That view, and those cottages, have appeared in many a TV program. I think those cottages are safe'ish - the cottages really at risk (and the cafe) is along by Belle Tout (a cliff top lighthouse that has been moved away from the edge since I've lived over here) at a place called Birling Gap (the photo). It's insane on the cliffs as you see the idiots going within a few feet of the edge (there was even a TV broadcast showing what was presumably a parent holding a child's ankles as they all but dangled them over the edge) - presumably unaware that cliff falls happen every year (month...day...hour) and chunks of cliff just drop into the sea. I refuse to get within 30 metres of the edge...as you can see what were original paths stopping dead at the cliff edge.
Edited to add: Those cottages from the other angle - and Birling Gap/Belle Tout showing some of the paths that stop at the cliff edge.
I never put anything into those charity bags. I'd far rather give directly to local charities and then I know where they have actually gone. If the charity wants to pass items on I'm fine with that.
I'm thinking of making a complaint under the Trades Description Act. We visited the new Dobbies Garden Centre at Tewkesbury today. Lovely new building but they can start a new game called 'Hunt the Plant'. Their Christmas 'stuff' takes up about 10 times as much space as the indoor plants and their restaurant is at least as large as the outdoor plant area. I'd be surprised if more than 10% of the total floor area, inside and out, has anything to do with plants and gardens.
Our local GC is the same. It's essentially an over priced tat shop that sell a few plants. The nearby BnQ superstore is much better for plants - and cheaper.
Physio session this morning and the new knee coped fine but the old knee complained quite a lot. I'm putting it down to the first cool, wet spell of weather this autumn. OH has lit our first fire since last winter.
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)."
Well I've learned a new word today. I normally stock up on Xmas beer when we're on holiday in North Wales in October. The Purple Moose (Mws Piws) brewery up there makes some excellent beers. Sadly we don't have holidays up there anymore I should probably go teetotal and save the money to donate to the poor starving energy companies anyway.
If you can keep your head, while those around you are losing theirs, you may not have grasped the seriousness of the situation.
C'mon, are you that young? You must have done imperial measures from a gill to a firkin! The poly is new though as the pin is in a plastic container. Not sure if you read the Eastbourne archaeological link - but they explained the length of a rod/pole/perch...
'....Oxen were usually
worked as a team of six, arranged in three pairs, and would require two
people to operate, a skilled man at the rear to manage the task, and an
ox-boy with a 16½ foot pole or goad, to encourage and help guide the
team. This goad gave the name to the standard agricultural measurement
of a rod, pole or perch.....'
...(my highlight)...love it. No wonder we went metric. Who cares what the distance is from the tip of a kings nose to his thumb? My grandafter has been taught to raise her arm up like that when she makes the sound of an elephant - I wonder if the king was doing the same?
When I left school I started training as a Quantity Surveyor. I had to do all the measurements on plans and convert that to area or volume. I remember when metric measurements came in and the potential trouble if a decimal point was one position too far left or right. Thankfully I was good at mental arithmetic so realised quickly is numbers didn't seem right. Multiplying 3.30 metres by 2.6 metres for example was a lot more straight forward than multiplying 9 feet 7 inches by 12 feet 4 inches, although I didn't have any problems doing so at the time. I'd struggle with Imperial multiplication now.
Note I'm not saying 3.3m is the same a 9'7". They are just numbers at random.
Who cares what the distance is from the tip of a kings nose to his thumb? My grandafter has been taught to raise her arm up like that when she makes the sound of an elephant - I wonder if the king was doing the same?
Almost certainly, and saying "can I have a bun, please?" at the same time too, no doubt
Gardening on the edge of Exmoor, in Devon
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
My dear grandafter hasn't learnt the female art of being able to do three things at once. Raising her arm and making an elephant noise is her current limit. I will get my ringmaster whip out again, and see if I can get her to not only ask for a bun, but to eat it at the same time as the arm raising and noises. That should make her mum smile.
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The nearby BnQ superstore is much better for plants - and cheaper.
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”