The question is – does the motorcaravan need its own resident teddy?
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The life and thoughts of Freda Marshall, a retired Church of Scotland minister living amongst the mountains and glens of Argyll.Pages
The question is – does the motorcaravan need its own resident teddy?
The mystery of the strange noises emanating from the study is solved.
Grandpa was playing with 2yr old grandson's new birthday present.
An electronic car console with appropriate noises. The other strange noise was said Grandpa chuckling.
On a boat, packing involves finding dry places. In a campervan the challenge is to find places that things cannot jump out of en route.
Dana does not like being rained upon from above by all manner of books and pamphlets.
Why is it that the bright, stark colours of a Greek calendar look appealing in Greece, whereas in the midst of a golden British autumn, they simply look garish?
We have all the cheer in colour we need in our own country.
8 out of 10 cats are said to prefer Whiskas. Our cat is no exception. But it is a bit much to discover that he likes Rabbit with Green Peas, and Salmon with Carrots.
Wise words from MK Ghandi (20th century)
We must widen the circle of our love until it
embraces the whole village; the village in
turn must take into its fold the district; the
district the province, and so on till the scope
of our love encompasses the whole world.
The Church of Scotland is adept at re-inventing its structures.
A colleague recently described the new Council of Assembly as the Politbureau.
I do not disagree.
Autumn is here, the nights are getting darker.
So why is the grass still growing?
I suspect that the new washing machine automatically knows when a load is quarter, half or full, and adjusts the water flow accordingly.
That really is spooky.
Caravans, motorhomes and camping all come with a multitude of gadgets these days. one of the most entertaining is the remote gubbins that turns a caravan into a remote-control toy vehicle. No more of the yelling and gesticulating as the driver (usually a woman) attempts to manoevre near to the hitch; no more of the grunting and puffing as the operative (usually a man) attempts to heave the hitch onto the tow-ball.
Actually, the gadgetry is even more entertaining. People take longer and don't want to give up.
But at least it is easier on the back.