Good morning all you happy forumers, another warm but breezy day in central Queensland.
Prefer a still day because the wind plays havoc with fuel consumption when you are towing. Easy drive, only overtook one caravan (they are mostly heading in the opposite direction to me) and a couple of road trains.
Another Wedge Tail on the road feeding, will see if I can find a shot on my dash cam to post
Morning all – another sunny start to the day, although showers are forecast for later (it is a Bank Holiday so can’t expect anything else!)
Well, yesterday started with some sun but soon changed to an absolute deluge – my patio turned into a small pond, I half expected ducks to arrive and start swimming – even the lawn was water logged!
Having problems getting into the Jeffrey Deaver book I started on Saturday – is very disjointed and I am having problems following the different characters (or it could be my brain cells gradually dying off!). Another book is due to be delivered today, but I will persevere with the current one. I rarely give up on books, except once one written by Richard Osman – so badly written I feel reading it should be used as some sort of punishment!
Today is the annual Cheese Rolling event. For those who are unaware, it is an event held on Coopers Hill in Gloucester where competitors chase a 3kg Double Gloucester cheese rolling down the very steep 180m hill, despite there being injuries, including broken bones, every year from people falling while running down the hill, some even being knocked unconscious, many return to take part every year! Further proof that some Brits are totally mad! Will I be taking part? Are you all familiar with the phrase “fat chance”! Of course, Health and Safety have raised concerns but so far have failed to stop the event.
Take care – have a great day whatever you are planning
Good morning from the beaches and estuaries of northern Florida!
It’s a pleasure to read that all is right with the eagle, duck, and soon-to-be frog world!
It’s Memorial Day here, and my sister sent this photo of the small farming community in Kansas where my dad grew up. Each flag in the town cemetery represents a member of the town who served in the military and has passed away. The custom was started after WWI, and it is a humbling and beautiful sight. I know you all have your own special days to remember the fallen and thought I would share ours:
Growing-up I kept Florida Anoles, and to this day remain fascinated by the reptiles of Florida. I’ve only landed in the US briefly en-route to Great Exuma where I was planning to buy some beach but I bottled it.
Never forget indeed. Mind you Emglish libs hate working class gammons who are the very ones who become soldiers, funny ole world.