He lost his youngest brother (shot down over Germany) who had joined the Royal Canadian Airforce as soon as he was old enough because the RAF weren't recruiting at that time. Apparently I looked like him as a teenager. Pa wrote a book of his WW2 experiences in the RAF - we still have a few copies left - if anyone is interested in a copy send me a PM
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
My uncle ( Mum's brother) was in the RAF, but we don't really know anything about his experiences as we had very little contact. He's very unwell now - in his nineties. My other uncle (married to my Dad's sister) was in the Canadian Air Force. She married him after meeting him over here during the war, and moved to Canada, where she spent the rest of her life.
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
My dad joined the RE in 1939, aged 17 when war broke out. Cos he volunteered rather than being called up, he didn't get demobbed till 47 after ending up in Palestine. Never ever talked about his war. His dad was gassed in the trenches in WW1 and he never talked about it either.
Even if I could afford it I wouldn't buy modern art cos I just don't get it. I used to think that if I ever won the lottery I'd build a decent sized dance hall with classroom facilities, teachers and dance styles to suit all tastes and ages and be a ball free sports and community centre for all. The local politicians think it isn't sport or beneficial if there isn't a big round ball involved so every village has a football club....... Boys only.
I have found my stick blender machine but too late for painting today. Had great fun sorting out the annex but now I need to dust and vac before the dogs get back from walkies. Rasta has been rolling in her secret stash of fox poo again and is filthy and stinky. OH has finished messing with the hedge and started clearing the big oval bed under the silk tree so we need to go and buy cheap multi purpose compost to improve its texture. Bit compacted under all that weed membrane but it will be great for my bulbs..
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)."
I don't get modern art either. I looked up those artists and just can't see it. We went to a lovely art gallery, Picturecraft, in Holt that had an exhibition of Kieron Williamson and other landscape painters that I like. But all too expensive. I like realistic landscapes, even a bit impressionist, but real.
Dordogne and Norfolk. Clay in Dordogne, sandy in Norfolk.
Lots of people don't understand what they call modern art just as lots of people don't understand contemporary music, dance and literature. If they were interested in it and studied it they might find it fascinating - but if they don't that's fine too.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
I enjoyed a trawl through Mr B's collection. Very diverse. I'd love to have known his thought process each time he made a purchase, although I expect he bought a few without realising
I liked his comment about 'the head' - he wanted to sound like how it looked
I liked the Victor Pasmore abstract. Just don't have the bank balance...
Hope you're nice and cosy Clari!
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
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He lost his youngest brother (shot down over Germany) who had joined the Royal Canadian Airforce as soon as he was old enough because the RAF weren't recruiting at that time. Apparently I looked like him as a teenager. Pa wrote a book of his WW2 experiences in the RAF - we still have a few copies left - if anyone is interested in a copy send me a PM
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
My uncle ( Mum's brother) was in the RAF, but we don't really know anything about his experiences as we had very little contact. He's very unwell now - in his nineties. My other uncle (married to my Dad's sister) was in the Canadian Air Force. She married him after meeting him over here during the war, and moved to Canada, where she spent the rest of her life.
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
My dad joined the RE in 1939, aged 17 when war broke out. Cos he volunteered rather than being called up, he didn't get demobbed till 47 after ending up in Palestine. Never ever talked about his war. His dad was gassed in the trenches in WW1 and he never talked about it either.
Even if I could afford it I wouldn't buy modern art cos I just don't get it. I used to think that if I ever won the lottery I'd build a decent sized dance hall with classroom facilities, teachers and dance styles to suit all tastes and ages and be a ball free sports and community centre for all. The local politicians think it isn't sport or beneficial if there isn't a big round ball involved so every village has a football club....... Boys only.
I have found my stick blender machine but too late for painting today. Had great fun sorting out the annex but now I need to dust and vac before the dogs get back from walkies. Rasta has been rolling in her secret stash of fox poo again and is filthy and stinky. OH has finished messing with the hedge and started clearing the big oval bed under the silk tree so we need to go and buy cheap multi purpose compost to improve its texture. Bit compacted under all that weed membrane but it will be great for my bulbs..
Pa was sent all over the place during the war, from the Shetlands to North Africa and Egypt, Italy and Palestine.
Lots of women's football around here - we have some very good teams.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
that sounds fascinating Dove. I'll pm you when this lump releases my other hand.
Came home and needed to lay down. he thinks he is ever so light.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
I don't get modern art either. I looked up those artists and just can't see it. We went to a lovely art gallery, Picturecraft, in Holt that had an exhibition of Kieron Williamson and other landscape painters that I like. But all too expensive. I like realistic landscapes, even a bit impressionist, but real.
Lots of people don't understand what they call modern art just as lots of people don't understand contemporary music, dance and literature. If they were interested in it and studied it they might find it fascinating - but if they don't that's fine too.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
I enjoyed a trawl through Mr B's collection. Very diverse. I'd love to have known his thought process each time he made a purchase, although I expect he bought a few without realising
I liked his comment about 'the head' - he wanted to sound like how it looked
I liked the Victor Pasmore abstract. Just don't have the bank balance...
Hope you're nice and cosy Clari!
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Well..... I got away with it. Not much comment on the lack of progress.
" Oh, it's been a lot trickier than usual this year " seems to have covered it.
Virtually any story relating to WW1 has me in tears. Diaries, letter, anything at all really.