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For Christmas this year we made our families personalized cheese boards harvested from a fallen limb in our backyard. The wood was dried, cut, planed, sanded, laser etched, and oiled with our very own spoon butter. Spoon butter adds a layer of food safe protection for the wood and provides a nice gloss.
More at: fadetofuture.com
Sunday 15 July 2012: Les Bossons (Chamonix-Mont Blanc) - Les Praz - La Flégère - Réserve Naturelle des Aiguilles Rouges (Aiguilles Rouges Nature Reserve) - Col des Montets - Les Frasserands
Day 2 of our Tour du Mont Blanc, on Exodus' Mont Blanc Circuit trip - a clockwise circumambulation of the Mont Blanc massif
We woke to rain, and after a damp breakfast and our first tussle with Kili (we had to pack up our "2 Seconds + III" each morning - it's not easy wrangling a c160cm diameter dome tent back into its 81cm diameter flat pack carrying case) we loaded our main packs into the van, said au revoir to Ben and headed off with Simon to catch the bus from Les Bossons school to the nearby village of Les Praz.
The Téléphérique de la Flégère took us up from the Chamonix-Mont Blanc valley floor up to La Flégère at 1,894 m, where we swopped rain for cloud and a good few °C. Togged up in windproofs and waterproofs, we headed off along the footpath following the signs for Col des Montets- Simon had told us that the poor weather conditions meant that we would not be able do the planned high level route via Lac Blanc with its vertical ladders...
Still, the cloud and raindrops made for lovely flower photos in the Aiguilles Rouges National Nature Reserve, and Waiora and I got some glimpses of glaciers on the far side of the valley ahead and behind, waterfalls and the bright green lichen on the rich red iron rich gneiss rocks that give the Aiguilles Rouges mountains their name - the Red Needles. There's something quite magical about walking through the quietude of cloud.
As the day wore on, the skies cleared and we got better views of mountains above us and across the valley, including the Glacier du Tour. Waiora and I even had our own close encounter with a pair of Ibex, grazing in between the Alpine Rose (Rhododendrons) that cover the mountainsides in this part of the world. Shortly after, having enjoyed an easy day's walking along undulating path (the cable car having done the hard work of the ascent for us) we started the steep, zig zagging descent back down to the road, where we rendezvoused with Simon at the information centre at Col des Montets (1461m).
A short stroll later we were walking through the bucolic alpine village of Les Frasserands, where we found the rest of the group soaking up the sun at the campsite. After a rather late lunch, Hazel and I wandered into the town with Vicki and Rachel and treated ourselves to a jug of Jupiler beer served by a waitress from Wolverhampton at a bar in the village centre. A bit too cool to loiter for long once the sun went in/down.
Dinner was a feast served up in the dining room at Camping Les Frasserands - complete with a magnificent cheeseboard....
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Sunday 15 July 2012: Les Bossons (Chamonix-Mont Blanc) - Les Praz - La Flégère - Réserve Naturelle des Aiguilles Rouges (Aiguilles Rouges Nature Reserve) - Col des Montets - Les Frasserands
Day 2 of our Tour du Mont Blanc, on Exodus' Mont Blanc Circuit trip - a clockwise circumambulation of the Mont Blanc massif
We woke to rain, and after a damp breakfast and our first tussle with Kili (we had to pack up our "2 Seconds + III" each morning - it's not easy wrangling a c160cm diameter dome tent back into its 81cm diameter flat pack carrying case) we loaded our main packs into the van, said au revoir to Ben and headed off with Simon to catch the bus from Les Bossons school to the nearby village of Les Praz.
The Téléphérique de la Flégère took us up from the Chamonix-Mont Blanc valley floor up to La Flégère at 1,894 m, where we swopped rain for cloud and a good few °C. Togged up in windproofs and waterproofs, we headed off along the footpath following the signs for Col des Montets- Simon had told us that the poor weather conditions meant that we would not be able do the planned high level route via Lac Blanc with its vertical ladders...
Still, the cloud and raindrops made for lovely flower photos in the Aiguilles Rouges National Nature Reserve, and Waiora and I got some glimpses of glaciers on the far side of the valley ahead and behind, waterfalls and the bright green lichen on the rich red iron rich gneiss rocks that give the Aiguilles Rouges mountains their name - the Red Needles. There's something quite magical about walking through the quietude of cloud.
As the day wore on, the skies cleared and we got better views of mountains above us and across the valley, including the Glacier du Tour. Waiora and I even had our own close encounter with a pair of Ibex, grazing in between the Alpine Rose (Rhododendrons) that cover the mountainsides in this part of the world. Shortly after, having enjoyed an easy day's walking along undulating path (the cable car having done the hard work of the ascent for us) we started the steep, zig zagging descent back down to the road, where we rendezvoused with Simon at the information centre at Col des Montets (1461m).
A short stroll later we were walking through the bucolic alpine village of Les Frasserands, where we found the rest of the group soaking up the sun at the campsite. After a rather late lunch, Hazel and I wandered into the town with Vicki and Rachel and treated ourselves to a jug of Jupiler beer served by a waitress from Wolverhampton at a bar in the village centre. A bit too cool to loiter for long once the sun went in/down.
Dinner was a feast served up in the dining room at Camping Les Frasserands - complete with a magnificent cheeseboard....
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Sunday 15 July 2012: Les Bossons (Chamonix-Mont Blanc) - Les Praz - La Flégère - Réserve Naturelle des Aiguilles Rouges (Aiguilles Rouges Nature Reserve) - Col des Montets - Les Frasserands
Day 2 of our Tour du Mont Blanc, on Exodus' Mont Blanc Circuit trip - a clockwise circumambulation of the Mont Blanc massif
We woke to rain, and after a damp breakfast and our first tussle with Kili (we had to pack up our "2 Seconds + III" each morning - it's not easy wrangling a c160cm diameter dome tent back into its 81cm diameter flat pack carrying case) we loaded our main packs into the van, said au revoir to Ben and headed off with Simon to catch the bus from Les Bossons school to the nearby village of Les Praz.
The Téléphérique de la Flégère took us up from the Chamonix-Mont Blanc valley floor up to La Flégère at 1,894 m, where we swopped rain for cloud and a good few °C. Togged up in windproofs and waterproofs, we headed off along the footpath following the signs for Col des Montets - Simon had told us that the poor weather conditions meant that we would not be able do the planned high level route via Lac Blanc with its vertical ladders...
Still, the cloud and raindrops made for lovely flower photos in the Aiguilles Rouges National Nature Reserve, and Waiora and I got some glimpses of glaciers on the far side of the valley ahead and behind, waterfalls and the bright green lichen on the rich red iron rich gneiss rocks that give the Aiguilles Rouges mountains their name - the Red Needles. There's something quite magical about walking through the quietude of cloud.
As the day wore on, the skies cleared and we got better views of mountains above us and across the valley, including the Glacier du Tour. Waiora and I even had our own close encounter with a pair of Ibex, grazing in between the Alpine Rose (Rhododendrons) that cover the mountainsides in this part of the world. Shortly after, having enjoyed an easy day's walking along undulating path (the cable car having done the hard work of the ascent for us) we started the steep, zig zagging descent back down to the road, where we rendezvoused with Simon at the information centre at Col des Montets (1461m).
A short stroll later we were walking through the bucolic alpine village of Les Frasserands, where we found the rest of the group soaking up the sun at the campsite. After a rather late lunch, Hazel and I wandered into the town with Vicki and Rachel and treated ourselves to a jug of Jupiler beer served by a waitress from Wolverhampton at a bar in the village centre. A bit too cool to loiter for long once the sun went in/down.
Dinner was a feast served up in the dining room at Camping Les Frasserands - complete with a magnificent cheeseboard....
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For Christmas this year we made our families personalized cheese boards harvested from a fallen limb in our backyard. The wood was dried, cut, planed, sanded, laser etched, and oiled with our very own spoon butter. Spoon butter adds a layer of food safe protection for the wood and provides a nice gloss.
More at: fadetofuture.com
The cheese board. They were totally easy about how much was selected. Very nice range, supplied by La Fromagerie. At Murano, Queen Street.
Another day in paradise.
Or Chez Jelltex.
And the plan had been to go to the gym, but Jools had another class down in town, did I want to be dropped off at the sports centre?
No.
Instead I stayed home, Drank my coffee and then had a shower, shave and put on a fresh set of clothes, then came down for breakfast and to ignore Scully's demands for food as the insulin takes effect.
I am off to the vet's with her on Friday and I will find out again about feeding her outside meal times when she also gets her insulin jabs.
But for the time being, her plaintive meows for kitty kibbles must go without response.
The weather did improve from previous days, and got better as the day went on. I did chase an Orange Tip or two around the garden, but it was already too warm for them to settle much, so it was a fruitless task.
There was no more internetting to do, so I sat with Scully on the patio, watching the birds and insects in the garden, the breeze caused the clouds of Ox-eye daisies to sway and look most relaxing.
Jools decided that as we hadn't gone to the gym in the morning, we could go for a walk in the afternoon.
We had lunch, then she set about getting me to commit to a time to go out, as I really didn't fancy it.
We did venture out at half two, and walked along the street to the track, then over the fields.
The nagging doubt I had manifested itself with pins and needles in my feet, and a sore back.
I pressed on to over the field, double the distance I did last time, then we turned for home.
Just as well we did as Jools's foot began to get really sore, so no shame in calling it a day early.
So, back home for a couple of hours before we were to go out.
Again.
Yes, out to the old pub again.
With Sean and Ange, as after our last meal at the Crown in Finglesham, because after our meal there in March and the dreadful service we received, we submitted a complaint and we were given free meals.
Free is our favourite price.
So, across the fields from Ringwould, the sat nav took us through former mining villages out to near to Finglesham, from the top of the down we could see the land falling away and the sea from Ramsgate all the way to Deal, the warming gloaming light making it really quite spectacular.
And the good news is the service was wonderful, greeted at the door by the manager, the drinks order taken at the bar, and our meal request dealt with very quickly, and with regular revisits to ensure that all was god with the food and experience.
We all had burgers with bacon and cheese, then Sean and I shared a cheeseboard while Jools and Ange shared rhubarb and custard profiteroles.
The manager hadn't realised we had come for the free meal, accepted the e mail as proof, and all we had to pay for was drinks.
A top night all round.
Sunday 15 July 2012: Les Bossons (Chamonix-Mont Blanc) - Les Praz - La Flégère - Réserve Naturelle des Aiguilles Rouges (Aiguilles Rouges Nature Reserve) - Col des Montets - Les Frasserands
Day 2 of our Tour du Mont Blanc, on Exodus' Mont Blanc Circuit trip - a clockwise circumambulation of the Mont Blanc massif
We woke to rain, and after a damp breakfast and our first tussle with Kili (we had to pack up our "2 Seconds + III" each morning - it's not easy wrangling a c160cm diameter dome tent back into its 81cm diameter flat pack carrying case) we loaded our main packs into the van, said au revoir to Ben and headed off with Simon to catch the bus from Les Bossons school to the nearby village of Les Praz.
The Téléphérique de la Flégère took us up from the Chamonix-Mont Blanc valley floor up to La Flégère at 1,894 m, where we swopped rain for cloud and a good few °C. Togged up in windproofs and waterproofs, we headed off along the footpath following the signs for Col des Montets - Simon had told us that the poor weather conditions meant that we would not be able do the planned high level route via Lac Blanc with its vertical ladders...
Still, the cloud and raindrops made for lovely flower photos in the Aiguilles Rouges National Nature Reserve, and Waiora and I got some glimpses of glaciers on the far side of the valley ahead and behind, waterfalls and the bright green lichen on the rich red iron rich gneiss rocks that give the Aiguilles Rouges mountains their name - the Red Needles. There's something quite magical about walking through the quietude of cloud.
As the day wore on, the skies cleared and we got better views of mountains above us and across the valley, including the Glacier du Tour. Waiora and I even had our own close encounter with a pair of Ibex, grazing in between the Alpine Rose (Rhododendrons) that cover the mountainsides in this part of the world. Shortly after, having enjoyed an easy day's walking along undulating path (the cable car having done the hard work of the ascent for us) we started the steep, zig zagging descent back down to the road, where we rendezvoused with Simon at the information centre at Col des Montets (1461m).
A short stroll later we were walking through the bucolic alpine village of Les Frasserands, where we found the rest of the group soaking up the sun at the campsite. After a rather late lunch, Hazel and I wandered into the town with Vicki and Rachel and treated ourselves to a jug of Jupiler beer served by a waitress from Wolverhampton at a bar in the village centre. A bit too cool to loiter for long once the sun went in/down.
Dinner was a feast served up in the dining room at Camping Les Frasserands - complete with a magnificent cheeseboard....
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Sunday 15 July 2012: Les Bossons (Chamonix-Mont Blanc) - Les Praz - La Flégère - Réserve Naturelle des Aiguilles Rouges (Aiguilles Rouges Nature Reserve) - Col des Montets - Les Frasserands
Day 2 of our Tour du Mont Blanc, on Exodus' Mont Blanc Circuit trip - a clockwise circumambulation of the Mont Blanc massif
We woke to rain, and after a damp breakfast and our first tussle with Kili (we had to pack up our "2 Seconds + III" each morning - it's not easy wrangling a c160cm diameter dome tent back into its 81cm diameter flat pack carrying case) we loaded our main packs into the van, said au revoir to Ben and headed off with Simon to catch the bus from Les Bossons school to the nearby village of Les Praz.
The Téléphérique de la Flégère took us up from the Chamonix-Mont Blanc valley floor up to La Flégère at 1,894 m, where we swopped rain for cloud and a good few °C. Togged up in windproofs and waterproofs, we headed off along the footpath following the signs for Col des Montets- Simon had told us that the poor weather conditions meant that we would not be able do the planned high level route via Lac Blanc with its vertical ladders...
Still, the cloud and raindrops made for lovely flower photos in the Aiguilles Rouges National Nature Reserve, and Waiora and I got some glimpses of glaciers on the far side of the valley ahead and behind, waterfalls and the bright green lichen on the rich red iron rich gneiss rocks that give the Aiguilles Rouges mountains their name - the Red Needles. There's something quite magical about walking through the quietude of cloud.
As the day wore on, the skies cleared and we got better views of mountains above us and across the valley, including the Glacier du Tour. Waiora and I even had our own close encounter with a pair of Ibex, grazing in between the Alpine Rose (Rhododendrons) that cover the mountainsides in this part of the world. Shortly after, having enjoyed an easy day's walking along undulating path (the cable car having done the hard work of the ascent for us) we started the steep, zig zagging descent back down to the road, where we rendezvoused with Simon at the information centre at Col des Montets (1461m).
A short stroll later we were walking through the bucolic alpine village of Les Frasserands, where we found the rest of the group soaking up the sun at the campsite. After a rather late lunch, Hazel and I wandered into the town with Vicki and Rachel and treated ourselves to a jug of Jupiler beer served by a waitress from Wolverhampton at a bar in the village centre. A bit too cool to loiter for long once the sun went in/down.
Dinner was a feast served up in the dining room at Camping Les Frasserands - complete with a magnificent cheeseboard....
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Time for a little something different again.
Here's one from todays final set of shots for the N.T. editorial piece, only this time with an added educational aspect.
Strobistamatic info -
As photo;
1 x Speedlight gridded high and camera right, to provide a little pop to the food.
1 x Speedlight (on top of wall) high behind food to give backlighting / rim (replicate the sun which was over the wall).
White big reflector hand held just out of frame (left) to kick a little of the spill back in.
Could I not have just shot this available light, yeah but it looked a little dead without some modelling and to be honest where's the fun in that.
Rf - 603 triggers.
Canon 1Dmkiii, Sigma 50mm f1.4
Almond meringue Dacquoise, Raspberry-Rose mousse, raspberry coulis, shaved white chocolate, rose petal. Courtesy of Cheeseboard. We are so spoiled.
La Tavola Marche - Butcher, Slaughter & Forage Course, October 2013 (© by Claudia Schmidt www.foolforfood.com)
At Beltrami cheese manufacturer in Cartoceto (Le Marche, Italy).
Elide Beltrami presenting the different cheeses.
And the weekend.
Though with less football than usual, or maybe a different kind, with club games being replaced with international, which mostly were available here via YouTube, other tubes available.
But there was some lower league stuff to watch, and I would lose 90 minutes of my life to watch Bristol Rovers v Crawley end in the dullest of 0-0 draws, with very little skill being on show for the cameras.
Before then, of course, was getting up, coffee, shopping, breakfast. And then a trip into Canterbury for a mug.
A mug.
A colleague's daughter dropped her treasured "Keep Calm" mug and asked if we could find a replacement.
Not online with one that would arrive before I left for DK early Monday morning. But I did seem to remember one of the them tourist trap shops opposite Christchurch Gate.
And as we have not been to the city in a while, we go.
Visitor numbers have returned to their pre-COVID numbers, and with Christmas market stalls just about everywhere, it was very crowded indeed.
We parked in a multi-storey so we could get the car washed, walked down to the city centre and found not quite what we wanted, but one in red, that came in a box which should protect it from the worst of baggage handlers.
We should have gone into the Cathedral Precinct, as they had a fair, the first to be held in the close in 200 years, but with the gate back shrouded in scaffolding, we wander off in search of breakfast.
We find it in a traditional greasy spoon, and have the works with toast and tea, all for a tenner each, and great service too.
Back to the car as time was upon the cleaning, and so we found the car all sparkly and clean, so that it would a magnet for incontinent birds all the way back to Dover, by which time it had several splats.
Sigh.
Sean and Ange were coming for dinner, and we were having the two racks of lamb we got last week. I defrosted them, seasoned, and I left them to soak in the seasoning.
Football in the afternoon.
And then cooking, making Moroccan spiced rice, boiled fresh corn and creamed spinach.
They arrived just before six, we share a glass of wine and I finish cooking, dish up and take the plates through.
More wine during and after, to go with the cheeseboard, before they leave at half ten. Jools had cleared up as Sean and I talked, so just had to get up them wooden steps to bed.
Back outside the Inns of the Court, along Strand and on to Charing Cross Road to find a tube station take us back to St Pancras. I have another thought, see if there is one leaving from Charing Cross.
There is, and so we take the slow train back home, me, full of disappoinment about the Temple, and just wanting to get home having spent another £70 on trying to get into that bloody church.
To make matters worse, Norwich fail to show up at Everton and although lose just 2-0, the failure to compete just makes my mood darker. Of well, it's just a game.
Once home we decide to eat out, and so we go down into the bay for fish and chips at the Coastguard. We almost have the place to ourselves, such are things in a holiday area out of season. But the fish is fresh and cooked to a turn. We share a cheeseboard to finish, and I risk gout with a large glass of red wine.
It was that kind of day.
And now for the reason I am away from home: an audit.
I am staying at a home from home, my favourite hotel (that I am allowed to use), which overlooks The Solent and Southampton water. The rooms are comfortable, and it is quiet.
I sleep well.
I have to get to the test facility, a new location for me, and I see that the auditee has arranged a meeting to start at 08:00, and with breakfast only starting at half seven, I would have to wolf it down and get on the road.
So, I had a shower, got dressed and was down at twenty past, able to get a table and get a pot of coffee and order sausage and bacon sandwiches. I have a table that looks out the front of the hotel, over the garden and road below to The Solent beyond, so I can watch the ferries and jetfoils coming and going.
And this counts as work
Breakfast comes, I eat quick and program the address into the sat nav, it's three miles, but traffic along the main road into Newport is legendary bad. I do make it to the facility at eight, I was early, apparently.
So, I have a safety induction, and prepare the agenda and put on my audit face.
Ha ha ha.
It goes well
We finish at four, seven hours later, and despite being gentle, I was pooped.
I drive back to the hotel, park on the road and after a wash, grab the cameras to walk into Cowes as it was another stunning evening and the light amazing. In The Solent, a Cunard liner, The MS Queen Victoria was making her way out to the open sea. Light glistened off her sides as she turned from west to east, giving me and the photographer beside me, good views of her from all angles.
She moved on towards Portsmouth, and moved out of sight. So I carried on walking into town, past the Yacht Club, then down High Street looking for somewhere to have a burger, as lunch failed to turn up (don't ask) First place, The Globe doesn't do food on Tuesdays, but the Piew View did. I checked both via online reviews, and both had glowing reviews for their food.
So, I order burger, and it was good. OK, really. But oddly, I was the only customer again, and the four staff hung around hoping for more customers to turn up. I felt bad for them so ordered their cheeseboard, which was wonderful, and came with a free glass of excellent port.
And now for the reason I am away from home: an audit.
I am staying at a home from home, my favourite hotel (that I am allowed to use), which overlooks The Solent and Southampton water. The rooms are comfortable, and it is quiet.
I sleep well.
I have to get to the test facility, a new location for me, and I see that the auditee has arranged a meeting to start at 08:00, and with breakfast only starting at half seven, I would have to wolf it down and get on the road.
So, I had a shower, got dressed and was down at twenty past, able to get a table and get a pot of coffee and order sausage and bacon sandwiches. I have a table that looks out the front of the hotel, over the garden and road below to The Solent beyond, so I can watch the ferries and jetfoils coming and going.
And this counts as work
Breakfast comes, I eat quick and program the address into the sat nav, it's three miles, but traffic along the main road into Newport is legendary bad. I do make it to the facility at eight, I was early, apparently.
So, I have a safety induction, and prepare the agenda and put on my audit face.
Ha ha ha.
It goes well
We finish at four, seven hours later, and despite being gentle, I was pooped.
I drive back to the hotel, park on the road and after a wash, grab the cameras to walk into Cowes as it was another stunning evening and the light amazing. In The Solent, a Cunard liner, The MS Queen Victoria was making her way out to the open sea. Light glistened off her sides as she turned from west to east, giving me and the photographer beside me, good views of her from all angles.
She moved on towards Portsmouth, and moved out of sight. So I carried on walking into town, past the Yacht Club, then down High Street looking for somewhere to have a burger, as lunch failed to turn up (don't ask) First place, The Globe doesn't do food on Tuesdays, but the Piew View did. I checked both via online reviews, and both had glowing reviews for their food.
So, I order burger, and it was good. OK, really. But oddly, I was the only customer again, and the four staff hung around hoping for more customers to turn up. I felt bad for them so ordered their cheeseboard, which was wonderful, and came with a free glass of excellent port.
Another day in paradise.
Or Chez Jelltex.
And the plan had been to go to the gym, but Jools had another class down in town, did I want to be dropped off at the sports centre?
No.
Instead I stayed home, Drank my coffee and then had a shower, shave and put on a fresh set of clothes, then came down for breakfast and to ignore Scully's demands for food as the insulin takes effect.
I am off to the vet's with her on Friday and I will find out again about feeding her outside meal times when she also gets her insulin jabs.
But for the time being, her plaintive meows for kitty kibbles must go without response.
The weather did improve from previous days, and got better as the day went on. I did chase an Orange Tip or two around the garden, but it was already too warm for them to settle much, so it was a fruitless task.
There was no more internetting to do, so I sat with Scully on the patio, watching the birds and insects in the garden, the breeze caused the clouds of Ox-eye daisies to sway and look most relaxing.
Jools decided that as we hadn't gone to the gym in the morning, we could go for a walk in the afternoon.
We had lunch, then she set about getting me to commit to a time to go out, as I really didn't fancy it.
We did venture out at half two, and walked along the street to the track, then over the fields.
The nagging doubt I had manifested itself with pins and needles in my feet, and a sore back.
I pressed on to over the field, double the distance I did last time, then we turned for home.
Just as well we did as Jools's foot began to get really sore, so no shame in calling it a day early.
So, back home for a couple of hours before we were to go out.
Again.
Yes, out to the old pub again.
With Sean and Ange, as after our last meal at the Crown in Finglesham, because after our meal there in March and the dreadful service we received, we submitted a complaint and we were given free meals.
Free is our favourite price.
So, across the fields from Ringwould, the sat nav took us through former mining villages out to near to Finglesham, from the top of the down we could see the land falling away and the sea from Ramsgate all the way to Deal, the warming gloaming light making it really quite spectacular.
And the good news is the service was wonderful, greeted at the door by the manager, the drinks order taken at the bar, and our meal request dealt with very quickly, and with regular revisits to ensure that all was god with the food and experience.
We all had burgers with bacon and cheese, then Sean and I shared a cheeseboard while Jools and Ange shared rhubarb and custard profiteroles.
The manager hadn't realised we had come for the free meal, accepted the e mail as proof, and all we had to pay for was drinks.
A top night all round.
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This is an alien species which first appeared in the UK only in 2004 but has now spread across much of England. The first record in Leicestershire was in 2006. There are numerous colour and pattern forms but it is generally a larger species than most of our native ladybirds, around 8 or 9 mm long, with a dome-shape. There are three main forms of the Harlequin - succinea, spectabilis and conspicua. However, each of these three forms show large amounts of variation within them. This species has brown legs.
The Harlequin has the ability to live in diverse habitats. It is most commonly found on deciduous trees, such as Willow, Sycamore and Maple, and on low growing plants such as Nettles. It can disperse easily and breeds profusely, hence its rapid spread over Britain.
The Harlequin has a broad diet but predates other ladybirds and has the potential to wipe out some of our native species. Its spread is being closely monitored (see link below). Harlequin Ladybirds feed most commonly on aphids, but have a wide food range, also feeding on scale insects, adelgids, the eggs and larvae of butterflies and moths, many other small insects, including other ladybirds, pollen, nectar, and sugary fluids, including honeydew and the juice from ripe fruits. Adults can begin to lay eggs after 5 days and a single female can lay over a thousand eggs.
After curried potato pizza--sublime! (Who would've thunk it?) Live music by Prasand Radhikrishnan, wonderful Indian classical/jazz saxophonist. All this in celebration of Indian Independence Day.
fotografiert am 16. Mai 2006 in Konakli
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"Käse ist ein festes Milcherzeugnis, das – bis auf wenige Ausnahmen – durch Gerinnen aus dem Eiweißanteil der Milch gewonnen wird. Milcherzeugnisse zählen in Europa, Nordamerika und Australien zu den Grundnahrungsmitteln." Quelle und weitere Informationen: Wikipedia: Käse
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Sunday 15 July 2012: Les Bossons (Chamonix-Mont Blanc) - Les Praz - La Flégère - Réserve Naturelle des Aiguilles Rouges (Aiguilles Rouges Nature Reserve) - Col des Montets - Les Frasserands
Day 2 of our Tour du Mont Blanc, on Exodus' Mont Blanc Circuit trip - a clockwise circumambulation of the Mont Blanc massif
We woke to rain, and after a damp breakfast and our first tussle with Kili (we had to pack up our "2 Seconds + III" each morning - it's not easy wrangling a c160cm diameter dome tent back into its 81cm diameter flat pack carrying case) we loaded our main packs into the van, said au revoir to Ben and headed off with Simon to catch the bus from Les Bossons school to the nearby village of Les Praz.
The Téléphérique de la Flégère took us up from the Chamonix-Mont Blanc valley floor up to La Flégère at 1,894 m, where we swopped rain for cloud and a good few °C. Togged up in windproofs and waterproofs, we headed off along the footpath following the signs for Col des Montets - Simon had told us that the poor weather conditions meant that we would not be able do the planned high level route via Lac Blanc with its vertical ladders...
Still, the cloud and raindrops made for lovely flower photos in the Aiguilles Rouges National Nature Reserve, and Waiora and I got some glimpses of glaciers on the far side of the valley ahead and behind, waterfalls and the bright green lichen on the rich red iron rich gneiss rocks that give the Aiguilles Rouges mountains their name - the Red Needles. There's something quite magical about walking through the quietude of cloud.
As the day wore on, the skies cleared and we got better views of mountains above us and across the valley, including the Glacier du Tour. Waiora and I even had our own close encounter with a pair of Ibex, grazing in between the Alpine Rose (Rhododendrons) that cover the mountainsides in this part of the world. Shortly after, having enjoyed an easy day's walking along undulating path (the cable car having done the hard work of the ascent for us) we started the steep, zig zagging descent back down to the road, where we rendezvoused with Simon at the information centre at Col des Montets (1461m).
A short stroll later we were walking through the bucolic alpine village of Les Frasserands, where we found the rest of the group soaking up the sun at the campsite. After a rather late lunch, Hazel and I wandered into the town with Vicki and Rachel and treated ourselves to a jug of Jupiler beer served by a waitress from Wolverhampton at a bar in the village centre. A bit too cool to loiter for long once the sun went in/down.
Dinner was a feast served up in the dining room at Camping Les Frasserands - complete with a magnificent cheeseboard....
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September 4
Happy birthday, Mom!
OK, so her birthday isn’t actually until the 7th, but today was the perfect day to celebrate! Emily came to work with me, which meant waking up way earlier than normal for her. She was a champ though, and we even brought Arri with us. We were both diligent, hard workers today at the office. Arri even spent a half day at Chilton, once she was tired of hanging at Westridge.
After work, my people all met up at Barley and Board. The place just opened up a few weeks ago and this was my first visit. This is the part where I tell you to drop everything you’re doing and go eat at Barley and Board RIGHT NOW. The place is amazing.
The menu is divided into small plates, large plates, and boards. It’s pretty easy to eat individually or share with your group. Pictured here, just below my mom, is the Mother Board, which comes with all kinds of goodness to get your pallette going. For my main course I had the hangar steak, which was by far the best I’ve ever had. I could cut it with a fork and it melted in my mouth. Man it was delicious. Don’t even get me started on the cocktails! Be warned though, the place is a splash pricey by Denton standards.
I’m glad we decided to take a gamble on a new place for my mom’s birthday. It paid off big!
We finished off the night at East Side. I got a cocktail recommended by Kitty called the St. Bernard. It’s like a root beer float, but with booooooze. I drank mine really fast. #sneaky
Apparently the dinner we had wasn't sufficient enough, so tea was provided as well in the form of a prawn cocktail, cobs, crisps, a cheeseboard and much more!!
I genuinely had problems moving after scoffing some of this, too!!
an alternate W to add to the february's alphabet fun album
ANSH scavenger6 "fuzzy dice"-- yes, i bought fuzzy dice just to do this scavenger item ~grin~
Another day in paradise.
Or Chez Jelltex.
And the plan had been to go to the gym, but Jools had another class down in town, did I want to be dropped off at the sports centre?
No.
Instead I stayed home, Drank my coffee and then had a shower, shave and put on a fresh set of clothes, then came down for breakfast and to ignore Scully's demands for food as the insulin takes effect.
I am off to the vet's with her on Friday and I will find out again about feeding her outside meal times when she also gets her insulin jabs.
But for the time being, her plaintive meows for kitty kibbles must go without response.
The weather did improve from previous days, and got better as the day went on. I did chase an Orange Tip or two around the garden, but it was already too warm for them to settle much, so it was a fruitless task.
There was no more internetting to do, so I sat with Scully on the patio, watching the birds and insects in the garden, the breeze caused the clouds of Ox-eye daisies to sway and look most relaxing.
Jools decided that as we hadn't gone to the gym in the morning, we could go for a walk in the afternoon.
We had lunch, then she set about getting me to commit to a time to go out, as I really didn't fancy it.
We did venture out at half two, and walked along the street to the track, then over the fields.
The nagging doubt I had manifested itself with pins and needles in my feet, and a sore back.
I pressed on to over the field, double the distance I did last time, then we turned for home.
Just as well we did as Jools's foot began to get really sore, so no shame in calling it a day early.
So, back home for a couple of hours before we were to go out.
Again.
Yes, out to the old pub again.
With Sean and Ange, as after our last meal at the Crown in Finglesham, because after our meal there in March and the dreadful service we received, we submitted a complaint and we were given free meals.
Free is our favourite price.
So, across the fields from Ringwould, the sat nav took us through former mining villages out to near to Finglesham, from the top of the down we could see the land falling away and the sea from Ramsgate all the way to Deal, the warming gloaming light making it really quite spectacular.
And the good news is the service was wonderful, greeted at the door by the manager, the drinks order taken at the bar, and our meal request dealt with very quickly, and with regular revisits to ensure that all was god with the food and experience.
We all had burgers with bacon and cheese, then Sean and I shared a cheeseboard while Jools and Ange shared rhubarb and custard profiteroles.
The manager hadn't realised we had come for the free meal, accepted the e mail as proof, and all we had to pay for was drinks.
A top night all round.