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The Ice Prince vessel sank off the Dorset coast a few days ago, losing its cargo of several thousand tons of timber. This weekend, much of the wood washed up on our own Worthing beaches. We took a walk there this afternoon and took a few pictures.
Now we all know that Rose has iced a thousand cakes, and is ocassionally capable of giving an icy stare at her hubby, but here she is doing what she must do if she wants to drive to work instead of walk! No snow yet this winter in Worthing, but plenty of frosty mornings.
One Century Between Us – Mark & Rose enjoying Smart’s Circus
Our house is perhaps 300 meters as the crow flies (actually it is as the seagull flies here in Worthing) from Holmfield Park, the venue of the visiting circus. All week we have been able to hear the circus band playing during the shows. Part of celebrating Rose’s 50th birthday, was going to the circus – and so we walked there, got the candy floss and the popcorn, and had a really fun evening. Our ringside seats were the best, and we were as close as you could get to the action without being in the ring.
Photos taken with circus permission (we paid £1.00 for a camera ticket)
Erin the dog – bitch really – but for some reason I always think I am rude to use that word – watching Rose and her owner, Julie, exiting the circular walk around Cissbury Ring, near Worthing. This site is Iron Age, a fort set on the chalk hills and dating to around 300 B.C. We did this brisk walk yesterday afternoon, and spied out many lovely places for future picnics and walks.
Ready for friends and a braai in Worthing
Yes, it is not quite the same as the ‘old days’ of braais around the pool with loads of good friends around, but after a full day of working in the garden, I was thankful it was a small one. We enjoyed a very convivial meal with Zimbo friends, the Chiketas, and it felt good to be able to just talk lots about things we all had in common. And you know, the meat for the braai was excellent – British beef and lamb – cooked up deliciously. We are getting used to the fact that the sun is still shining bright at dinner time (this photo was taken at a quarter to six), and as the really terrible garden we moved in with a few months back turns into something much nicer, we are enjoying our first full English summer.
Brits don’t cancel because of weather – watching a fireworks display in the rain on the Worthing seafront at the Worthing Festival 2007
Friday night was the big fireworks night of this week’s Worthing Festival. Rain almost stopped play, but the show started on time, and the first couple of minutes were great! Then the smoke from the exploding fireworks seemed to mix with low clouds, and soon all we could see was the ocassional colourful flash, and then hear the explosions. What a pity, especially for the Lions Club of Worthing, arrangers of the event. I overheard one of them saying the fireworks cost £7000.
Richard Banks and Rose
English Bobbies
walking a wet beat down Worthing’s beach front
Richard Banks and Rose waiting for the fireworks show to begin
Narcissus, Tulips, and pansies feature in Rose’s first planter in England
Our garden is beginning to look like something we enjoy being in and looking at. It was an untidy mess when we moved into the house, and then came winter, so not much could get done. But spring has created the motivation, and we have had three braais (BBQ to the rest of the world) on our back garden patch. Rose has been busy planting sweet peas, and the bulbs we did plant in winter have come up and bloomed.
Yes, those are bikes up at the other end, and our braai
No, that is not our house, it is 3 houses!
The lawn is recovering nicely after much neglect I am certain! As I type here, I can hear church bells peeling in the near distance, and the broken lock I repaired on the garden shed at the bottom of the garden makes me feel like getting in there and setting up some of my tools and organising the workbench.
Watching Parasurfers in Worthing, yesterday
Parasurfing is a popular sport in West Sussex, judging from the colourful array of canopies we saw on the beaches yesterday. I hasten to add that it looks like a load of fun but probably requires some important skills, fitness, and strength! The wind was blowing quite hard, yet there were dozens of parasurfers, dodging the wind surfers, and each other.
Parafsurfers battle the wind to bring their canopy off the beach
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