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This house stands close the the river bank, but far away enough not to worry about floods. The date stone above the front door reads 1847. The Irish Potato Famine was ongoing, the first Mormons arrived in Utah, New Orleans was hit with a yellow fever epidemic, Sam Colt sold his first revolver to the US government, and Bronte's 'Wuthering Heights' was sent to the publisher.
Sadly, being a private house, I didn't find out if there was honey still for tea.
A reasonably tright crumb for my first 50:50 rye:wholemeal loaf. I included sesame seeds and chia seeds for a bit of interest.
On the right is the 'krunka' apparently. I drizzled it with some olive oil and salt, and ate it for tea. It was not bad.
In the US military an officer who joined as an enlisted man is sometimes called a Mustang.
There have been many notable Mustangs, including Chesty Puller and Chuck Yeager.
The town library is housed in what was originally the fire station, next to what was the town hall and is now the museum.
I don't know how old this lamp is, but it's rather nice, don't you think?
I love the Asian supermarkets in our city. Here's a souvenir of one of my favorite cities; sulfur soap. Bactericidal and gentle in use. For really clean hands. The scent is, predictably, not to everyone's taste.
And a splash of yellow 💛 during these grey days is welcome.
I found a new Eastern European grocers shop the other day. It's fabulous. Here's a smoked mackerel that I'm reheating for tea. Being hot smoked, the fish is already cooked and good to eat; I wanted a hot meal, however.
Some lemon slices and garlic and wrapped in foil, then heated for 10 minutes in the air fryer. The skin just fell away when the foil was removed.
There's been a weekly market at Lancaster since 1193, when the king granted a charter to permit trading.
I look at these every time I am at the sink, washing up or filling the kettle. They are probably the loveliest flowers I have been given. There's something about gypsophila that takes me back to childhood, when I wanted to become a florist when I got older. I wonder how life might have been, had I followed that ambition.
I noticed the name on the side of this tiddly boat. My current phone is a Pixel, so a picture was warranted.
I think I would be tempted to heave the rattly old Petters diesel overboard and replace it with an electric motor and a couple of submarine batteries that could lie in the bilge, out of the way.
In other news, my phone was almost full so I got the system to delete all the pictures that are backed up. So, for now, any editing will be done on my desktop using GIMP. I might actually get around to learning how to use it, this time.
Allium christophi.
A wonderful study in geometry, I think. Al-Khwarizmi (c. 780–850), a Persian mathematician, is accepted to be the father of algebra. He probably had a theorem to describe this flower. I'll settle for calling it beautiful.
When Britain stopped using steam trains the intention was to electrify all lines. So far 37% is electrified with a mixture of overhead cables and third rail systems.
At the foot of the castle walls, hundreds of daffodils and naricissi clamour for attention. They soften the otherwise austere view.
As usual I took a wrong turn and ended up in an area densely covered in bracken. On a hot day it was nice to sink into the cool, damp embrace of the foliage and enjoy the silence.
Letter boxes are being closed left, right, and center. Fewer people write letters so I guess this is inevitable.
This post box has been decorated with a Postman Pat cosy, held on with a piece of repurposed fishing net.
I've noticed that Brits will sometimes name something in French to make it sound a soupçon more interesting.