Sir Clive Woodward In Holetown

We shared an ironing project this morning. This had become rather pressing because we hadn’t done any for the last three weeks.

This afternoon I continued scanning the colour slides from the Barbados trip of May 2004.

Incidentally, one Barbados story celebrating Sam’s epic row is told in ‘Crossword Setters’ Pseudonyms’.

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We were staying at the friendly and hospitable Sugar Cane Club, nestling on palm-girt hills above the sea.

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 the lush hotel grounds

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were invaded each evening by thieving green monkeys,

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while enormous cane toads lurked in the grasses.

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Soon after Sam’s arrival, he, Dixie, and I took a bus to Holetown, where, in a crowded bar we watched, on an overhead screen, a rugby match between England and Wales. I think this must have been a recording of that year’s March Six Nations match which was won by England 31 – 21.

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Sir Clive Woodward, England’s knighted coach, appeared on the wavering screen.

Whilst I was writing this post, our Broadband connection disappeared. Three hours were then occupied waiting to be answered, in conversations with two women in India, then in waiting for calls back. Obviously we are back on line now. I won’t bore you with the details.

This evening we dined on Jackie’s classic sausage casserole. new potatoes, cauliflower, and broccoli, followed by Cornish dairy ice cream and jam tart. Jackie drank Hoegaarden, and I drank Lidl Cote du Rhone 2014.



  1. Any chance that at some point, Jackie would be willing to share some of her recipes? I love the sound of “classic sausage casserole.”

  2. Between very pressing ironing projects and that broadband business, you’ve had the kind of day I do not envy…(.although the helpers in India are usually very patient with my asking them to speak more slowly, please) . I do envy the Lidi Côte du Rhône, however. 🙂

  3. Ironing – pressing – classic! 🙂 I changed ISP simply to get a help desk located in my own country with people speaking in accents I understand and who are informed about local network issues. How big are those cane toads Derrick?

  4. I love the pressing ironing comment! Can toads are such a nuisance in the tropics; here in Australia, I have driven down roads around Cairns and you actually (unavoidably) run over hundreds and hundreds of them…yuck!

  5. I hope you did more ironing while the computer was down 🙂 You were lucky to catch the football match. I remember a holiday in Vanuatu years ago when there was no TV and only a local radio station in pidgin English, my then husband went down to the air strip and accost arrivals to find out the cricket score. What a man.

  6. One never needs to iron – not since Lady Di wore a crumpled-up un-ironed wedding dress in 1981. (And if you’re wearing white you called always call it a cricket crease. Sorry – that last comment was inspired by your pressing pun!)

  7. I have pressing ironing every weekend unless I’ve been on vacation. I like the toads. What’s enormous for a toad? They’re probably big because there’s so much insect life to devour.

  8. Glad the ironing and broadband got straightened out. Some problems are solved seamlessly while others can leave you a bit steamed at times. 🙂

    Somehow, at first my brain did not process the text quickly enough. So the monkeys and palms and wasn’t sure if you were on holidays, had been on holidays or climate change in your neck of the woods had taken a dramatic turn. 😀

    Great post. 🙂

  9. Hi, I have been binge-reading and loving your photographs. Got here via Rosaliene’s mention of your blog. Thank you for being true to your experience as a visitor.
    Also, may I say,respectfully, that I wish you the calming peace of good memories on another anniversary of Jessica’s passing. Beulah

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