you will not believe your eyes……….
Midway Island, where your plastic rubbish ends up. By Chris Jordan. Midway Island, where your plastic rubbish ends up – YouTube
Midway Island, where your plastic rubbish ends up. By Chris Jordan. Midway Island, where your plastic rubbish ends up – YouTube
Driving the school run this morning, it felt like those early summer mornings, when the beach was on the agenda, and you could almost smell the barbecue, and the sun-cream and salty air, living near the sea is such a joy, not hemmed in on all sides. Enjoy the beautiful weather…..
It was 12° today as I strolled down the prom in Lahinch. Blue skies, people out, surfers in, lapping it up. Leaning on the new white railings that have that Brighton feel about them, I wouldn’t be any where else today. Glorious and nourishing as only the sun can be,…
My dear friend Dickie told me that when he was young his mother, used to feed him and his siblings in the morning, before they would head off playing, hunting, and getting up to mischief, until the belly’s would start to rumble, and they would return home to Mammy. Ah…
Researching from The Bedside Book of the Garden, by Dr. D.G Hessayon, I happened upon the Chinese proverb above,that I loved and wanted to share. You could swap a loaf, for a lily, but it may not seem fair. Bartering is a great way of getting things done though, or acquiring things…
The party is over, boy was it good. Paul you are a brilliant Disc Jockey, thanks for making my feet ache from dancing in my WildKitchen. Thanks to all who came, brought food, gifts and champagne. It’s one for the books. WildKitchen is ready, let the fun begin………
Good morning, battered and bruised West Clare. Thanks to the swift action of those at www.fruithillfarm.com, garden supplies, who posted me tunnel repair tape, my plastic survived the battering Northerly winds last night, the gash to it’s 3rd.rib, repaired and holding strong. Rain and sleet in sheets across the Atlantic…
Had a twinge of an ear-ache over the weekend. Tried to ignore it. Hard thing to do. So took my-self off to bed last night with a clove of garlic, (from my garden of course) dipped in warm olive oil, stuck in my ear! I kid you not, heard no…