I’ve a strong liking for big rocks, I’ve a strong liking for old postcards, so I was thrilled when I found some old postcards featuring a big rock that I knew well. The Roc Branlant, or the wobbly rock, (no sniggering at the back there, you school boy French speakers) is not far from us, in […]
People often ask me, « Bob, what the hell is that? » pointing to my Sovamag TC10. (Pictured above). Well, I say, back in the 1960s there was this French car builder called André Morin who produced a nice little line in beautifully formed 2-seater sports cars under the brand name Sovam which is an acronym for […]
People often ask me, « Bob, what on earth happened to Russian men of conscription age who were living in Britain during the First World War? » My response is always the same; After the revolution in 1917, Russia withdrew from the war, which meant that any Russian men of a certain age living in Britain suddenly […]
Thinking about your holidays? Thinking about getting away from it all and breathing in those smells and scents of the forest? Thinking about an early morning amble, followed by a paddle in the lake, and then maybe a cosy snooze by the fire? If so, you sound just like our sort of guest…and tell you […]
Technology moves so fast these days, but some things hardly ever change. If, back in the middle ages, you happened to find yourself in want of a new knife, you would fire up ye olde KWWW (Known-World-Wide-Web), start up your favourite siege engine…sorry, I mean search engine and scribe in ‘quality sword and knife makers’. After a few minutes, (obviously, you wouldn’t […]
Yesterday was #CreamCakeTuesday, (it’s my own invention) and so I picked out a couple of fancy-looking puffs from the boulangerie for Bob and me. I chose two ‘Paris-Brest’ and there’s an interesting story behind their name… We all know how the French people love their bikes and are obsessed with the Tour de France, but less […]
Each of our cabins is equipped with its very own raft and I can’t tell you how much I love them. Casting off, paddling up the lake, drifting about, looking up at the sky, crashing into a brambly bank, pushing off again and drifting some more, time can just slip away so easily. It’s not […]
Go out anyway, there’s no such thing as bad weather, only unsuitable clothing. Go to the caves! There’s no such thing as weather in a cave – except the dark, drippy kind. Get out the watercolours and splodge some colour on paper. There’s no such thing as bad art and often rain can help matters. […]
Our region is dotted with many thousands of lakes which, in turn, are home to millions of frogs and toads. At this time of year we are serenaded by them each night. I am not fluent in Frog, so I don’t know exactly what they’re singing about but it’s undoubtedly something about sex and/or property […]
When we first acquired the woods that surround Woodsman’s cabin there were no bluebells growing at all, or rather there might have been, but their blooms would have been hidden under a spiky carpet of chest-high brambles and so, remained unseen. Only once the beastly brambles had been mown out, and then mown out again, and […]
