Picture 1 is a Helen 'Bay' photograph from their recent visit to Iceland. The rock strata looks interesting though I know nothing at all about geology. No doubt when I see her she will tell me more about the holiday.
Having risen and bathed early I managed half an hour in the garden looking for pictures, but the light was hopeless. Needless to say, as soon as my legs etc., told me I'd stood up too long and I'd gone in, the sun came out. The bird feeders needed attention but I was pleased to note that the goldfinches had paced themselves and their feeder was not empty. Likewise the anti-starling feeders. Now that Robin has returned it took him less than a day to master the new entrance to the square feeders.
Picture 2 is a lovely, fine bone china mug quite like my charity-shop 'hunting scene' one which I broke.Y spotted it in the shop at the Roman Villa and treated me to it. The quality is so fine as to be translucent if held up to the light.
As I didn't have the customary 50p piece for scale, I had to use two 20ps and two 5ps. I hope Bungus won't mind.
Tracy called at tea-time and accepted a cup of tea and a salmon and cucumber sandwich which she said was delicious. The tinned salmon comes from Lidl and, on the tin, it says Wild Salmon from Alaska - we love it.
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Mannanan .... Thanks for your kind words about the Isle of Wight photos. As you know from your guestbook I popped in to your site yesterday and your pictures are very good indeed. You must put alot of work into Mannanans Cloak and the Isle of Man authorities owe you a drink or two I would have thought.
Bungus ...... I like the idea of jaunty lolly sticks. The mind races.
I think the 'futtav are stairs' is widespread.
The convoluted process from Benchley to 'lock-jaw' was not really convoluted at all. It occured to me that, with 'lock-jaw', speech would not be possible.
Another local exression I've just remembered is "put'th wud in th'ole" Meaning, for you southern lot, "Please shut the door as you go out".
Well. Fancy that. Benchley's nephew being the author of Jaws.
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No quotation to end with but a true little story from the Palmers Green branch. Debra, Ruby and Elli have just returned from the Woodcraft Folk summer camp. Much enjoyed by all and they wanted to stay longer. Apparently in Woodcraft Folk terminology the 3 to 4yrs are 'sawdust', the 5yrs are 'woodchip' and the 6yrs and over are 'sunshine sprites'. Ahhhh !
Y is involved tomorrow with Burton Joyce and I aim to tackle the transfer if stuff from the laptop to the new PC. Spotted by Bungus, I have bought a Serif programme which allows one to move data, and programmes, from the old to the new with a couple of clicks! Hope it proves as easy as it sounds. I doubt it but I'm game to have a go.
The Firefox add-on - 'Clipmarks' - works a treat ! The idea is to 'clip' whatever parts of a webpage you need, including pictures, and then you can save, e-mail or blog the results.
Y is involved tomorrow with Burton Joyce and I aim to tackle the transfer if stuff from the laptop to the new PC. Spotted by Bungus, I have bought a Serif programme which allows one to move data, and programmes, from the old to the new with a couple of clicks! Hope it proves as easy as it sounds. I doubt it but I'm game to have a go.
The Firefox add-on - 'Clipmarks' - works a treat ! The idea is to 'clip' whatever parts of a webpage you need, including pictures, and then you can save, e-mail or blog the results.
Sleep tight. Catch you tomorrow. 
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I did enjoy looking at all your photos, I especially liked the ones with the rough seas. And the one of Y looking like Brigitte Bardot (or even our own dear Queen?)with the headscarf and the dark glasses. And the slightly windswept one, with the glass - was it coffee?
When I loked at yur blog today and saw the photo I didn't realise it was Iceland, thought it was a dull day on the IOW.....
Your mug is lovely (the one Y bought you...) we buy egg cups from places.
The Woodcraft Folk - seem to remember there are political overtones? Or was when it started?
It was the last meeting of our knitting group for three weeks yesterday, so we went out for lunch together (we usually have sandwiches). The concensus ws to go to the Japanese Restaurant - I was rather concerned about this, I don't like foreign food, but our Malayan friend promised me she would find me something I liked.
And she did, I had a big bowl of clear chicken soup, with lots of noodles, slices of grilled chicken breast and slices of hard-boiled egg, with some greenery on top. I liked it a lot....and the green tea, and I didn't have to use chopsticks. The service was quick and charming - they pushed tables around to take 8 of us - and it cost approximately £8 a head for main course, a sorbet and a refillable mug of green tea. The kitchen was part of the restaurant, you could watch them cooking. (Just watched 'Rogue Restaurant' - I'm not so bothered about the illegals, but am by the rotten food).
Off to a wedding tomorrow - friend's youngest
son, big RC wedding followed by reception. They have been living together for at least five years, am not sure if it is a white wedding!
Just back from City Hospital.
Waited from 9.00 until 11.50 for transport (11.00am appointment). They had given the driver an impossible 2 run task.
blog of Wednesday, August 06, 2008
The composition of Helen’s Iceland bay is remarkably similar to your IoW ones.
I’ll bet that view is on all their postcards too!
What a smashing ‘cock-headed’ mug.
As you know, I am a fan of bone china anyway, the thinner the better.
The two 20ps and two 5ps is fine provided you do not require change.
We must try the Lidl Wild Salmon from Alaska (although we have at least 3 ½ tins of Princes’ in stock!).
The Mannanan’s Cloak website is terrific and, as you indicate, would serve well as as the basis of an official tourist guide.
As you have blogged it, I hope Mannaman will have no objection to my passing it on to my auld acquaintance, Paul Liversidge, whom I recently met after a gap of 40 years. He was born on the island (his father, Maurice Robshaw Liversidge, was Company Secretary to the brewery) has raced there (on sidecar) with some success (1979?) and, I believe, goes back every year.
I haven’t studied it all but went first to the recipes. I shall certainly try the salmon recipes and I made the tomato soup for Thur main meal (on Sandra's return from 3 days/nights at prosperous loking Sutton-on-Sea with Steph and Jessica) - delicious but I added a sprinkle of 'herbs de Provence' and nearly twice the amount of stock (it was still very thick).
I think your “Put t’wud in’t ‘ole’ is also quite common in Notts, Derbys and Yorks.
Here’s another. I have frequently been described as ‘bone-idle’. But on Emmerdale the other night Lisa called Shadrach ‘born idle’. Have I been mishearing all these years (“You what? No, half-past two.”) or are they both correct?
I was a bit wrong about Peter Benchley, author of Jaws.
According to Wikipedia:
He was the son of author Nathaniel Benchley and grandson of Algonquin Round Table founder Robert Benchley. His younger brother, Nat Benchley, is a writer and actor.
I too hope that the Serif programme proves successful.
I think, if it is not already too late, you would be well advised at first to COPY your data and programmes rather than MOVE them (in case anything disappears en route).
I realised the shot of Yvonne referred to by both Jill and myself reminded me of something. It was my 1951 photo of my Norwegian then girlfriend Marit (copy by email). That is a side/front view but you may see what I mean.
I love the mug - do you actually drink your tea from such a mug or put it on a shelf to be admired?
Jill, I think that the Woodcraft Folk were only 'political' in the sense that they avoided the allegiance-swearing, praying and hymn singing tendencies of the Girl Guides and Boy Scouts (to which I was subjected as a child since my parents didn't know any better!)
'Put the wud in thee 'ole' was also common in Worcestershire where I was brought up but with somewhat different pronunciation. I've always thought the expression was 'bone idle' as well. A related one often used by my mother was 'skinny Lizzy from the boneyard' - anyone come across that?
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