A very young Maggie sleeping off a hangover. 

A bottle of cooking wine had been emptied

on the ground to get rid of it. 

Maggie thought it a waste. 

She reeked! 🙂

Not a safari shot. 

There was a bout four inches of glass

between subject and photographer.


Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Snooze

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Floral Friday Challenge.


Butchart Gardens…13


Vancouver Island,

British Columbia,



Floral Friday

Floral Friday









I was standing a bit closer to Ypres’ famous Menin Gate last year….

when I heard a very English and a very European/Belgian(?) voice

having a chat behind me.

I don’t wear a watch and was wondering the time of day.

(Have a good look at the photo…please.)

and turned and asked the question.

Mr Britain responded along with Mr. Europe/Belgium

only the latter had a huge smile on his face

as he pointed out that I had been facing

a rather large clock prior to turning.

Yachts on Corio Bay.


WitsEnd-November-18Inspirations: Letter-Y




When living on the farm…

in late September this was a regular sight.

Perhaps not every year but certainly when

the pile had grown to warrant a clean up.



In the early 1960s, the local Boys Scouts

used to hold a fireworks and bonfire night

on our Football oval to celebrate Guy Fawkes night.

The Scout Master purchased 5 or 10 Pounds worth of fireworks.

He used a blow torch to light to sky rockers, crackers etc.

One year he inadvertently pointed the blow torch and

its six-inch flame at all the crackers left

on a 44 gallon/200 litre drum.

We had the most memorable display of fireworks that year.

Five to ten minutes of crackers popping

and rockets shooting off haphazardly about

a metre above the ground while several hundred people

watched on…barely 20 metres away.

Funnily enough we never had another

Guy Fawkes night in our small township.


Word of the Day Challenge: Bonfire