Saturday, December 28, 2013
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Fresh tracks
Best day on the slopes yesterday after a dump of fresh snow and locals to show us the hidden powder bowls out back.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Freshly squeezed
Baby Aurra minutes after her birth and half an hour before her twin brother Einar arrived. Birth sure us a miracle.
Saturday, December 14, 2013
The poo log
The guest book at the mccabes is in the toilet and gives one the opportunity to be creative with their daily ablutions. There is even space for those creative ones amongst us to draw their sample.
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Walk your way across England
One of the many walking paths that criss cross thorough this country, remnant of ancient pathways that today's local farmers cannot change or prohibit.
Monday, December 9, 2013
Saturday, December 7, 2013
York
One of the many gates leading into the centuries old, walled city of York with its narrow alleyways cobbled streets and very festive Christmas atmosphere.
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Cattle sales at Malton
Paul and I took the opportunity to join with the local farmers at the weekly cattle market. The bulls were first judged and awarded prizes then, wearing their merit badges and ranking numbers they were lined up in the corral, first to be weighed then paraded...with the onloookers silently nodding their bids.
The red glowing digits record the weght of the animal and the bids are in pence/kilo.
The beasts sold for up to $2300 each....to the happy butchers around the ring.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
A visit to the tailor
For three centuries this tailor shop, next door to Natasha and Paul's Yew Tree cottage, has been in operation, handed down from generation to generation. These days Peter is still making garments for the high and mighty but spend the majority of his time outfitting riders for the hunt. His scissors handed down from his father have NEVER been sharpened
A brace of pheasants
In preparation for the festive season the wild games is lined up outside the local butchers...a bargain if you're prepared to do the plucking
Joy of flying
The best thing about flying is having a window seat to gaze at the amazingly diverse world of humanity continuing it's daily routines below. Here I can see hundreds of ships coming and going around the port of Singapore and I can imagine the smells and the humidity they must be enduring.
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