Every time my pal stripped down his RD200 Yamaha he had a couple of bits left. By the time he sold it there was a full jam jar. It wasn't very big to start with!
What a gorgeous coloured cosmos. This year I grew one called Lemonade which I am definitely going to grow again, A very pale lemon/white, yummy. It is a shame they are only annuals.
I stripped down a whole car for a re-build and bought a load of ziplock bags and neatly labelled everything as it came off. I still ended up with 'spares' somehow when I put it back together. but as the great Colin Chapman of Lotus fame said: "simplify and add lightness"
If you can keep your head, while those around you are losing theirs, you may not have grasped the seriousness of the situation.
His idea of "lightness" was fibre glass wasn't it? Had a friend at work - a few decades ago now - who asked to leave his outside our house after it broke down o his way to work. Noticed the fibre glass when he was tinkering under the bonnet.
My grump of the day is bloody French wine. it's so complicated. You have to know the "terroir", the climate of the year of vintage and how well the grapes ripened, which socks he wore when he trampled the grapes and so on.... Here I am in Bordeaux for a long weekend with Possum and we decided to have a drink in the early evening sun before finding somewhere to eat. The brasserie had a choice of 6 white, 2 pink and 6 red wines by the bottle or
glass. Didn’t recognize any so eliminated the 2 marked moelleux
(sweet and syrupy) and the Sauternes (even more sweet and syrupy) and not the
chardonnay so opted for a chateau d’Hoste which described itself as an Entre
Deux Mers so should have been dry, I thought. One for the never
again list. Smelled sweet and thick, tasted borderline demi-sec and had
an oily finish as tho it had been flirting with a retsina!
Vendée - 20kms from Atlantic coast.
"The price good men (and women) pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men (and women)."
Coffee for me this morning. Always is. Drink tea about once a year.
Which is around once a year more often than I drink coffee. I am, apparently, a tea bag.
I read in my GW magazine this month that last night's GW would feature Sezincote in Gloucestershire. It's a house I know well and don't know at all - it's a couple of miles from my in-laws' and I've walked the dogs through the park many times, but never been into the house or the gardens 'proper', so I was interested to see it. It even highlighted it in the Radio Times. So I let my MIL know it was on, sat down with OH to watch.........
nothing.
Not even a mention. After all the fanfare, surely at least some footnote 'we were going to but couldn't', or (hopefully) 'it'll be shown at some later date'.
I was really disappointed
Gardening on the edge of Exmoor, in Devon
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
Another tea addict here (although not keen on bags) obliged to drink iced mint tea in the ridiculous heat. Strange thing though - my brother took me to Morocco in February and I persuaded him to try the mint tea (he's a coffee drinker) and he loved it!
Somehow my home brew doesn't taste the same, must be the ambience. Best cup of coffee I ever had was boiled in a saucepan over an open fire on a Pembrokeshire beach! Fresh croissant in Brittany, raspberry pavlova in Ayrshire
"The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it." Sir Terry Pratchett
I love my stove top percolator for my morning coffee, nice and strong. Then tisanes for the rest of the day. On the curmudgeonly side I used to drink a fair bit of red wine but being past 27 I now have a histamine intolerance so can't drink it anymore, but gin................now that's a different matter.
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My grump of the day is bloody French wine. it's so complicated. You have to know the "terroir", the climate of the year of vintage and how well the grapes ripened, which socks he wore when he trampled the grapes and so on.... Here I am in Bordeaux for a long weekend with Possum and we decided to have a drink in the early evening sun before finding somewhere to eat. The brasserie had a choice of 6 white, 2 pink and 6 red wines by the bottle or glass. Didn’t recognize any so eliminated the 2 marked moelleux (sweet and syrupy) and the Sauternes (even more sweet and syrupy) and not the chardonnay so opted for a chateau d’Hoste which described itself as an Entre Deux Mers so should have been dry, I thought. One for the never again list. Smelled sweet and thick, tasted borderline demi-sec and had an oily finish as tho it had been flirting with a retsina!
You can't beat a nice cup of tea.
I read in my GW magazine this month that last night's GW would feature Sezincote in Gloucestershire. It's a house I know well and don't know at all - it's a couple of miles from my in-laws' and I've walked the dogs through the park many times, but never been into the house or the gardens 'proper', so I was interested to see it. It even highlighted it in the Radio Times. So I let my MIL know it was on, sat down with OH to watch.........
nothing.
Not even a mention. After all the fanfare, surely at least some footnote 'we were going to but couldn't', or (hopefully) 'it'll be shown at some later date'.
I was really disappointed
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
Somehow my home brew doesn't taste the same, must be the ambience. Best cup of coffee I ever had was boiled in a saucepan over an open fire on a Pembrokeshire beach! Fresh croissant in Brittany, raspberry pavlova in Ayrshire