20 miles, just considerably more scenic. One day about 3 and half years ago we went left right at the bottom of the drive and I knew immediately that we were going the wrong way. I studied the houses, the signs at the intersections, the roundabouts, the services stations - all new but I might need references for getting back. Up until then I knew exactly when we were approaching home but we were in scary new territory now. After a while I was on information overload and decided the best thing would be to sleep, on F's knees....

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