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BlogsHiSubmitted by Baz on Fri, 2006-11-17 17:09.
My techno skill are no better now than they were at the start of Bramble's latest expedition having lost the web address then found it again only to discover I didn't now know who I was (user name) or my entry key to the wonderful world of comment on Bramble's Rambles. Fortunately it did not exclude me from following the picturial record of progress. Wow what brill pic's !! just the ticket to swoop you off to some far off land of sun from a dark wet corner of the Midlands.Having said that Baz has move from the centre of Rugeley to a leafy part of Stafford so the centre of my universe has move close to a seat of learning in the guise of the Stafford campus of Staffordshire University.I have a hope that all that lerning going on will rub off onto what ageing brain cells I have left.
Hello!Submitted by vicky on Sun, 2006-08-20 20:58.
Wow have been following your story with avid interest sounds fantastic! Don't know if you are going to be around the Cadiz region in the next couple of weeks but I will be staying in El Puerto de Santa Maria from the 9th Sept for about a week, hoping to visit Seville, CAdiz and Jerez. So if you are around would be great to meet up, if not no worries will catch up with you when I get back. You must both be extremely fit by now am very jealous! love Vickyxx Hello againSubmitted by ceefourbee on Thu, 2006-07-27 11:54.
I'm very aware that I just have not been keeping up with this correspondence - big style appologies! The desert planet of TataouineSubmitted by thedogandthefox on Wed, 2006-06-07 21:05.
First things first: it’s a real place, way down south in Tunisia, far from the beaches, beyond where most tourists go. Secondly, it’s not actually the desert, though it is the last proper town before the desert: go any further and you’ll be out in the sand, no water, where it freezes at night in winter and is, to us, mysterious, further than mere miles might suggest.
We got there – improbably enough – first by a longish drive in the transit to Genova (or Genoa, or Genes – suit yourself), via friends in Ivrea and Turin, and then a day with Grimaldi lines on the Victory.
From Tunis we drove, via a night in a comfy hotel in Hammamet, and a break in El Jem where, disgracefully, we ate a snack opposite the Roman amphitheatre but didn’t actually visit it, and the excellent public art on the seafront at Mahares (another snack, in the Café du festival), to arrive only an hour late for our 5 pm appointment with chum Oliver at the m’Bil al Harem.
Bongo summerSubmitted by thedogandthefox on Sat, 2006-05-20 13:06.
We - Gill and Hil - being of more advanced years than Ali and Malc, have just acquired our new bongo. A bongo, you may believe, is a type of drum. Or if you're a know-it-all, you may think it's a rather natty horned beast with stripes, a sort of antelope with attitude (no, really). Ours is a camper van and it's very lovely.
Peter (Thermal Man)Submitted by thermal man on Sun, 2006-02-12 12:56.
Thermal Man,Thermal man,hotter than a frying pan Thermal man exists as a result of an incredibly cold winter spent in the Limousin region of France,in an old coachmans house north of Limoges.A group of intrepid travellers spent some time chopping wood and stoking fires,cooking a goose and rubbing the fatty remains onto exposed body parts for protection against the extreme cold until out of the breathy air appeared an image of warmth,Thermal Man.The atmosphere was suddenly changed and the heat spread through the house like a christmas pudding covered in flaming brandy! Since this first appearance Thermal Man has become established as a household name in Chez Chaumet and the entire surrounding metropolis of 6 other dwellings!
Saga of the Winter HytteturSubmitted by Malc on Mon, 2006-02-06 17:21.
In this yeare 2006, a Brayve Partie of Adventurers did hitte on the Idea of tayking a Winter Holydaye in the lande of Norwaye. This Idea being Deem'd ryte Goode, the Bande was Assembl'd, and manye Plannes were Laide. Alle was not Welle, however; and the Goddes were Displeaz'd. The first Obstackle that didde Arise being when Aegir Shippe-Bane didde cause to be Cancell'd the statelye Galleon that was to have borne the Adventurers back Home. "Never mynde," quoth Tom, "for we shalle Voyage through Manye Landes ere we see our Homes agayne." Longe and Payneful were the Houres spent in front of the Internette to brynge forth a New Planne. This being donne, the Adventurers didde duly depart. O Hubris! to thynke that the Willes of Goddes shall so Easily be Put Asyde! So it happened that Thor did cause a Tinie Piece of Cackke to Blocke one of the Oil Tubes in Andrew's Fiatte. The Effects of this becayme soone Evident, as a Horrid Knocking Sounde that was moste Tiresome to the Eare.
Skiing in TrysilSubmitted by Malc on Sun, 2006-01-15 20:32.
This is my first ever Word Of Mouse blog entry, so this is something of a voyage of discovery for me. It's Sunday evening, and I'm just back from a skiing trip to Trysil with the folks from work to find that Ali's friend Gerbrand has finished helping us set it up. It all seems quite complicated, but maybe that's partly because I've only had about three hours sleep in the last two days....
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