Journal: Eye on the Weather.
Want to know the weather forecast or extended forecast in NZ? Try this site. http://www.fencepost.com/home.jhtml
Best to join the site to get the full weather details. Its free and safe from spam, etc. The site belongs to Fonterra, which is the amalgamation of all the Dairy Boards in NZ and now a private company. Known as the farmer's friend.Tip... best to log in with an NZ postal address, not ours, ours is in use. The site is really set up for farmers only.
Monday, May 30, 2005
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Journal: A Foggy Day in Huntly Town
If you know the song that should be "A Foggy Day in London Town" sung by Frank Sinatra, Judy Garland and others but lately by Michael Buble.
Fog this morning and I could only see down to Dr. Willoughby's house just down from us first thing. It is now approaching Tiffin and the fog has risen slightly. No walk round the lake this morning although I have been out in the fog before. I can see the edge of the lake undergrowth but nothing on the lake is visible yet.
We haven't had a thick fog for a long time now although they used to be common in winter many years ago. Temperature is presently 12 C. and not a trace of a breeze.
A foggy day in London Town
Had me low and had me down
I viewed the morning with alarm
The British Museum had lost its charm
How long, I wondered, could this thing last?
But the age of miracles hadn't passed,
For, suddenly, I saw you there
And through foggy London Town
The sun was shining everywhere.
If you know the song that should be "A Foggy Day in London Town" sung by Frank Sinatra, Judy Garland and others but lately by Michael Buble.
Fog this morning and I could only see down to Dr. Willoughby's house just down from us first thing. It is now approaching Tiffin and the fog has risen slightly. No walk round the lake this morning although I have been out in the fog before. I can see the edge of the lake undergrowth but nothing on the lake is visible yet.
We haven't had a thick fog for a long time now although they used to be common in winter many years ago. Temperature is presently 12 C. and not a trace of a breeze.
A foggy day in London Town
Had me low and had me down
I viewed the morning with alarm
The British Museum had lost its charm
How long, I wondered, could this thing last?
But the age of miracles hadn't passed,
For, suddenly, I saw you there
And through foggy London Town
The sun was shining everywhere.
Monday, May 23, 2005
Journal: A Special Day.
It was our 45th wedding anniversary on Sunday the 21st of May. We didn't tell anyone until the day was over. Pat made a special dinner for the 2 of us and we toasted with a glass of wine.
We remembered those days long gone and our life together. I still love Pat as much as I did then, perhaps more so. She was then just turned 21 and I was 26.
I better post this before I tear it up.
It was our 45th wedding anniversary on Sunday the 21st of May. We didn't tell anyone until the day was over. Pat made a special dinner for the 2 of us and we toasted with a glass of wine.
We remembered those days long gone and our life together. I still love Pat as much as I did then, perhaps more so. She was then just turned 21 and I was 26.
I better post this before I tear it up.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Journal: Rain, Rain.
We have our rain at long last and our long standing drought is over. For 4 days now we have had rain at sometime during the day, mainly at night-time and a few showers during the day.
Many years ago when Gillian and Ian were small I cut a path on the steep slopes of our section going in a semi-circle below where we dumped our garden refuse. Over the many years the path became eroded by rain on the steep slope and a succession of pet goats we kept on a running line to keep the undergrowth in check. The biggest problem was the goat of the moment, stretching and pulling to reach that dainty, leafy morsel of just out of reach and scrabbling the soil down with its forefeet. Slowly the path I had cut disappeared.
Now that the rain has soaked into the parched soil I have cut a new path which was suprisingly easy. Most of the eroded soil was loose and was the remnants of our 39 years of garden waste.
The rain has not been kind to some people. On the east side of the lower Coromandel coast from Tauranga and further down the rain has caused a lot of damage to hillside homes, some being washed off their bases or moved off by mud and rock movement from the upper slopes. Some homes have been left teetering on the edge of veritable, newly formed cliffs.
The worst hit was the small town of Matata south of Tauranga. Many, many homes have been damaged and many have been condemned as irreparable. Houses, cars and larger vehicles swept away, then buried in the mud. The shots on the TV news was just like the tsunami shots of the recent earthquake.
The rain we got was minor in comparison. The storm came from the Pacific Tropics. It hasn't finished yet but the worst is probably over.
We have our rain at long last and our long standing drought is over. For 4 days now we have had rain at sometime during the day, mainly at night-time and a few showers during the day.
Many years ago when Gillian and Ian were small I cut a path on the steep slopes of our section going in a semi-circle below where we dumped our garden refuse. Over the many years the path became eroded by rain on the steep slope and a succession of pet goats we kept on a running line to keep the undergrowth in check. The biggest problem was the goat of the moment, stretching and pulling to reach that dainty, leafy morsel of just out of reach and scrabbling the soil down with its forefeet. Slowly the path I had cut disappeared.
Now that the rain has soaked into the parched soil I have cut a new path which was suprisingly easy. Most of the eroded soil was loose and was the remnants of our 39 years of garden waste.
The rain has not been kind to some people. On the east side of the lower Coromandel coast from Tauranga and further down the rain has caused a lot of damage to hillside homes, some being washed off their bases or moved off by mud and rock movement from the upper slopes. Some homes have been left teetering on the edge of veritable, newly formed cliffs.
The worst hit was the small town of Matata south of Tauranga. Many, many homes have been damaged and many have been condemned as irreparable. Houses, cars and larger vehicles swept away, then buried in the mud. The shots on the TV news was just like the tsunami shots of the recent earthquake.
The rain we got was minor in comparison. The storm came from the Pacific Tropics. It hasn't finished yet but the worst is probably over.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Journal: My Sense of Humour.
It was tickled a little by this. Do you know Robert Banks from Bristol?
Origin of new British Museum exhibit looks a bit wobbly
By Nigel Reynolds, Arts Correspondent(Filed: 19/05/2005)
Visitors to the British Museum unfamiliar with the date of the wheel's invention may have been puzzled by a primitive painting in the Roman Britain gallery this week, showing a caveman pushing a supermarket trolley.
The earliest recorded wheels, as every schoolboy knows, are from Mesopotamia around 5,500 years ago. Trolleys were first used in the Piggly-Wiggly Supermarket chain [really], Oklahoma City, in 1937. The bizarre exhibit, stuck to a wall with double-sided tape and labelled "Early Man Goes to Market" was, of course, a hoax.
The British Museum had fallen victim to Banksy, Britain's most notorious and inventive "art terrorist" who specialises in sticking fake objects to the walls of major galleries and museums and waiting to see how long it takes for curators to notice.
Embarrassingly for the British Museum, it may have been several days.
Banksy announced on his website at lunchtime yesterday that "Early Man", painted on a piece of rock 10in by 6in found in Peckham, had "remained in the collection [the BM] for quite some time".
He announced a treasure hunt, saying that the first person to photograph him or herself next to it would win an original Banksy painting of a shopping trolley.
Alerted, museum staff quickly found the rock in Gallery 41 at 3.45pm but admitted that they had no idea how long it had been there.
Banksy, who calls himself a graffiti artist, has pulled similar stunts to mock the art world at Tate Britain, the Natural History Museum and major galleries in New York in the last few years.
He has attempted to remain anonymous - in interviews he has said that the police have several warrants out for him - but he is believed to be Robert Banks, aged about 30, from Bristol.
It was tickled a little by this. Do you know Robert Banks from Bristol?
Origin of new British Museum exhibit looks a bit wobbly
By Nigel Reynolds, Arts Correspondent(Filed: 19/05/2005)
Visitors to the British Museum unfamiliar with the date of the wheel's invention may have been puzzled by a primitive painting in the Roman Britain gallery this week, showing a caveman pushing a supermarket trolley.
The earliest recorded wheels, as every schoolboy knows, are from Mesopotamia around 5,500 years ago. Trolleys were first used in the Piggly-Wiggly Supermarket chain [really], Oklahoma City, in 1937. The bizarre exhibit, stuck to a wall with double-sided tape and labelled "Early Man Goes to Market" was, of course, a hoax.
The British Museum had fallen victim to Banksy, Britain's most notorious and inventive "art terrorist" who specialises in sticking fake objects to the walls of major galleries and museums and waiting to see how long it takes for curators to notice.
Embarrassingly for the British Museum, it may have been several days.
Banksy announced on his website at lunchtime yesterday that "Early Man", painted on a piece of rock 10in by 6in found in Peckham, had "remained in the collection [the BM] for quite some time".
He announced a treasure hunt, saying that the first person to photograph him or herself next to it would win an original Banksy painting of a shopping trolley.
Alerted, museum staff quickly found the rock in Gallery 41 at 3.45pm but admitted that they had no idea how long it had been there.
Banksy, who calls himself a graffiti artist, has pulled similar stunts to mock the art world at Tate Britain, the Natural History Museum and major galleries in New York in the last few years.
He has attempted to remain anonymous - in interviews he has said that the police have several warrants out for him - but he is believed to be Robert Banks, aged about 30, from Bristol.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Journal: Visitors
Gillian and Paul came to stay on Saturday arriving here at 9.30 a.m., an early start. Ashlee came to stay also but she arrived on Friday night. Gillian wanted to pick up 2 expensive rings which she had had altered and also look at one or two houses in Hamilton again. She wasn't very forthcoming about what was on offer. Paul is not at all keen to obtain another house. So we didn't ask any questions. They stayed the night with us and went into Hamilton again on Sunday.
Caitlin didn't come with them. On Saturday she had a school netball game, in Thames I think and on Sunday she was to act as a patient for St. John Ambulance Brigade to practise their skills. Plenty of bandages, fake wounds and blood. Come to think of it it may have been a competition. Caitlin is a junior member of St. John.
We have had 2 nights of rain, which was welcome with showers during the day. We still need more. Quite a bit of wind, too. The remains of a tropical storm up in the Pacific.
I am now back into my weblog "OldEric, my funny motto". I've written 2 pieces so far and feel quite enthusiastic again.
We are thinking seriously of getting broadband. The local power company Genesis Energy is offering a discounted service to consumers only. If we give up one of our 2 phone lines it will only cost $20 per month more than our existing dial up account. Set up fee and modem etc is $250. Thinking that one over.
Gillian and Paul came to stay on Saturday arriving here at 9.30 a.m., an early start. Ashlee came to stay also but she arrived on Friday night. Gillian wanted to pick up 2 expensive rings which she had had altered and also look at one or two houses in Hamilton again. She wasn't very forthcoming about what was on offer. Paul is not at all keen to obtain another house. So we didn't ask any questions. They stayed the night with us and went into Hamilton again on Sunday.
Caitlin didn't come with them. On Saturday she had a school netball game, in Thames I think and on Sunday she was to act as a patient for St. John Ambulance Brigade to practise their skills. Plenty of bandages, fake wounds and blood. Come to think of it it may have been a competition. Caitlin is a junior member of St. John.
We have had 2 nights of rain, which was welcome with showers during the day. We still need more. Quite a bit of wind, too. The remains of a tropical storm up in the Pacific.
I am now back into my weblog "OldEric, my funny motto". I've written 2 pieces so far and feel quite enthusiastic again.
We are thinking seriously of getting broadband. The local power company Genesis Energy is offering a discounted service to consumers only. If we give up one of our 2 phone lines it will only cost $20 per month more than our existing dial up account. Set up fee and modem etc is $250. Thinking that one over.
Friday, May 13, 2005
Journal: Lake Walk and the Caravan Park
Friday the 13th, some consider it an unlucky day. I'm not very superstitious and I will walk under ladders but look first to see if it is safe... no paint pots!
I had my morning walk round our lake again this morning. The early morning temperature was 11C. and so I just had my pullover on. Towards the end of the walk I pass through the caravan park which belongs to the County Council. A pretty place on the lake edge with well kept trees and shrubs , the grass neatly mowed to lawn length.
The park is used regularly by tourists in camper vans or cycling as a nightly stopover and some stay a few days. Like many caravan parks there is a semi-permanent clientèle of all persuasions, a few homeless hiring a caravan, some working in the area during the week and then home at the weekends, some staying a few weeks or months and then moving on to pastures new.
Then there are the few are who are to all intent permanent with homemade awnings, floors and small gardens and patios. To these the council has turned a blind eye to the length of stay rules over the years. Recently these permanent and semi-permanents have been given their marching orders, a date set for next month, June. The council wants to redevelop the area; beautify it further in line with the lake walkway and park layout plan.
A number of the near permanents have old converted buses and some of the others, 28 foot dual wheeler caravans. When the local paper interviewed the permanents one said he had been permanent for 11 years. and this was his home. I know for a fact that at least one of the buses with permanent awning, patio and garden which sports a six foot tree-tomato tree laden with fruit has been resident here at least 15 years, since I began walking the area in 1990 and he looked very permanent even then.
Each morning as I pass through the park I wonder: will the old bus ever go again when the try and fire up its engine, will its wheels turn, are its tyres perished? Or will it have to be towed away or transported? A few other long-timers also probably fit into the tow away catagory, too. I wonder also where will they go? Who will have them? Their trauma presently must be intense.
Unlike the British Isles there are strict laws against squatting on private land or council owned land too, for that matter. Travellers would get short-shift with New Zealand laws. My mind boggles when I read of the antics of travellers in the Daily Telegraph newspaper.
Well I thought, I'm glad who I am, what I am and where I am. Any trauma I may have is negligible compared to some of these people.
Friday the 13th, some consider it an unlucky day. I'm not very superstitious and I will walk under ladders but look first to see if it is safe... no paint pots!
I had my morning walk round our lake again this morning. The early morning temperature was 11C. and so I just had my pullover on. Towards the end of the walk I pass through the caravan park which belongs to the County Council. A pretty place on the lake edge with well kept trees and shrubs , the grass neatly mowed to lawn length.
The park is used regularly by tourists in camper vans or cycling as a nightly stopover and some stay a few days. Like many caravan parks there is a semi-permanent clientèle of all persuasions, a few homeless hiring a caravan, some working in the area during the week and then home at the weekends, some staying a few weeks or months and then moving on to pastures new.
Then there are the few are who are to all intent permanent with homemade awnings, floors and small gardens and patios. To these the council has turned a blind eye to the length of stay rules over the years. Recently these permanent and semi-permanents have been given their marching orders, a date set for next month, June. The council wants to redevelop the area; beautify it further in line with the lake walkway and park layout plan.
A number of the near permanents have old converted buses and some of the others, 28 foot dual wheeler caravans. When the local paper interviewed the permanents one said he had been permanent for 11 years. and this was his home. I know for a fact that at least one of the buses with permanent awning, patio and garden which sports a six foot tree-tomato tree laden with fruit has been resident here at least 15 years, since I began walking the area in 1990 and he looked very permanent even then.
Each morning as I pass through the park I wonder: will the old bus ever go again when the try and fire up its engine, will its wheels turn, are its tyres perished? Or will it have to be towed away or transported? A few other long-timers also probably fit into the tow away catagory, too. I wonder also where will they go? Who will have them? Their trauma presently must be intense.
Unlike the British Isles there are strict laws against squatting on private land or council owned land too, for that matter. Travellers would get short-shift with New Zealand laws. My mind boggles when I read of the antics of travellers in the Daily Telegraph newspaper.
Well I thought, I'm glad who I am, what I am and where I am. Any trauma I may have is negligible compared to some of these people.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Journal. Wednesday Happenings.
Pat went down town this afternoon, did her High Street shopping and then drove to the supermarket via Bell Crossing. She rang me on her cell phone and was most indignant. She was stopped at Bell Crossing and breath tested by the Police at 3 p.m. in the afternoon. I laughed and laughed and asked "erratic driving"? She became more indignant.
Reminds me. The 2 retired nuns who live 2 houses from us were breath tested close to Xmas a few years ago on their way home after leaving an out of town church service.
The Garden. A big rat is living in one of my compost bins. I see his burrow each time I open the bin lid. Each time I put in more grass clipping, the hole gets covered up and each time he digs his way upwards again. I think I will leave him in there. He is doing a good job chewing everything up including the grass clippings. He can get out if he wants to, the way he got in... via the bottom.
Hurrah, it is raining this afternoon, unfortunately it probably will not last long. I didn't bother to stop my water sprinkler. The plants on the lower section have been hanging their heads. The drought period is 4 months old now. With a little rain during that time.
Monday, May 09, 2005
Journal. Mother's Day and other Things
Yesterday Pat was invited to Anthony's in Hamilton for Mother's Day. We both went for lunch and stayed for the afternoon. Anthony put on a good spread for us and during the afternoon we talked of many things and looked over his newly acquired house once more. We both enjoyed the afternoon and didn't want our evening dinner on our return home so we settled for scrambled eggs... genuine free range with deep yellow/orange yokes.
After 5 weeks the house now looks lived in... a home and it has the beginnings of a personality. I forgot to take my camera but we will be in again shortly and take some pix.
Today we were in Hamilton once more to pick up Pat's repaired computer... a faulty hard drive under guarantee. They managed to recover all data and programs fortunately. Pat kicked her self, an unread text message had been sitting on her cell phone to tell her that it was now repaired, since the previous day. We could have called in and collected it yesterday.
We came straight home again and I spent the rest of the morning reinstalling the computer. Pat is now as happy as Larry. Who was Larry??
Gillian is going to drag the reluctant Paul across from Whitianga this coming weekend to look at houses she has selected. She has one particular one in mind, that is if it hasn't been sold.
New Subdivision
I was clearing weed down the bottom of our section last Saturday. A track has been cut in the swamp bush below our house from one side to the other by the new sub-division people. It comes out at the bottom of our land by the steel paddock gate. Looking down the bottom of our land, the bottom fence has a survey marker post hammered in. A metre from our fence.
I wonder if it is their intention to clear the swamp bush from this point and up towards Raynor Rd. A total of 12 sections of the first phase have been sold already. No roads yet and the developers are still doing the earthworks. The title to the new sections will not be through until the coming Sept. or Oct.
Yesterday Pat was invited to Anthony's in Hamilton for Mother's Day. We both went for lunch and stayed for the afternoon. Anthony put on a good spread for us and during the afternoon we talked of many things and looked over his newly acquired house once more. We both enjoyed the afternoon and didn't want our evening dinner on our return home so we settled for scrambled eggs... genuine free range with deep yellow/orange yokes.
After 5 weeks the house now looks lived in... a home and it has the beginnings of a personality. I forgot to take my camera but we will be in again shortly and take some pix.
Today we were in Hamilton once more to pick up Pat's repaired computer... a faulty hard drive under guarantee. They managed to recover all data and programs fortunately. Pat kicked her self, an unread text message had been sitting on her cell phone to tell her that it was now repaired, since the previous day. We could have called in and collected it yesterday.
We came straight home again and I spent the rest of the morning reinstalling the computer. Pat is now as happy as Larry. Who was Larry??
Gillian is going to drag the reluctant Paul across from Whitianga this coming weekend to look at houses she has selected. She has one particular one in mind, that is if it hasn't been sold.
New Subdivision
I was clearing weed down the bottom of our section last Saturday. A track has been cut in the swamp bush below our house from one side to the other by the new sub-division people. It comes out at the bottom of our land by the steel paddock gate. Looking down the bottom of our land, the bottom fence has a survey marker post hammered in. A metre from our fence.
I wonder if it is their intention to clear the swamp bush from this point and up towards Raynor Rd. A total of 12 sections of the first phase have been sold already. No roads yet and the developers are still doing the earthworks. The title to the new sections will not be through until the coming Sept. or Oct.
Friday, May 06, 2005
Journal. The Lake once more.
Again this morning I completed my morning walk round our lake and even after the 2.63 km. trek I felt I could have completed another round. The air was so clear and fresh with little humidity, much different to the sometimes humid mornings in mid summer when my legs at the three quarters point didn't want to go any further.
The lake was alive with wildfowl. Tomorrow was the first day of the shooting season. For the past week or two hunters had been erecting or repairing their maimai's (hides). The old timers among the wildlife knew this was a sign to head for the safety of our lake, a wildlife refuge. Ducks of many types gathered along with Canada Geese, Black Swan and more.
I left late this morning... 7.30 a.m. so that I could call in at the medical centre to have my monthly blood test taken and then home for breakfast.
Journal. Happenings here in 2004... so far.
Our Summer drought period stated in mid January first with a constant drying wind followed by constant sun and further drying winds. We had some rain to date but not enough to solve our drought problems.
The long range forecast for our winter period... usually accurate informs us that winter will be mild, often sunny, little frost, moderate rains and it seems an early spring. I hope so.
From April 1st, Anthony became a house owner. We helped him to shift his possession from his last flat of 5 years. I was left wondering, how did he crammed all his possessions into that small flat?
Tahlia is now a student at Wintec... Waikato Institute of Technology and she seems to have settled in well. Still untidy, I believe!
Ashlee has commenced in the 5th form this year at Sacred Heart but is giving Gillian a few worries. Scholastically, doing reasonably well but she does have a 15 year olds' blues, hormones are racing.
Caitlin, the lucky one, at least that is what I think of her as. She goes from strength to strength. After her 1st term in Form 1 she has been moved up into a mixed Form 1/2 class and already making her mark according to Gillian's' phone call this morning.
Gillian is keen to move back to Hamilton. To be nearer her girls I think. Well they are Paul's too, but that is how I think of them. Gillian usually makes the plans and then converts Paul to her way of thinking. Her plan is to buy a home in Hamilton and retain the house in Whitianga. Watch this space!
Pat remains immersed in the local church and Huntly Bird Club of which she is still president. She tries to cut down her committee work in both organisations without much success.
For me my day does not change much, an early morning walk round the lake, 3.62kms then breakfast at 8a.m. followed by a morning in the garden and greenhouse. Afternoon brings varied things... the computer, odd jobs or some reading. Evening brings either TV or computing or both together. The days are at times broken with a trip to Hamilton, Whitianga or?? How dull! And often the question "what day of the week is it, Tuesday or is it Friday?". Well not quite as bad as that.
Our Summer drought period stated in mid January first with a constant drying wind followed by constant sun and further drying winds. We had some rain to date but not enough to solve our drought problems.
The long range forecast for our winter period... usually accurate informs us that winter will be mild, often sunny, little frost, moderate rains and it seems an early spring. I hope so.
From April 1st, Anthony became a house owner. We helped him to shift his possession from his last flat of 5 years. I was left wondering, how did he crammed all his possessions into that small flat?
Tahlia is now a student at Wintec... Waikato Institute of Technology and she seems to have settled in well. Still untidy, I believe!
Ashlee has commenced in the 5th form this year at Sacred Heart but is giving Gillian a few worries. Scholastically, doing reasonably well but she does have a 15 year olds' blues, hormones are racing.
Caitlin, the lucky one, at least that is what I think of her as. She goes from strength to strength. After her 1st term in Form 1 she has been moved up into a mixed Form 1/2 class and already making her mark according to Gillian's' phone call this morning.
Gillian is keen to move back to Hamilton. To be nearer her girls I think. Well they are Paul's too, but that is how I think of them. Gillian usually makes the plans and then converts Paul to her way of thinking. Her plan is to buy a home in Hamilton and retain the house in Whitianga. Watch this space!
Pat remains immersed in the local church and Huntly Bird Club of which she is still president. She tries to cut down her committee work in both organisations without much success.
For me my day does not change much, an early morning walk round the lake, 3.62kms then breakfast at 8a.m. followed by a morning in the garden and greenhouse. Afternoon brings varied things... the computer, odd jobs or some reading. Evening brings either TV or computing or both together. The days are at times broken with a trip to Hamilton, Whitianga or?? How dull! And often the question "what day of the week is it, Tuesday or is it Friday?". Well not quite as bad as that.
Journal. Recent Thoughts.
In the past few days I have been toying with the idea of recommencing my life story. I always intended to return to it but I didn't think the lapse would last as long as I had imagined. An email popped up out of the blue from my past life, my time in Cyprus and it made me sit down and think.
Since early December 2004 I have had my head buried in the Trainz Sim, a very steep learning curve and I'm just coming up for air, so to speak. I now know most of the rudiments of route building and I have started my first route... Swindon to Bath. Just a coincidence that Ian and Vicky should live in that part of the woods. The West Country has always facinated me since I spent time down there centred on Calne in my early 20s.
Now that I will be spending only a few hours a week on Trainz, my thoughts turned to back to my paused life storey and putting the finishing touches to my other journal 'Travel Journal 2003" which is nearly completed.
It will take a few days to marshall my thoughts to continue "OldEric my funny motto".
In the past few days I have been toying with the idea of recommencing my life story. I always intended to return to it but I didn't think the lapse would last as long as I had imagined. An email popped up out of the blue from my past life, my time in Cyprus and it made me sit down and think.
Since early December 2004 I have had my head buried in the Trainz Sim, a very steep learning curve and I'm just coming up for air, so to speak. I now know most of the rudiments of route building and I have started my first route... Swindon to Bath. Just a coincidence that Ian and Vicky should live in that part of the woods. The West Country has always facinated me since I spent time down there centred on Calne in my early 20s.
Now that I will be spending only a few hours a week on Trainz, my thoughts turned to back to my paused life storey and putting the finishing touches to my other journal 'Travel Journal 2003" which is nearly completed.
It will take a few days to marshall my thoughts to continue "OldEric my funny motto".
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