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Showing posts with label greenwich. Show all posts
Showing posts with label greenwich. Show all posts
Wednesday, 12 November 2008

Rex's Nuts - Thereby Hangs A Tale

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About a year ago I wrote about the 400 year old chestnut trees that grow in Greenwich park home of Greenwich Mean Time (GMT) and wrote up m...
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Tuesday, 15 July 2008

Fishing In A Barrel

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Am I psychic? Or are the public just extremely predicable? One day a week I spend at home with The littlest Bushwacker; generally we drop...
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Thursday, 4 October 2007

Mother! Behave Yourself!!

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Just in case you didn’t believe me when I told you about the foraging septuagenarian matriarchs ! As I was taking this picture I got into co...

Shh Keep 'em Under Your Hat

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They've arrived ! Ripe and ready to gather! I picked (picked up?) this crop yesterday. Had a few for tea, after last nights running club...
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Thursday, 27 September 2007

Those New Chestnuts

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Like the our pal the American Bushman I’m noticing the shift in the seasons; London was decidedly nippy today, and the prelude to last nigh...
Thursday, 20 September 2007

Running, Eggs, And Posts I Re-Read

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Last night I had a glimpse of the future, a bit like Scrooge seeing the Ghost of Running Club yet To Be….. And re-read some of my favorite b...
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Sunday, 16 September 2007

That Old Chestnut.

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I’m eating one of the last apples from our tree, as I recover from the mornings exertions. Outside its still sunny but the season is startin...
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Wednesday, 12 September 2007

Sharpening and Reprofiling

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Oh the pain! Whinge-moan. Whinge. Moan. Running club! Battered. Whinge moan. Delicious fried food danced before my eyes. Imaginary Elk sn...
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Monday, 10 September 2007

The re-wilding of Mrs SBW

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The weekend saw a return to the regular weekend schedule; kids to drama class and vegetable shopping in the market afterwards. On Sunday I r...
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Thursday, 30 August 2007

Sofa King Whacked

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It’s that time again: your pal SBW was forced off the sofa and the TV remote prised from his chubby little hand – “Off to the running club ...
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Saturday, 21 July 2007

What The Fox Happening?

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Three hundred and ten days ago, while I still lived on the other side of the hill. I was sitting in my living room working on my laptop, whe...
Sunday, 8 July 2007

Mud Larks of Deptford

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Mud Lark - ‘A fellow who goes about by the waterside picking up coals, nails, or other articles in the mud.’ Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue...
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