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Discussion in 'General Chat' started by That-Crazy-Rat-Lady, Feb 1, 2015.
I ended up on a tiny plane
Could have been worse, it might have been this one.
The Islander is 25 years old...
...but, that Twin Otter first flew in 1981...
Just be grateful it wasn't one of these.
Ooh is that a Boeing Stearman ?
Probably G-CCXA, built in 1942.
Just twice as old as the Twin Otter above...
Oh well, I'll be going home on a ship that's 42 years old.
Ships are safer. After all, most of us can swim a few strokes if we have to, but can't fly an inch. Plummet a bit maybe, but not fly. (And the landing bit after the plummeting really is a bastard.)
For some reason that I can't remember, Vesna popped up on Wikipedia the other day.
This morning I took a walk from Stanbury Mouth to Henna Cliff, the highest point of the Southwest Coastal Path in North Cornwall. Summer has been turned back on for the day and the very clear air made for great visibility.
Pix 1, looking south. Not much to see but bear in mind that headland right of centre is Trevose head … more than 30 miles away.
Pix 2, looking northwest, Lundy Island. More than 18 miles away yet the air was so clear you can make out detail.
Pix 3 looking north to Hartland Point. That tower you can see left of centre horizon is a radar scanner. About 8 miles away.
So, for logistical reasons, I haven't emptied the heap this year and don't want to keep adding new stuff on the top of the old - it will benefit from a bit more time over the winter. But, stuff still has to be disposed of, so I have been incorporating it into the veg plots, which have been fallow all this year.
There is a lot of cutting back going on and the clippings are shredded, then scattered on the surface before being incorporated with a small tiller.
The bed on the left has the day's new material on it and the bed on the right has had the previous day's delivery dug in.
The shredded material really accelerates the process.
On a good, dry day, it can be stirred in at the end.
This bed, seen in the distance above, had a lot of stuff churned in in the first few months of this year.
The cooker has had some use during the process, but I forgot to bring the grill pan, apparently.
You really … REALLY … REALLY have to get out more …
Wonder if that copper piping is part of the distillery
I had a cousin in Co Limerick who made that stuff. Poitín I think it's called, only we called it pocheen. Good stuff for loosening up frozen and rusted nuts.
(In more ways than one … )
Have a house point for spelling - not bad for a Norwegian sailor.
Anybody who started their career in the engine room, wouldn't really understand that. But then I figure, none of you poor saps would know and engine room from an electric bike …..
(Also known as a hair dryer …. )
Part of an RTÉ educational documentary.
It doesn't matter where you go in the world, you'll find somebody has figured out how to extract alcohol, or some other sense altering substance, from whatever local resources they have. It's a sort of universal chemistry lesson.
Once, loading brown sugar in Lautoka, Fiji (for Liverpool !!) some of the local stevedores introduced us to something called Kava. Some kind of local brew. We found that mixing it a little bit with vodka or gin made for a nice tropical kind of drink.
The next day was a day best forgotten, but sadly, unforgettable.