Month: September 2018

Black Robe

There is usually a fair bit of variety here, the idea being to encourage you to log on tomorrow when there might be something more interesting, so today you have every right to feel aggrieved. Only last month there was a post, Douglas, about acclaimed cinematographer Dougie Slocombe and now here’s another distinguished man-behind-the-camera.

Questions But No Answers

Walking in the woods yesterday I found this semi-circular stone edifice. It is on an outcrop high above the river Aveyron. Could it have provided shelter for a look-out or a forester? It is about the same size as the WW II pillboxes you see in England.

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Two Masses

The hunting season has opened in the Tarn and on Sunday morning local sportsmen were out in pursuit of deer and boar (sangliers). Not a good day to be out walking in the woods with Reggie.

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Exekias: Painter and Potter

When I arrived at Garrhan in the Tarn on Friday evening I was first greeted by Reggie. We performed a ritual that was already established in the 6th century BC.

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Gaucho

Investec winces at being called a stock broker, it prefers to be known as a wealth manager – how common. It is perhaps not surprising that this financial services behemoth sponsors sporting events including the Epsom Derby.

Today & Yesterday

The beauty parlour that closed at the end of last year remains vacant and now Paperchase, that opened in March 2016, has closed too.

Plogging Party

Are you up for a Plogging Party? It’s in Sullakki, 28th – 30th September. I cannot go but if you are interested you can read about it here. 

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Quarkini

Forgive me, for I have sinned; sins of omission are my special weakness. Earlier this summer I moaned about the bus replacement service after Ariadne auf Naxos at Longborough. You were entitled to think that I was on that bus when the reality is that I went back with my host in an ultra-comfy BMW.

Slovenian Rhapsody

Another day, another walk to Richmond. It was high water so no wildlife to see on the foreshore. It was Monday morning so some litter left by picknickers after a warm and sunny weekend. Home in time for a shower, a swift weak G&T and tube transfer to Sloane Square for a lunchtime chamber music… Continue reading Slovenian Rhapsody

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Daydream

“They seek him here, they seek him there Those Frenchies seek him everywhere Is he in heaven or is he in hell? That demned elusive Pimpernel”