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One World, One Heart - A Global Event

I am participating in the One World, One Heart event. This was dreamed up by A Whimisical Bohemian, and is l believe in its third year. If you visit her blog, she has a full list of participants on her sidebar.

Basically all you have to do is visit a participating blog, leave a comment and you will be entered into a draw. Some participants are offering several gifts. No catches. No gimmicks. No sales. No links.
In the One World, One Heart event I am offering to one lucky winner the following two gifts...
a Vintage 1960's silk scarf signed 'Richard Allan' & a Vintage 1960's Glitzy Evening Party Bag
The event close on 15th February 2010 and l will announce FFF's winner then.

My Sky

I promised last week I would post farther views of our journey through the cattle pass over Bealach na ba (9km road av6.8%) to Applecross
this is a higher view from where we were last week still looking back towards Torridon

this is the view from the top over to the islands of Southern Skye, Rum & Eigg
me & the teenagers Rua Reidh Lighthouse near Melvaig 12 miles north of Gairlochall taken late August 2007
For more skies, visit hosts/hostesses Sandy Carlson, Louise, Sylvia, Klaus, Wren, & Fishing Guy at the Sky Command Center!

My Sky

3pm winter skies view from the Rotunda Tullie House over western Carlisle skies
(I just noticed this is my 301st post, I wouldn't have thought l had enough waffle inside me. I was very wrong!)

For more skies, visit hosts/hostesses Sandy Carlson, Louise, Sylvia, Klaus, Wren, & Fishing Guy at the Sky Command Center!

Miscellaneous Monday #5

The Pass of the Cattle was the only road linking Applecross peninsula with rest of the world until late 20th Century still one take ones heart in ones mouth whilst climbing Bealach na ba
a single lane, yet two way, hairpin road rising 2,054 ft we passed in awe a lone cyclist just before the summit
Looking back over the winding stream, Loch Carron and Plockton I took this leaning out of the car window without zoom but always with va va voom

My sky

Cemetery chapel, behind our home, taken over the 9 foot hedge, standing on a footstool, very precariously! For more skies, visit hosts/hostesses Sandy Carlson, Louise, Sylvia, Klaus, Wren, & Fishing Guy at the Sky Command Center!

Love thyself

The decks are cleared, the pine needles are all vacuumed up (well almost all) the nativity carefully wrapped and stored, the baubles and tinsel are boxed. Presents are now all placed in their appropriate owners quarters. The snow that lurked unusually long here, is melting. The roads that were thick sheets of transparent ice have turned into a slate slush. The -19' temperature is now only a memory. I hope. I've thrown out the last of the cake, mince pies and Stollen, as I was the only one eating it. The waste pains me but as I must have eaten my body weight in cake, this mustn't go on.


I'm not a fan of New Year resolutions because l can't hack the pressure. I know it's self serving but it's not worth it unless it is a positive pressure. Instead I resolve to build upon the last couple of years' progress, to be a calmer, kinder, more compassionate and a better tempered person. To achieve this goal, I decided that instead of running myself ragged and mental…

Miscellaneous Monday #4

Ducks or Geese?
old smithfield st market, Manchester

No snowman

Today is another snow day, which means the kids are home, Larry is home, all work appointments cancelled (he's been home since the 19th!) I now have five days off from today (the Museum never closes) and l'm dying to be home alone. Christmas is over, I know because I cut the cotton, weaved the fabric, cut the cloth and MADE the frigging tee shirt. So all right already. It's over. Gone. Done. Drunk. Shovelled. Eaten our body weight in cake and pies. Happied & Merried myself to death. Yes, even after my post about loneliness I need to be alone now. I won't be lonely. I won't be sad. Just alone. One day please. Pretty please.
Last night water started gushing out through the back of the boiler shortly after l heard it emit a slow texan whine. We turned it off and contacted British gas. We joined the queue of people waiting and waiting in a not very patient, stiff and starchy British way, for a service engineer, our slot is booked for tomorrow. With modern insulation…

Miscellaneous Monday #3

whilst waiting for some shops to open in Kensington (it was going on 10.15am) I marvelled at some of the windows and contents and not at a certain reflection...
click to enlarge , if you must