Here I am, down in Western Australia. Perth to be exact and today has been our first full day. Yesterday, Sunday, was spent recovering from the journey.
We woke to a beautiful sunny, blue skies, day. We had decided to take a trip to Whiteman Park where we enjoyed a leisurely exploration of Caversham Wildlife Park and lunch in the on site Village Cafe.
Obviously I took photos and have posted a few here your pleasure. They are in no particular order.
The new patio, completed after a lot of hardwork, provides a good platform for our new, relatively, garden furniture.
Couple of snaps of this seasons squirrels who, once again, have proven themselves adept at getting past any obstacles that I put in their path in my failed attempts to stop them from stealing the bird feed.
Thanks to my nephew for posting the link on FB. I think it needs a broader audience.
32 Photos That Will Make Your Stomach Drop.
About a year ago I posted about our visit to Blenheim Palace, about our picnic in the grounds and posted a few snapshots from that day. Well we have been back, specifically to view the inside.
So I present for your delectation a few snaps from Saturdays exploration.
Starting us off is the head of Winston Churchill, possibly England’s greatest Prime Minister.
Some of the youngsters out there may not realise that Winston Churchill was the inventor of one of their current favourite favourites, the”onesy”. Of course it wasn’t called that back in the day. I present for you the “SirenSuit”
Invented during time of war, designed to be pulled on over your bedclothes and worn when you had to dash to the air raid shelter.
Below is the bedroom in which Churchill was born. Given the grandeur of Blenheim this room seems rather cosy by comparison.
After touring the house we had a spot of lunch on the terrace, overlooking the water gardens.
As luck would have it, our visit to Blenheim coincided with a Mediaeval Tournament which was taking place in the grounds to the South of the palace. We strolled across the lawns, being buffeted by the quite strong winds that had blown up. The tournament was a jovial affair, presided over by King Henry
After the excitement of the tournament we returned to the palace. New this year is ‘Blenheim Palace: The Untold Story’ an audio-visual trail through the history of Blenheim. It seemed a little disjointed at times but was very interesting although the theatre room left us a bit perplexed, not sure what they were trying to convey.
After a beautiful visit we set off for home but not before stopping at what is becoming a favourite of ours. The White Horse at Ampfield where we had a lovely meal. I would like to make a personal recommendation and that is, should you ever visit The White Horse, choose the Faggots. That is if they are on the menu. They are made by the butchers in the nearby village of Hursley. They are delicious and very filling.
Not sure who “franzy” is that’s being fed according to The Mail. But this collage is fabulous.
Our house is a much quieter place since Pippa the Shih Tzu was picked up this morning. She has gone back home to be with her Mum who had been in hospital following an altercation with a paper boys bicycle.
We think Pippa new something was afoot. Something in the way that she was following me around, being more of a shadow than usual. However, when she was collected she ran out the door and was gone without a single look back.
How is that for gratitude after we took you in ?
We will miss her company and her funny little ways but she is where she should be. Her Mum has missed her and they will be good company for each other.
WrAnTz 