A Squint-Eyed Wake Up to Changes Around Us. Pioneer Posts About Two Pan. If you missed Part 1, you can find it here. Refresh your memory, then come back because, you need to know that in the U. We took off like children at recess. About 4 miles out of town we pushed our wheeled-freighters up a hill to a bike-bridge over the Danube.

Where Did Our Puppy Go? The dog on the right is our six month old puppy, Gus. He is sitting with Beau, who weighs 90 lbs. We miss our baby puppy, pictured below. He adores Beau and copies everything Beau does. When I broke my femur in December, it slowed my time in the 40, but at least my hand size has not changed. No, she was not trying to purchase alcoholic beverages nor tobacco.

About me and this blog. About me and this blog. A cold but sunny end to the month. Tuesday 20th to Wednesday 28th February 2018. Tuesday 20th saw us on Canford Heath, in the sun, where we met our friends Brian and Poppy. Come Saturday we were back on Upton Heath. Here is a slightly windswept Teddy. And a more posed version. Which gave me the opportunity to get a photo of a Teddy paw print.

loving and living rural Australia. How do you say goodbye? How do you come to terms with death when it strikes from nowhere with no warning? How do you fill that space that is left when the funeral is done and the people have gone? How do you console a wife and a friend who is going through something you can only imagine? Let me try with words. Chester, the Wonder Whippet. Come and meet the Wonder Whippet and the team behind him. The Whippet in a Pensive Mood. If it does be th.

Diary of the creation of Bluestem Pond Farm. I hear myself complaining about all the work involved in processing the vegetables coming ripe in the garden. Getting Bowled Over with Bounty.

At loss for words in summer. A while ago i wrote of how. I was filled with words. But something has happened since then. I no longer want to speak. Instead I want to leave those jumbled words behind. Haphazardly in soft purple ditches. Where rushes whisper by lonely lakes and white bog cotton shyly dips. Her wispy head among rows of darkened turf.

The woman on the Yellow Bicycle. Observing life from the saddle of my bike. Good bye to the Agapanthus. Before I realize it my week is over. In what seems like the blink of an eye, my island story is told. And in the end, the only.

The Adventures of the Road to Cycling. Home on the Road- Adventures on Two Wheels. Wow It has been FOREVER! June 23, 2015.