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Wednesday, 25 June 2014

X stands for........

I really did have to go that eXtra mile to create this post,

I know there are a lot of words beginning with the letter X, as a Scrabble aficionado there is a glossary of X words stored in my jumbled mind!
 However, I just couldn't think of one word that I could write something interesting about. Then inspiration struck!
 I remembered the wonderful Windmill that was just around the corner from where we stayed in Anglesey on our recent holiday.


Here is my

This is Llynnon Mill displaying it's magnificent sails in the form of the letter  X...

Hurrah I've done it ! 
Whilst pondering about the letter X  I  recalled the amusing tales of Don QuiXote   the delusional Spanish gentleman who believed he was a Knight and had to go on adventures to achieve recognition for his great deeds
. On one of his adventures he saddled up his trusty old steed Rocinante  and rode off with the jolly  labourer Sancho and his dusty old donkey Dapple.
During the adventure they encountered several windmills, Don QuiXote, believing the windmills to be giants, waving their arms in the air, set about to destroy them. 

Here they are on their adventure

Oh dear not all thing s go to plan ! Or should I say that not all things are plain SAILing...(if you pardon my pun.)

Here are the giants that he failed to defeat.
The delightful yarns of Don Quixote were written by Miguel de Cervantes.
Many thanks to the excellent devisor Denise  of AbcW xxxxxx 
and the exploring mind Roger who is the adminstrator of the site... xxxxxx

Tuesday, 17 June 2014

W stands for Wales.

The babbling brook running through the garden and woodland, complete with a bridge and a little Waterfall!
Cymru am byth ....  Wales forever ! 

We have just returned from a wonderful holiday in Wales. I adore this country, it is virtually on our doorstep and takes about two hours from our home in Liverpool to reach one of our favourite haunts, the delightful Isle of Anglesey.
This time we stayed in a beautiful old lodge house which is situated at the gate of Llynon Hall in the pretty little village of Llanddeusant. 

Wonderful aspect of the rear of The Lodge

Wonderful !




This is the front of the Lodge. It is built as a split level, in fact, there are really three levels, from the entrance hall, go up four steps into the beautiful bedroom complete with a balcony overlooking the verdant country side.
Then, going down eight steps brings you to the comfortable sitting room.
This was our holiday home for one week and what fun we had, we dined on delicious local fare including fresh fish , delivered to our door every morning if we wanted!

The large spotted flat fish in the centre is a Turbot which we enjoyed for supper one evening, absolutely delicious.... simply roasted whole in melted butter, white wine, wild garlic and parsley. Served with Anglesey new potatoes and asparagus wrapped in prosciutto..WHAT a feast.
We also enjoyed the most succulent WELSH shoulder of lamb, cooked in the Greek style of Kleftika..... baked in foil with herbs, onions, garlic, carrots and Cyprus potatoes.....
Another Wonderful Welsh Feast.....
My thanks to the  witty Denise for devising abcWednesday and the wondrous Roger for his administrative wiles!  

Monday, 2 June 2014

U stands for UP

When I was a child I was often asked 'What are you UP to Miss Moss?

 Not that my name was Miss Moss it was a pet name my grandpa called me, when I was UP to mischief! On one particular occasion I was tying my Grandma's pinafore ties to a door handle whilst she was gossiping to her next door neighbour, keeping her UPDATED with the latest activities of another neighbour, referred to as 'that Trollop', who's husband was away at sea in the Merchant Navy.

 Apparently she'd been UP to no good with the Insurance Man from The Prudential  who collected the  premiums on a weekly basis, as they did in those days, sic 1950

 There was no such thing as direct debits then.

 It seemed that 'The Man from the Pru', had been collecting more than the  premiums from said 'Trollop', who  according to Grandma, was 'no better than she ought to be'!

 'What's a trollop Grandma, and what does 'UP' to no good mean,' I enquired innocently? .......Go UPSTAIRS and wash your hands, ready for tea', retorted Grandma. It always seemed that when I asked a question about matters that didn't concern me, I was sent UPSTAIRS to wash my hands........ I must have had the cleanest hands in the road !


I have, at last, started using my new Panasonic Lumix TZ40 Camera and have UPLOADED, some
pictures of our grandchildren UP to mischief and generally having fun.  


Olivia Molly and Freddie
playing on the garden swing. Freddie UP to mischief teasing the girls! 
Christian the youngest looking UPWARD at the camera, he was UP late and rather tired.

Picture of the parents togged UP and ready for a night on the town.
Kirsten and Dean at our house.
Ingrid and Kirsten round at Ingrid's home ready to go UPTOWN and party. .
Mike and Ingrid, Kirsten and Dean
all togged UP and ready  for a knees UP !
Time's UP folks!
My thanks to the UBIQUITOUS Mrs Nesbitt for devising the ILLUSTRIOUS AbcW and the UNIQUE Roger for his UNSWERVING administrative skills!

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