Seen last August.
I just love these old salty workhorses.
Seen last August.
I just love these old salty workhorses.
Bank holidays seem to bring out pretty motorcycles. This Triumph is another good looking bike on Lymington High Street.
Near to the skip that I have photographed in Milford-on-Sea, Hampshire, England, are these kooky teapot flower pots.
Further to my obsession with kitchen gadgets – the Antipodeans seem to have got something going: the orange sieve goes back to the late sixties and is still in remarkably good condition, I thought that the stainless mesh would pull out of the plastic moulding but it hasn’t. Oh, I think I have earlier said that this comes from Australia – it doesn’t it is from Auckland, NZ.
The Dalson slice/spatula and the bean slice are definitely Australian. My mother has been buying the slice/spatula for years from the early sixties. The handles melt if left on the side of the frying pan but they still seem to last. They are brilliant at hoiking fried eggs out of the pan.
The Krisk bean slicer is classic and easy to use. Top and tail the bean in the bladed loop at the top. The spring loaded arm with a single blade means that the bean stays snug against the slicing blades. Just push the bean through a bit until you can catch the other side, then pull the bean through, simple. Discard the side sliced off strings. It makes you want to slice beans.
Research on the net show that this little device is made by Tatham Cutlery, to quote them: “Tatham Cutlery Mfg. Co. Pty. Ltd. has been making the KRISK Bean Slicer in Sydney, Australia since 1923. It is exported around the world.
The design of this kitchen tool has changed very little in 80 years. It didn’t need to – because it’s just right as it is!
The KRISK® Bean Stringer & Slicer effortlessly removes the ends and the strings of the bean and slices it lengthwise.
Many people wouldn’t eat their beans any other way.”
Demonstrated on this url on YouTube – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-xixPwj3Ww http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-xixPwj3Ww
This is the same skip as shown in the Zenit blog. It’s quite organic -seems to grow and change every day. Oh, it’s not taken on the Zenit – this is on a Fuji Finepix AV, 14 megapixels.
Wainsford Road is a back road from Pennington to Everton, it’s away of getting from Lymington to Milford-on-Sea when the main A337 – Christchurch road is congested. It also happens to be a very pretty road at this time of the year, lime and apple green leaved branches forming arches over the road. It was here that I knew I was home when travelling home from a long distance. Oddly I have never bothered to photograph it until yesterday. Here are some shots.
This truck is owned by a painter and decorator, Ray Barrett. It has been seen in Southern Road, Lymington, where he is working on a house exterior.
It is in beautiful condition. I don’t know if this was an original colour but it looks fabulous.
This is a photo of my first Westmark potato peeler. I purchased it in about 1969 at Rackhams in Birmingham, incidentally, at the same time, I also bought a Jotul cast iron frying pan and a bright orange Cuisine Queen plastic body with stainless steel mesh, both of which are still going well.
Sorry this is out of focus. Another Westmark peeler, given to the crew of Piamanzi, which I purchased in Kassel in about 1997 with two other similar peelers (as stocking present gifts).
Why rabbit on about potato peelers. Well this potato peeler, like other German ones, is superior to the standard British spud skinner in so far as it has a specially designed curved blade more likely to approximate to the contours of a potato, carrot, parsnip whatever; thereby grabbing a greater slice of the action on each movement. It is a proper blade mounted on an aluminium carrier which swivels in the handle, the British equivalent tends to be just stamped out of a demi-cylinder of stainless, dragging the skin off more than slicing it off. The British equivalent sometimes doubles as an apple corer.
I am afraid German technology wins on potato peelers in my book.
Oh, I nearly forgot, you can got to this website to see more.
This is a work (multiple limited edition) that was shown at the Ikon in 1968 or 1969. There is also one in Southampton City Art Gallery. I don’t know how many were made. The body of the work is 18″ high. Originally designed to be shown hanging on a wire attached to a motor which made it spin. For more information about the artist go to http://www.kencox.org .
This is what I have picked off the web about Park FM. A taxi driver from Network Cars of Lymington told me about it. I don’t seem to get it on my radio – might be being a bit thick here, but I can listen through iTunes on my Mac.
Tune in to 96.9FM to listen to a truly local community radio station on your radio around the home and in the car, as well as on-line at thepark.fm
We’d be grateful if you, your friends and relatives living or working in the New Forest area would tune in to 96.9FM and contact us here at the station to let us know if you are receiving the broadcast.
Please phone 0300 2000 212, text 07745 0122 22 or e-mail firstname.lastname@example.org
Tell us the location where you picked up our signal and the quality of the reception (simply was it good, average or poor), why not also take the opportunity to register an interest in being part of our listener panel, for this you’ll need to leave us your contact details.
If you prefer to leave your feedback on-line, then click “feedback” on the the menu bar.
We hope you will tune in and let us know what you think.
I don’t quite know how far they expect their coverage to spread.
This is a photo borrowed from Andrew to show what a dzho looks like. Yes they really do exist. This is his comment “This is a baby dzho. A cross between a cow and a yak, I think (I hope this qualifies for the Yaks! pool).
Namche is the sort of lowest altitude (3400m) that you see yaks in the Khumbu. Further down, it’s too warm!
Helen took this one.”
Go to the above link for the best view.
Thank you Andrew and Helen
I have given up on Lymington a bit for eating out. There are goodish places but nowhere that is exactly excellent. The Fisherman’s Rest is a pleasant foody pub, but remember it is still a pub. Near Lymington are: the East End Arms, East End; Gordleton Mill, Hordle; the Crown Inn, Everton.
Gordleton Mill is consistently pleasant and has a wonderful waterside garden – almost Monet. I have a few pictures of the garden which will get posted. http://www.themillatgordleton.co.uk/restaurant.htm
My favourite restaurant is sadly not so near, it is Oxfords in Oxford Street, Southampton. This is stylish, cosmopolitan feeling and consistently on target. http://www.oxfordsrestaurant.com/
My friend swears by Pebble Beach in Barton. This has always been good when I have been but I don’t like the ambience so much. http://www.pebblebeach-uk.com/
If you have the money go to Les Mirabelles at Nomansland. Claude the patron runs a real French restaurant which is excellent. Be careful you don’t go wild on the wine list, it will cost you. http://www.lesmirabelles.co.uk/
Some people rave about Chewton Glen. It has a superb reputation, is very good, but I never feel comfortable there. Too many flunkies make me nervous.
That’s today’s food rant over. For drinking Lymington is quite a bit better. My preferred pub is the Kings Arms in St Thomas Street at the top of town. Why? – because it is still a boozer despite doing great Sunday lunches and having music at the weekends. http://www.kingsarmslymington.co.uk
The Kings Head on Quay Hill can be quite buzzy at night. The Bosun’s Chair on Station Street is a good sports pub with a great garden.
The East Arms’ public bar is still a country pub bar despite the old lounge bar now being a restaurant. A great place to go to after a muddy walk with dogs.
Chequers in Woodside is a good pub to walk to with or without dogs. A big garden, smoker friendly and cosy in the winter. http://chequersinnlymington.com/Chequers_Inn_Contact.htm
Not in Lymington, but near enough, is the White Horse in Milford-on-Sea . This is a completely traditional pub even though it serves shedloads of food. In the last ten years I have been frequenting it it has not changed. One of the bar staff has been with the landlady for over 18 years, the chef started his career there as a lad. If you don’t like change go to the White Horse.
That’s my pub rant. Oh! don’t try New Milton for pubs, they are awful.
My friend Jane Worthington has just returned from Cambodia. A few of her pics. They are fairly self explanatory.
Copyright Jane Worthington
For fun I recently purchased an old SLR camera from my local pub. It was a Zenit. I had heard of the make, at art college it was the cheapskates’ SLR. Posher students having Prakticas and Pentaxes. My friend Jane had a Zenit – no disrespect, I think I had some ghastly piece of kit called a Penguin which my father gave me. I borrowed the college’s Yashica TLR, a kind of cheap Rolleiflex. That was fine.
For many years I gave up on cameras save the odd one trip holiday cam. Oddly for me these gave remarkable results – I think they do if the sunlight is bright.
Back to my new s/h Zenit. I purchased some new kind of black and white film from Boots, stuff that can be put through colour processors and still come out as black and white (when it’s not pink it has a slight blue cast). Eager to try it out I ran around town trying to use all the film up. I took the camera home to check rewinding procedures – first disaster, you had to tweak a collar under the shutter button to release the sprockets. I thought the rewinding was crunchy but foolishly blamed this on Russian robustness. I had stripped all the sprocket holes off the film, rendering the film useless and my morning wasted. Never mind, I had three for the price of two and a still sunny afternoon. Well I don’t know what I did wrong. When I went Boots to collect my disc and prints the girl smiled and said that she didn’t think that they were very good. She was right, they were very abstract, with large areas of complete over exposure, and showing only some of the wood grain, foliage and rubbish which I thought I had photographed. This was like lomography by Eisenstein (Battleship Potemkin). Strange and meaningless as these images there was some allure – possibly the poignancy of failure. My friend thinks they are worthy of entering for the Ruskin prize. I think I had accidentally mastered the technique of double exposure by only half pulling the film carriage lever across. I did wonder why it said I had only exposed 16 images. I will publish some of the images, the more artistic of course. Next time will be colour – I can’t wait to see what can go wrong.
Please reader do not think I am completely useless at photography – digital suits me fine and I can produce accomplished images – but you can’t get quite the cock ups that are possible with good old analogue film. Look out for the colour!
Oh… I now want a fish eye lens – anyone help?
Are camels the trucks of the desert. These camels are enjoying the comfort of a ride in a Nissan truck in the Egyptian desert not far from Sharm el Sheikh.
Picture copyright by Byron Richards
Look at the picture above and you can see where this driver
Broke through the guardrail, on the right side of the culvert,
Where the people are standing on the road, pointing.
The pick-up was traveling about 75 mph from right to left
When it crashed through the guardrail.
It flipped end-over-end bounced off and across the culvert outlet,
And landed right side up on the left side of the culvert,
Facing the opposite direction from which the driver was traveling.
The 22-year-old driver and his 18-year-old passenger
Were unhurt except for minor cuts and bruises.
Just outside Flagstaff , AZ , on U.S. Hwy 100.
Now look at the second picture below..
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The Nederlands Government decided November last year the smoking ban will no longer apply in small bars that have no staff. Small means less than 70 sq.m. (about (750 sq.ft.)
The reason is that these small but popular bars (bruin bars) had no space to create a separate smoking room and would be suffering competition from larger bars. Under the revision allowing the bars to open is the condition is that the bar must have no staff but be run by its owner. This is a snag but which could be got round by making staff co-owners.
I have always thought that pubs, where space allowed, could have pleasant smoke free areas. My local club the Royal British Legion, Lymington, seemed to deal with smoke very effectively by having massive and effective air scrubbers on the ceiling. They didn’t have segregated areas but could easily have done so had the new laws not been so draconian.
Before the law many of the larger pub chains were also beginning to introduce segregated areas. This should have been allowed to continue with the new law imposing segregation on all establishments over a given size. Smaller establishments should be given the choice.
My local pub is of an area just about 175 sq.ft. It couldn’t really have two separate areas. 70% of its clientele smoke. I think landlords of pubs this size should be given the option of smoking or not smoking.
If the Government is determined not to make any concessions It could encourage more pleasant, and more enclosed outside smoking areas with some warmth (ok there is the global warming issue). Having a shelter with effectively two sides open to the elements is unfair to the smoker, it’s if the government wants molly coddle the non-smoker and penalise the smoker, turning the smoker into a pariah. Non smokers get dry and often upholstered seats, smokers often get hard, sometimes damp seats, sometimes no seats. Smokers either in or out of the shelters are often criticised by non smokers when the weather is fine, further adding to the pariah image of the smoker. Non smokers should be reminded that they do not actually own the atmosphere. Pubs without gardens have to push their smokers into the streets which does not greatly add to the image of the pub and the non smoke may have to enter the pub through a pall of smoke, nothing to stop the smoke blowing inside the pub anyway.
I say let’s adopt something like the Dutch revisions allowing small pubs to decide whether they are smoking or not and allow larger pubs to have segregated areas (not the bus shelter outside approach) this doesn’t stop any pub bar or restaurant going totally non smoking.
If we are going to have bans perhaps can we do something about other unpleasantnesses – snogging in public – perhaps pubs should have bicycle sheds for snogging, blowing noses, farting etc.
And now pubs are non smoking, patrons (or the law) may like to consider the need for personal hygiene a little more now that smells are no longer masked by lovely acrid cigarette smoke.
I visited Lima three times in the last couple of years. I had two favourite restaurants, Punto Blanco on the Circuito de Playas, Barranco and Bodega de la Trattoria by the Huaca Pucllana on Avenida General Borgono.
Punto Blanco was the most favourite because it was on the promenade facing the Pacific Ocean. My photographs don’t show it clearly but it was a curious one storey cylindrical structure, almost like a huge gun emplacement.
The first time I went I ordered from the a la carte menu as opposed to choosing from the huge buffet. Possibly a mistake, but the starter was a wonderful theatrical moment. Not knowing Peruvian Spanish very well I risked a Festival of Causas as my starter. Well, when it arrived it caused my companion to indulge in slight hysteria. As you will see when I eventually load the photo why the hoots. A causa is cylinder of fondant potato, usually the Peruvian yellow variety (papa amarilla) and stuffed with a variety of delicacies from chicken to squid. My festival of causas looked like yellow stumpy phalluses with curiously coloured excrescences. My dining companion thought it was a wind up. He thought it was the most camp starter he had ever seen.
Friends visiting Lima recently say the restaurant is now closed. God knows what they did wrong! They were always busy when I was there and I must have been 3 times a week when in Lima. Perhaps they didn’t pay the right kind of bills.
What more can be said – alas!