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Blue Fog, Feijoa, Swimming Pool & a Mail Boat Ride

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For some reason I'm unable to get comments to publish on other blogs. Blogger glitch of some kind perhaps.... Why are these things never universal? Some suffer, most don't get affected. We are into our third nor'west storm in two weeks. Chinook. It gets wearing. Equinoxial gales? Super El Niño? Scully is on a 3-day sleepover while her family is away at some rubgy event for her older human sister. She's missing her humum but rather keen on the sheepskin I have let her occupy while the wind has us trapped indoors. The build moved on a bit this week... ...and this morning to roofers came out in driving rain to measure up. The plywood shell is 'bracing' (stops racking; diagonal movement of the wooden frames), and will be covered by an outer cladding in due course. Shallots and garlic have pushed up from the earth in the veg garden Tiny fungi bloomed on the track last week - like a blaze of dessicated coconut dashed about Each new exciting fungus only seems to last...

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Tewkesbury is a beautiful smallish town on the western edge of England - where the longest of England's 5 rivers named Avon (Shakespeare's Avon) meets the mighty Severn. (Avon means 'river' by the way.) For centuries Tewkesbury was an inland port, and during England's canal building age (1812 in this case) the navigable Severn got connected to the navigable Avon at Stratford by canal. Why did I choose Tewkesbury? I first heard of Tewkesbury in 2007 when it hit the news as the victim of devastating flooding. Then a couple of years ago I stumbled on the website for the Tewkesbury Medieval Festival. Okay I missed 2023 but my leave is booked for middle of July next year.....I might even work on a suitable costume.... The inspiration for their festival is the 1471 Battle of Tewkesbury , a decisive battle in the Wars of the Roses (another history lesson for Mr B). Here is what Tewkesbury looks like on a normal Sunday in Autumn 2023: (apologies but I took 100s of photos...

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We are on a brief visit to Ashburton - to find some kitchen cupboard 'furniture' (fancy sliding basket things we want to reuse). That meant moving dozens of boxes around. Again. However we found enough to satisfy the kitchen fitters. Poor Fergus has gone blind (diabetes). Although closely monitored and injected with his insulin daily he lost his sight virtually overnight (4-5 days it seemed). He has however adapted well and can negotiate most of the environment by smell, sound and sensations of proximity. Anyone accompanying him talks a steady stream. He is thin but seems happy and is more active than he had been while vets struggled to diagnose him - quite remarkable. Imagine going blind overnight in mid-life. The best bit is seeing him pick up a prey scent in an area he knows is unencumbered with tripping hazards - he runs back and forth following the trail, the hunting instinct hasn't dimmed. The workshop surrounds, with all its surrounding junk, i...

Speaking of Gloopy Juice....

F arrived home from laiki with several kilograms of cheap tomatoes and set about making passata to seal into some jars. The bowl of green things in the background and below have various names (depending on where in the world you hail from). F calls them okra. When you cook okra, they make a gloopy juice too - more glue than juice in my view, but she eats it. In fact she seems to like them fried up with onions and lashings of Grenadan allspice, cooked down with a generous quantity of that passata she is making, and served on couscous with chopped up fermented lemons (Moroccan style). Do you think perhaps she is mixing her influences here? Fermented lemons (or possibly Fur-mented lemons, I have seen what grows on top) are in a 'crock' on the bench, and seem to be getting added to everything these days. They certainly ensure I don't go sniffing too closely at her plate. It smells like something she might clean the bathroom with. O...

What's Wrong with a Good Spit Polish?

Did your mother ever spit on her hankie and rub your face? Did you hate it? Well mine just straight up licked my face ...and my ears .... and my tummy .... and held me down if I squirmed.... Humans seem to think you need this stuff called soap to clean yourselves. Wipe your tongue over some of that before you lick yourself and you'll go cross-eyed and be blowing bubbles for days. I'm informed (but question the reliability of the information, F has tried pulling my leg from time to time), that soap is made out of fat. No kidding? OK, some of it looks like blocks of lard, but most of it looks like waste product from a paint factory. Is it colour-coded for cleaning different bits, or his'n'hers, or adults and kids, or for some other reason I might have missed? Humans keep it in the showering room, but because that involves water it is a place I do my best to avoid, so I don't really know whether they lick it before they clean the...