The Bourse is one of my very favourite urban views. Well done archtitect. Shortly after this, we saw a really very rare pillar box on King Street - I won't publish a picture so that later visitors can have the excitement of seeing it for the first time.
The International Pool is now simply the canopy roof: below it a number of JCBs are playing some sort of game. There is a window aperture through which mortals [us] are allowed to watch.
J and J especially liked the spooky tunnel, I think. But who wouldn't, eh? 2 marks available to anyone who knows where the bottom picture is actually taken.
This is Low Hall Mill (see the carved name at the head of the arch) and it says rather more to me about Holbeck than the chintzy part just down the road.
Jen (or Jessie ... ) - it wasn't meant to be this unflattering.
Coffee is the #1 product in Ethiopia. I know these beans are FairTrde as the farmer pushed them up my nose when the car stopped in his village. The bag cost Birr20 - a quid - and would have cost 60 in Addis.
Note that the beans are - err - unprocessed.
Here you winess me roasting the beans according to careful instructions given in Ethiopia. I know I did it right as I asked 3 people and they told me 3 different things.
In the background, you see Normandy Pork in preparation.
And then you grind 'em up.
Suffice to say this did not work AT ALL - there was a subsequent messy phase with a pestle & mortar that you can imagine.
Et voila.
This fairly transparently (pun) didn't work, but it does provide a benchmark of sorts. If I ever get a cup of something remotely like coffee, I'll certianly let you know.
It is the season of plenty as the harvest commences.
Note these onions are not exactly big and God's Almighty Hand obviously had something else to do this year. I will leave the others in the ground a little longer to see what happens.
There is, at this end, a slight suspicion that there will be a leek harvest. Watch this space.
OK, so only 3 bean plants actually grew, but they seem to be making up for it a bit. Ludmilla and I will share two beans on - I anticipate - Thursday.
As anticipated, nothing will stop the strawberries growing.
The bike is fettled and ready to go to Wales next Saturday.
Shall we hope that the weather is better than today?
Although it is an endless and largely unsuccessful battle against the birds and slugs.
Les poireaux.
La laitue.
Les betteraves.
Notice how much space there is in the bed. This is because there is only at most one person in it (albeit a big one).
I have only half reloaded it so it is too early to judge success, or not.
M and C enquired after the trees, & I pointed out they were a little young to bear prodcue.
"But no!", quoth M.
Just think, Anya. Your grandfather, your great-grandfather and all your ancestors owned serfs, they owned human souls. Don't you see that from every cherry-tree in the orchard, from every leaf and every trunk, men and women are gazing at you?
Actually, it doesn't look quite like this.
They may be pictorial.
They may not be surprising.
