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Love your 'horsey' comments and you made me laugh dmb! I totally agree with you GG re Tina's clown experience - does anyone else think clowns are horrible not funny? One of my work colleagues hates them. Did your hair recover Tina?
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AT LONG LAST I can get a word in ,Why is it that some not all, infrequent users ask how do you do this or that The BBC bless their hearts , have provided at the top of the page HOW to lot of info can;t go wrong , Derek woof woof
AT LONG LAST I can get a word in ,Why is it that some not all, infrequent users ask how do you do this or that The BBC bless their hearts , have provided at the top of the page HOW to lot of info can;t go wrong ,
Derek woof woof
Hi clogerhead, I too am an infrequent user of this site ... but... I love reading what others like me have discovered and want to know what others like me - want to know.. so to speak. I do watch the BBC gardening programmes and have recorded a few so that I can watch them again ana again to pick up some expert tips. But the nice thing about the gardening forum (for me at least) is reading little gems from gardeners like me who are not experts and are learning new things all the time. Hope this explains why we ask how to do this or that. Cheers
GG one horse is unrideable because she's a bag of nerves when riding out and used to rear, spin and bolt. I'm too old now for that sort of thing. I used to do dressage on her. She would have been the "lookout" horse in a herd, always watching for danger. She's lovely and affectionate when she feels safe, like in the sand school or if I'm on the ground next to her. She's 18 now so I've "retired" her. The other one is very submissive so easy, but she's pretty lively so very responsive, good when one has arthritis! She's the white one.
Must get out now and pot up the 100's of plug plants that have arrived!
The people that live at the back of us keep chickens and the mouse problem has got worse since their arrival (the chickens not the people) Have gone 2 days and no mice. I used to look after my mums dog when she was at work and the dog used to go in th garden and eat the cat pooh. She really wasnt fussy he favourite was foxs followed by horses. Think i would rather cope with the mice. Off into town today and as its market day the loonies will be out. Wish me luck.
Who set me off on this rant???France, the only good thing about it is we have a dirty big stormy Chanel between us and yet now I am told that London has more French people than true Londoners, if France is so good why are they here?I had to cross the North Sea almost on a monthly basis at times and would land in Holland Belgium even Hamburg anywhere but France apart from using the night train from Calais to Austria but then I slept all the way.A week in Paris with Joan turned into a weekend and move on, she thought it dirty noisy and simply mad, she covered her eye's in traffic, so did I and I was driving. We ended that week in a lovely Chateau although she would have gone straight back on the ferry or to her better still Holland, she could nip into Northern France and spend hours in those little craft shops in the lace making area.My Son is winding up the farm and heading for France soon with the horses, I think they are mad but it is their life, he said you can come and stay all winter dad, "what" some of the posters on here say it is colder than England right now, I rest my case.
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Dunno GG - when I was a kid and teenager I was convinced half the workers in the fairground WERE gorillas - certainly the way they chased after my sister incorrand her friends convinced me if not gorilla, perhaps a trace of Neanderthal!
Frank! That is so politically incorrect! I'm amazed you haven't been arrested by the thought police!
AT LONG LAST I can get a word in ,Why is it that some not all, infrequent users ask how do you do this or that The BBC bless their hearts , have provided at the top of the page HOW to lot of info can;t go wrong , Derek woof woof sterelitza wrote
Derek - I hope this puts your comments in perspective. Can we move on now, as, ofcourse, Mature people... and please dont shout at me!
Frank, we once had a fortnight's holiday in Scotland in a caravan in someone's garden. We arrived in a heatwave that broke that night and was followed by 2 weeks of freezing, stormy weather that we had to endure wearing summer clothes. The caravan was not clean and the owner was snobbish , to say the least. I cleaned it. The sun came out but I wasn't wearing my glasses and I missed it. After a week, we decided to leave, although we had paid for a fortnight and went to Edinburgh. That was interesting, though at the time we were too broke to attend any of the events as well as paying for b and b. During the fortnight, we drove miles and miles through heather clad mountains and past rain-drenched lochs (too cold to get out of the car) to find villages that were in capital letters on the map but turned out to have six houses and a vast gift shop. I felt that if I saw another sprig of heather, I would scream. When we finally left Scotland, I wanted to saw it off the end of the British Isles and push it out into the sea! People tell me how wonderful Scotland is and how they love their holidays there and I am incredulous. However, I concede that my experience is probably not tylical and Scotland does have some redeeming features. Looks like you had a simiilar experience of France!
Derek and Cilmeri, kiss and make up!
G/G, Many experiences of France, it was part of Nato at one time and nothing changed my opinion. You can fall in love with a country on sight yet another possibly noted for its beauty or what ever is a no go area. It was not only me, we had some manoeuvres with us representing the East attacking France, my lads wanted to use live ammunition, I had to hide it or they would have.After Germany and Austria France to us was not a clean country and that was not just my opinion.
Live ammunition! I've been tempted myself, but not in France.
Mind you, Britain is not too clean, either. It amazes me how cafe owners can put tables out on the pavement, serve customers there and take their money, yet never, ever wash the pavements.Disgusting! On holiday in Turkey (not the most advanced of countries) the pavements were washed every day.
The toilets were sometimes pretty surprising in France, I will admit, and the French were occasionally quite uninhibited about where they widdled and whether they used the ladies' or the gents! But what about some of the toilets in Greece and the Greek islands! Ugh! Bins overflowing with stinking paper!
Well, after those rants, I'm awfully glad I have never left England. As is said, there's no place like home.
Tina had women walking into the men's in France whilst in full flow, nodding and into a cubicle saying there is a queue at the ladies, how do you dry your trousers after that I ask.G/G Cyprus when I first went there was pretty basic in toilet facilities although not as basic as Africa. The Bay of Naples was once one large sewage pond and our boat sat in it for three days, I did not eat much.The Desert was easy take a trenching tool line up with the perimeter guard and walk out so many paces, make sure you did exactly 180 degree turn remembering it was pitch black and no lights in the Laager, do what was needed and then pace back stop when you had counted the number of steps and shout. It was known for men to step out and never come back as turning slightly the wrong way could send you into the void.Trains from one end of the Canal to the other had a hole in the floor, you could see the track rushing by, "but hey" some of us once lived with earth toilets in the village or up the garden or yard toilets with half or no doors, we could all sing in those days.
Greek toilets were,and are,pretty grim, but I still remember a loo in a rest-room in a village, partly Bedouin, in the middle of the Sinai between Israel and Cairo - it had a tree growing out of the floor, all the tiles buckled and broken, and the top protruding through the roof. The locals then tried to sell us bottled water, most of which were already open, or half empty! Oh the joys of travel and broadening your horizons!
I know a campsite like that, Frank. Stayed there for a week. No one tried to clean it though!
Fairygirl, I don't find clowns scary - I find them tragic. They make me want to cry, not laugh. Norman Wisdom had the same effect on me.
My last caravanning experience of Scotland was a few years. we were up in the highlands and had wonderful weather, then the rains came, the river filled up, I took dog for walk and came back to chaos as the warden had said we had 10mins to clear the site before it was inundated Everyone helped everyone else, awning was thrown into Loo. Sodden dog was thrown into car and we were directed to a rough site - no electricity but clean toilets. Roads had land slides absolute nightmare. While there gas ran out so no hot meal though we did manage to have a hot drink before it went. We knew the caravan battery needed replacing - chose that night to not work and the torch battery went as well.
Hardly slept that night for the sound of the nearby waterfall storming over the rocks.
We retreated to Stirling, topped up the gas, electricity meant the lights worked and other caravanners helped us with the crumpled sodden awning.
Now we always have a wind up torch and radio, Make sure the battery is checked every year and the last visit to Scotland we stayed in a hotel, but we have a hankering to go see the Highlands again
Well, hello Pentillie! You make me feel like calling myself Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch.
It is a village in Wales whose name means "Saint Mary's Church in a hollow of white hazel near the swirling whirlpool of the church of Saint Tysilio with a red cave." Apparently. it is the second longest place name in the world, the longest being a place in New Zealand. However, I think it was a made-up name intended to attract attention on the railway timetables and so get people to visit this place in the back of beyond. Not sure if that is shrewd or silly.
Do you know anything about the origins of the name Pentillie? I know, because I read it earlier, that it is a castle. How did you come to be born there? Cornish is related to Welsh in that they are both Celtic languages. In Welsh, Pen means 'top', as in the top of a mountain or field. That's about the limit of my Welsh, I may say.
Never mind toilets in France or Greece, just hope you never have to go to one in India (except for posh hotels). Stand up ones like France but no toilet paper, just a tap with a tin under it and you're supposed to use your left hand (the right one is for eating)!
Hi, Swiss Sue. I see what you mean!! I have Indian friends who say they never want to return to India, although they were middle class and doing well, because of the dirty conditions in their area.
i have been thinking again about calling myself by that long Welsh name. What would people call me for short?
Rosa, I rather admire the spunk of someone who wants to to back to the highlands for another dose after an experience like that! (I hope I haven't just used a very rude word!! And I don't mean 'highlands'!) BTW, I do realise how utterly bigoted I am being, in case I am about to receive hate male from offended Scots folk... I am joking. Sort of.