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Henry VIII of England got this nickname because the silver content in the coins he issued was reduced towards the end of his reign, and the copper underneath would show through, particularly on the protruding nose of his portrait on the coins.
What is really surprising is to see his image on a window in a Roman Catholic church. This is possibly the only one.
Charlie Mcneilly takes awesome pictures of the Thames, and fences! This one is inspired by his work.
I like the textures made by neglect here.
The British General Post Office held the monopoly on telephone services for the whole country, except Hull, until 1969.
With fewer people having landlines than before, I wonder what is under here.
Seen on my walk from work. All these ceramics are made in a traditional pottery at Stoke-on-Trent,home of England's potteries. If you have some old British plates and wotnot, likely they were made in Stoke.
Seen on a wall in Blackpool
The butterfly is one of the symbols for ADHD. Like many people with ADHD, I wonder if she is wondering what she is meant to be doing next. It is often a feeling that is so overwhelming that one ends up doing nothing at all.
It was raining and the noise was oppressive. But it was interesting to watch the tree surgeons relentlessly feed this machine.
My friend Veronica suggested a crop for my previous picture, so here it is. In my Instagram days, square was the only format I ever used, and have since got out of the habit.
These cherry trees are about 100 years old, and full of character. This view lasts only a few days each year, and brightens my day when I see it.
Anyone can create a comment directly on my pictures, and I hope you will feel free to do so.
I can't remember seeing a picture of scrambled eggs recently, so here's brunch, this gray and rainy Saturday.
On my own wholemeal toast, and garnished with tomato that I've preserved in oil and a smash of garlic.
A drizzle of Worcestershire sauce and no tomato sauce needed. Bonza!
Scraping my memory of database design.
I think this could do with more fruit next time.
This is nice with a generous spread of butter and a cup of tea.
This is a relatively modern rotary egg beater. This one was bought in 1962 by a lovely lady who gave it to me today - she is downsizing her kitchen and thought I might like it. Truth is, I have been looking for one for ages!
This device was invented by Willis Johnson, an African-American, in 1884. Read more, here:
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red apple, carrot, 12 almonds, tsp cinnamon, a bit of water
full of fiber and vitamins and stuff
low calorie
breakfast of champs
This is not the prettiest thing I have shown you, but it is one of the tastiest. Slow-cooked overnight, I placed the vegetables as the bottom of the pot and the lamb at the top, and finished wit some sprigs of fresh rosemary.
Salt marsh lamb (l'agneau pré-salé) is in season from around July to November. It's special because the pasture where these sheep graze is covered by the tide twice a day; it doesn't make the meat taste salty, but the grasses and samphire on which they graze makes for a sweet, light and fragrant meat. There is noticeably less fat to this meat or remaining in the jus!
This lamb came from a farm on the Lune Estuary which is a short cycle ride from here.
Next time I will get a Lamb Henry (? I hear you say) and see if I can make a more attractive presentation!
A room without plants is a dead space to me. So getting this pelargonium to do anything other than keel over has been a great satisfaction. The flowers just appeared overnight.
Re-potting all my plants a fortnight ago seems to be what they all wanted. The echevaria has done so well it produced 6 pups, which are now in troughs.
I don't have a garden and window-boxes appear to be verboten, so this will have to do.
Add a load of stock and bring to boil for a few minutes, then simmer for 30 more. I used an immersion blender to break up the kale. A slack handful of salt was needed and I brightened it with a good glug of vinegar. More richness and protein from a tub of Greek yogurt to finish.
Samaritans have had a branch in Lancaster for 50 years. They provide a free, 24/7 listening service in the hope of reducing the incidence of suicide.
Outside the entrance to Lancaster Priory stands this mounting block. It would do for the smallest pony or tallest Hanoverian Warmblood.
Not a measure but an infuser. Does anyone make these anymore? No worries about polypropylene glues or bleaching. Just fill it with tea and make a delicious cuppa.
Vegetable soup with gnocchi.
Comforting and nutritious. Just how mother made it.
A glass of Sicilian rosato completed it all.
I was told to always fill the frame with the subject. In this case, what is the subject?
It was a nice afternoon.
With my day finished I walk back to the car park for my ride home. I am confronted by the most hideous Porsche that I have ever seen. I usually like these little Stuttgart rockets, but the one I saw had a 'design malfunction.' To save you any distress, I post here only the rather fetching hood badge.
Cymbalaria muralis has many names: toadflax, wandering sailor, Oxford ivy, mother of thousands. You can use it in salads but in moderation. It is slightly numbing but too much is toxic.
The Tunisian harrisa paste cans looked such fun that I've bought one to test this weekend.