Dmball, I saw some very beautiful women among the Nubian's, the men tall and athletic all colourful, the Egyptian women we never saw they were covered head to foot back then although it seems more relaxed now. We also knew that there were many differing groups among the Arab's the Bedouin we met often out in Sinai were hard people and had to be. The Coastal area Alexandria Port Said and Tewfic we had mainly Greek and Italian populace with a scattering of Armenians, it was a mix of people probably like London now. Sea gulls are the same where ever they are, they sit on the rails of the Quay in Whitby and snatch what they can, the same at Redcar Saltburn and Seaton all on our coast as I said we are born with one foot in the north sea. Enjoy your holiday as my Daughter and grandchildren did, they loved it but it was before the troubles began.
Maud, I can relate to that! Our calico cat brought home 4 last week, 2 dead (voles), 1 baby fieldmouse I managed to catch and repatriate, 1 still running loose at the moment, traps are set.
Used to have two cats who were brother and sister. She spent all day out hunting and bringing back allsorts and he couldn't catch a cold...vive la difference! Maud, apparently the secret is to put out lots of traps not just one as there'll never be just one mouse....We had a lot at last house as they had a run between the extension and existing part of house (old Victorian farmhouse) which ended in the electrics cupboard .. They were a right b&**%$ to get rid of but plenty traps was the key.The sonic things you plug in were a waste of time. Frank, the lemon drizzle should be with granulated sugar too then it's all crunchy. The midges...our special secret weapon here They don't bother me too much either. Had many horses and ponies where I worked that other people had messed up. Various ways to sort them but they can be sorted usually and it was very satisfying. Not ridden since I was pregnant with oldest daughter, was breaking a young horse at the time and stopped once he was backed and riding away. 19 years ago now!
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
I've never sat on a horse in my life. Rode a seaside donkey when I was seven. They would stroll down to the sea then turn and gallop back for all they were worth, while you hung on desperately to the pommel. Unless you were my five year old brother, who lost his grip and slid gently over the donkey's tail and landed, stunned, on the sand. Don't think that qualifies me for training horses...
Maud and Sue, reading your stories makes me remember why I like dogs! My two bichons patrol the boundaries looking for birds invading the air space, cats using the garden walls as a short cut and small rodents nesting in the compost bins. They drive me bonkers - but suddenly I am grateful!
G/Grandma, I had a West Highland Terrier that did the same job as your dogs, we were over run by cats before he arrived and that soon changed. One big black who could manure the garden in one go decided to try his luck, a brief quarrel and he lost scattered up the fence and sat looking at Benji, who turned walked back then took a flying charge and leaped up the fence just missing the cat who with the bounce of the fence shot up in the air turning somersaults and vanished into next doors shrubbery never to be seen again. benji got well rewarded.
We used to get cats sleeping in our summerhouse overnight on the sofa. The dogs could smell them and would rush to investigate the summerhouse every morning. One morning they did this - and then a cat shot out of the summerhouse at the speed of light and leapt over the six foot fence while the dogs celebrated noisily at its heels. It gave me quite a laugh and the dogs have lost interest in the summerhouse so I don't think it came back!
We used to have a Westie, Frank. They are hunting dogs and no rats or cats were too much for him. He was a character, much less soppy than bichons.
Had Him ten years G/Grandma and loved him he would take on anything big or small if they tried anything. We walked miles he kept me fit and he loved the Lake District we went often because a lot of the Hotels allowed small dogs in the room. We would walk the lakes and boat ride back, now that he did love, up the gang plank straight up the Bows and onto the seat looking out the way we were going. Some of the boat men got to know him and made a fuss of him. They would announce on the Speaker, "Captain Benji is in charge of the boat you can see him looking for sharks or torpedo's", he was great fun and my last dog, parting with them is almost as bad as parting with a loved partner.
Quite agree, Frank, though thankfully I haven't experienced the latter. I'm getting too old for a new pup, should the worst happen to my dogs, but I think I'd get a rescue dog in the same breed. There's a kennels near me that rescues unwanted breeding dogs. I'm itching to get one - but three dogs are too much even for me!
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Dmball, I saw some very beautiful women among the Nubian's, the men tall and athletic all colourful, the Egyptian women we never saw they were covered head to foot back then although it seems more relaxed now. We also knew that there were many differing groups among the Arab's the Bedouin we met often out in Sinai were hard people and had to be. The Coastal area Alexandria Port Said and Tewfic we had mainly Greek and Italian populace with a scattering of Armenians, it was a mix of people probably like London now.
Sea gulls are the same where ever they are, they sit on the rails of the Quay in Whitby and snatch what they can, the same at Redcar Saltburn and Seaton all on our coast as I said we are born with one foot in the north sea.
Enjoy your holiday as my Daughter and grandchildren did, they loved it but it was before the troubles began.
Frank.
Maud, I can relate to that!
Our calico cat brought home 4 last week, 2 dead (voles), 1 baby fieldmouse I managed to catch and repatriate, 1 still running loose at the moment, traps are set.
Used to have two cats who were brother and sister. She spent all day out hunting and bringing back allsorts and he couldn't catch a cold...vive la difference! Maud, apparently the secret is to put out lots of traps not just one as there'll never be just one mouse....
We had a lot at last house as they had a run between the extension and existing part of house (old Victorian farmhouse) which ended in the electrics cupboard ..
They were a right b&**%$ to get rid of but plenty traps was the key.The sonic things you plug in were a waste of time. Frank, the lemon drizzle should be with granulated sugar too then it's all crunchy. The midges...our special secret weapon here
They don't bother me too much either. Had many horses and ponies where I worked that other people had messed up. Various ways to sort them but they can be sorted usually and it was very satisfying. Not ridden since I was pregnant with oldest daughter, was breaking a young horse at the time and stopped once he was backed and riding away. 19 years ago now!
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
I've never sat on a horse in my life. Rode a seaside donkey when I was seven. They would stroll down to the sea then turn and gallop back for all they were worth, while you hung on desperately to the pommel. Unless you were my five year old brother, who lost his grip and slid gently over the donkey's tail and landed, stunned, on the sand. Don't think that qualifies me for training horses...
Maud and Sue, reading your stories makes me remember why I like dogs! My two bichons patrol the boundaries looking for birds invading the air space, cats using the garden walls as a short cut and small rodents nesting in the compost bins. They drive me bonkers - but suddenly I am grateful!
GG
Sounds a bit like me on the old fashioned fairground horses! Once tried, never forgotten.
G/Grandma, I had a West Highland Terrier that did the same job as your dogs, we were over run by cats before he arrived and that soon changed.
One big black who could manure the garden in one go decided to try his luck, a brief quarrel and he lost scattered up the fence and sat looking at Benji, who turned walked back then took a flying charge and leaped up the fence just missing the cat who with the bounce of the fence shot up in the air turning somersaults and vanished into next doors shrubbery never to be seen again. benji got well rewarded.
Frank.
We used to get cats sleeping in our summerhouse overnight on the sofa. The dogs could smell them and would rush to investigate the summerhouse every morning. One morning they did this - and then a cat shot out of the summerhouse at the speed of light and leapt over the six foot fence while the dogs celebrated noisily at its heels. It gave me quite a laugh and the dogs have lost interest in the summerhouse so I don't think it came back!
We used to have a Westie, Frank. They are hunting dogs and no rats or cats were too much for him. He was a character, much less soppy than bichons.
Had Him ten years G/Grandma and loved him he would take on anything big or small if they tried anything. We walked miles he kept me fit and he loved the Lake District we went often because a lot of the Hotels allowed small dogs in the room. We would walk the lakes and boat ride back, now that he did love, up the gang plank straight up the Bows and onto the seat looking out the way we were going. Some of the boat men got to know him and made a fuss of him. They would announce on the Speaker, "Captain Benji is in charge of the boat you can see him looking for sharks or torpedo's", he was great fun and my last dog, parting with them is almost as bad as parting with a loved partner.
Frank.
Quite agree, Frank, though thankfully I haven't experienced the latter. I'm getting too old for a new pup, should the worst happen to my dogs, but I think I'd get a rescue dog in the same breed. There's a kennels near me that rescues unwanted breeding dogs. I'm itching to get one - but three dogs are too much even for me!