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Last summer's storm is still in evidence on this section of Glen Lake, which took the brunt of the winds.
A Goldfinch having a meal on the Sunflower hearts in the garden feeder, ideal for protection from the local Birds of Prey !
Some of you may remember a similar workshop flood last year. Unable to do very much to prevent it happening again I had lifted a lot of stuff off the floor onto wooden pallets so it wasn't a complete disaster but quite a bit of stuff had found it's way back to ground level again during the summer.
They called the landy Boris, after the Mayor of London, on account of it being blue with a blonde top and somewhat unpredicatable.
To this day I still don't know how we managed to add in Emma, young son and even more stuff and still make it to Split. It was cosy to say the least.
Things got truly comic when we met up with Den. Dumped all their stuff on the quayside and waved goodbye as they waited for their ferry.
We enjoy a glut of most Citrus fruits as they come into season over the Christmas period. Typical English breakfast marmalade isn't a winner with the locals and you just can't buy it in the shops. So we make our own.
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Supported with the other section of barrel, wire stays and bricks, the cast iron flue was attached to steel flues that are used as standard in many montenegro homes with wood burning stoves.
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They dug a hole and sunk a section of old oil drum into the ground and used lengths of re-enforcing bar as a support platform for the work. An old cast iron pipe was part buried and joined to the barel to act as a flue to a chimney.
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Hattie explained that she always created a small random icon like piece for every firing she did. She called it the kiln god who's mission was to safegaurd the rest of the pieces in the kiln during the firing.
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it has been a lonely road. days race by and not a single moment when i wasn't wishing for someone to just be there with me. honest, these are honest words. lately my goal has simply been to pull myself together. nothing much, nothing really.
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All we needed to do now was to keep the fire as hot as possible for at least 6 hours.
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One of the biggest developments in Montenegro is a multi million pound luxury marina at Porto Montenegro in Tivat. This no expense spared development does not come without waste. These stone cobbles were laid along some of the quays but dug up and discarded when they realised that the rich and beautiful might find difficulty walking on them in their designer shoes. Big thanks due to the Marina manager, a good friend of ours, who paved a way (groan) for us to collect them for free. The plan is to use them as a floor for an outdoor eating area. Not many stilletoes worn in Camp Full Monte so they'll be perfect.
Well that's it for this upload which begins here. Early summer pictures to follow soon.
They'd been travelling light on a very tight budget. Not always compatible with three sqaure meals a day. Needless to say Den's meals went down a treat.
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Having extra volunteers on site also helped create a welcoming atmosphere during the early part of the season when there were fewer guests around. I'm sure these guests would soon have got a bit bored with only the company of Den and I.
Made with parts laying around. Opto-isolated safe sync. 400V 10 Amps peak.
The Safe sync can be unplugged and the "FS1100" adapter returns to a normal modern flash adapter.
You can find the schematic over at http://flickr.com/photos/oid-w/2973571741/
Just uploading this image so I can link to it as an avatar on fordtransit.org a totally brilliant transit van owners forum where I hope the members of same will be able to help me cure Tranny's diesel leak.
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A most enjoyable Cornwall Flickr Users Group meet this morning, with excellent company and even a bit of sunshine! This was my favourite shot of the day, a timeless view of the harbour close to high tide.
I've only recently come to realise that my "how hard can it be" attitude to tackling a huge range of jobs on site is undoubtedly thanks to my father who from the moment I was old enough ensured I "helped" him with jobs he took on around the house. In the main I hated it, even from a young age our working styles were clearly very different and we invariably ended up arguing. For the first time in my 51 years of life it seemed like we finally understood our differences when working together. Quite an epiphany.