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Friday, 31 July 2009


Well I suppose they aren't March Flies!

Every time I try to photograph a flower there's a bee on it. Why am I photographing flowers you may well ask, perhaps I'm getting in touch with my inner self!

For those wanting a little more detail of our travels, we do have some on our Flickr Gallery now.

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Thursday, 30 July 2009


Today, a window on Sancerre.

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Wednesday, 29 July 2009


I hate it when we are surrounded by wonder and all I can do is be flippant, but heck, here's our barbecue tonight, fuelled by the Loire Nuclear Power Station steam above the frypan!

Gotta love all things France.

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Tuesday, 28 July 2009

Monday, 27 July 2009


On Friday, Julian took us for a walk along the Thames. At the time we were still well and truly under the weather post-flight, I can't be sure that we were even there, let alone that this little budgie is in fact a female version of the Yellow Breasted Chat.

I rather like the notion that I've met a "Chat".

Today we're on the road again, enroute to France and limited internet access, but we'll be back!

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Sunday, 26 July 2009


Suburban Putney but I'm not sure I didn't take this photograph sometime in the sixties.

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Saturday, 25 July 2009

Lacy Road

Lacy Road Putney is famous for the fact that Shelley, Julian, Gerrod and Kristy live there, and also for the Jolly Gardeners, a public house of some repute, and delightful garden court about the size of a pocket handkerchief (folded twice).

Even with the extra points for the use of the word "Jolly" in its name, it doesn't make my list of favourite pub names, unlike Putney's "Slug and Lettuce" around the corner, which comes close to Woollongong's once notorious "Amputee's Arms" at the top of the list.

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Friday, 24 July 2009

We're in London Still.

It took a while, but we made it.

Two hours in Brisbane, coffee and toast.
Three hours in Sydney, scones and cream with our coffee.
Four hours delay in Singapore, party till 5.00 am body time at the airline's expense.
Arrived late in Frankfurt of course, missing our flight, but the airline cafe vouchers bought a bunch of us champagne, coffee and stupendous crepes, while we watched others become increasingly aggressive just as though we were in a scene from Airport 09!

While we were waiting in London for our luggage not to arrive, I casually remarked to the bloke next to us that it would be terrific if it didn't make it, because it would be delivered for us and we wouldn't have to lug it across London on the tube. (Despite being told that it wasn't on the plane, it was, so we didn't have any issues). Anyway said bloke offered us a lift when his driver got there, so we had a car ride home!

So here we are in Putney, high summer.

A bit weary, but since only one in the household has actual Swine Flu at the moment, all's well!

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Wednesday, 22 July 2009

A journey of a thousand leagues...

...starts with a wink from MrFourex.

I asked him where we had to wait for the airport bus, and he gave me a wink and pointed to the stop.

See you later Queensland, though it must be said, there's something mildly surreal about leaving from the Ettamogah Pub!

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Friday, 3 July 2009

Postcard from Home

It does seem strange to be walking on wet sand again, instead of very dry stuff, but that's what we do every day for a week or two, until our next adventure begins.

Perhaps it's time to record some more memories before they fade, after all, there's a blog just over there doing not much at the moment!

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Thursday, 2 July 2009

Sunrise from our Bed
Coongie Lake

The last sunrise at the Lake, made us think about staying another day, but by then we were mentally committed to making the homeward trek.

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Wednesday, 1 July 2009


The lack of fires at Coongie Lake meant that precautions had to be taken against the chill. The breeze was coming straight off the water of course, and it was quite early.

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