A Knight’s Tale (135: Time For Celebration)

We stayed in Port St Charles for several days after Sam’s arrival at the island. This was  because we had had to guess at his arrival time. It was also helpful for us to see some of the other competitors into the harbour. Sam, in particular, wanted to be at the docking area to welcomeContinue reading “A Knight’s Tale (135: Time For Celebration)”

A Knight’s Tale (133: The Official Welcome)

At last Sam arrived into Port St Charles and successfully brought his boat into dock. He sat aboard for a while, preparing himself for his first touch of land for two months. Then came the official welcome of Ken Crutchlow, Secretary of the Ocean Rowing Society, filmed by Dixie, Before doing anything else Sam was required toContinue reading “A Knight’s Tale (133: The Official Welcome)”

A Knight’s Tale (128: Waiting On Barbados, Part 1)

During the few days waiting for Sam to arrive in Port St Charles, Barbados, and afterwards, I took the opportunity to roam the Island with my camera. Jessica, Louisa, and I began our stay in an hotel on the southern tip of the island, some miles from the finishing point, but soon transferred to join Chris,Continue reading “A Knight’s Tale (128: Waiting On Barbados, Part 1)”

Travel Challenge Reveal

The 10 day travel challenge required no explanation of the chosen pictures. Now is the time to elaborate a bit. Day 1 featured a splendid toyshop in, I believe, Monpazier, one of southwest France’s Bastide towns, which I visited with friends Maggie and Mike in September 2003. More about such towns, with photographs, appears inContinue reading “Travel Challenge Reveal”

The Official Welcome

It is clear that William Shakespeare was an Englishman if only because of his song, ‘When That I Was And a Little Tiny Boy’ from ‘Twelfth Night’, the refrain of which is: ‘For the rain it raineth every day’. He knew our weather. Becky and Ian returned home this afternoon, managing safely to negotiate the still disruptedContinue reading “The Official Welcome”

Crossing The Line

Our new granddaughter’s name is Poppy, which we rather like. Although the weather was warmer and sunnier today, Becky’s photograph of Scooby sunning himself in my chair, illustrated the general lack-lustre mood of the still recovering party. It was therefore another good day for scanning colour slides from May 2004, and incidentally reducing the tensionContinue reading “Crossing The Line”