Category: Travel
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simple sourdough for pioneer girls
Esme stood alone but for her dog, watching the mountains. She and her new husband had travelled for months in their covered wagon, across vast endless plains of shoulder high grass, fording rivers, their horses heaved them across dusty deserts, through forests. They had been passed by speeding pony express riders. She had talked too…
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The day I melted Mum’s Silver Tea Pot- part two.
If you have just arrived and have not read part one go here first, then come back for part two. It is not long, see you back here soon. I walked around Dads workshop wiping my nose on my arm. Dad usually had a hanky in his pocket that I could use but he was…
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The day I melted Mum’s Silver Tea Pot – part one.
In NZ our summer holidays are over Christmas and we go back to school in February. This is the beginning of our school year. All the summers of all our childhoods seem hotter and longer but this one really was hot and long. We had only been back at school for a few weeks.…
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From the underbelly of a bridge
Leading over the river des plaines… today I love bridges.. and now to work… I have a story for you tomorrow… c
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The day I almost married the Marlboro Man.
Do you remember The Marlboro Man? The cowboy hat, the look, oh God that look. Back in the bad old days before Politically Correct Behaviour and the ugly C word, there were cigarette advertisements. Shock, horror and all that. A long campaign for Marlboro Cigarettes featuring the sexiest men in the world. Well when I…
The Kitchen's Garden 