Joining others in this Sunday Selection mix of photo-dumps.
And maybe more!
Well, actually it's late Saturday here.
Here are a few shots from my day here:
Bangers and mash and baked beans for supper tonight.
I worked on spreadsheets for quite a few hours - spreadsheets, my well-paying work for it seems like a century now.
I like this configuration beside my office desk. The list is all the stuff on my agenda, I have a habit of shouting "finito!" when I think I've ticked all the items that come into my day but I glance up at this blackboard and go: "Oh crikey - no!" Crikey is a euphemism. The clock is an old railway one picked up at an antique store one time, the calendar features opera of the month. May is Giuletta e Romeo.
I woke up to heavy fog this morning outside my window. Normally there's lake and ocean on view in the distance. I'm a weirdo who loves fogs and the accompanying foghorns.
Thank you for joining us again.
ReplyDeleteSnap on the fog. We had a heavy fog this morning which I love. No foghorns though. Or, sadly, fogbows.
I always think of the lighthouses and the ships at sea when I hear them. Love those lighthouses. And now that I live here I know some ex-lightkeepers too. Automation took their jobs.
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There is a quietness to fogs and mists, which are somehow quite comforting.
ReplyDeleteTruly plus I always feel there will be no demands on my when it's foggy outside.
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"Crikey is a euphemism". You made me laugh. I've used, golly gosh.
ReplyDeleteYour view is nice regardless of being fogged in. It has been foggy here too at this time of the year. It seems like you live in a rather good housing place.
Four sausages! And of course baked beans. Ya can't take the Irish out of the gal.
Never Andrew! Such a comfort food.! Excellent housing, the lands and gardens are magnificent and the views of course when there's no fog.
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I eat baked beans quite frequently (sometimes Miriam even makes them), mashed potatoes once in a while, and sausages infrequently, but I have never put them all together. Maybe it’s time!
ReplyDeleteDefinitely David! I tried with the baked beans but can't beat the Heinz flavour. I spice the sausages here as they never measure up to the unique spicy taste of the Irish ones.
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Truly love seeing these photos and thanks for the links to the other blogs.
ReplyDeleteThanks and all the photos are great Kate.
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Loved this today from you. I'm also a weirdo about fogs and the quietness and stillness they bring. And bring on the baked beans and sausages, sounds wonderful.
ReplyDeleteA great treat now and again when the fog shrouds the building.
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Love baked beans! Especially homemade! And fog, not driving but to just view or walk in it really brings much happiness! Just getting back with blogger so not sure if it accepts my comment. Love your view!
ReplyDeleteThank you CJ and welcome back. Definitely not for driving. But I love looking at it and hearing the horns.
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I've had sausages with baked beans and sausages with mashed potato, but never the beans and potato together. With potato I prefer onion gravy for my sausages.
ReplyDeleteRiver I never put gravy on sausages so hence the baked beans which makes a nice mess with the potatoes! I'm always 7 years old when I eat them!
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We made colcannon not mashed potatoes. Emma
DeleteMy mother would make this, I can never quite get the cabbage soft enough, I think she used Savoy cabbage.
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Your beans and sausage photo made me think of my Sunday foods so wrote my blog about it.
ReplyDeleteSunday foods, I like that Delaine!
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I've just gotten back (Monday) to follow the links to the Sunday photos, but none of them work for me. Is it just me? I will restart my laptop and see what happens. So often it's a magical fix. Tee hee.
ReplyDeleteNope. I just get pages full of html code. Anyone else?
ReplyDeleteI see what you mean. Blogger changed the way of linking and I must have screwed up, I will try and fix next week.
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I like the quote below the blackboard. And I love the old railway clock.
ReplyDeleteYeah it was quite a find Nick, I always imagine it swinging in the engineers little cabin.
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I live in San Francisco, where the fog has a name: Karl. Thanks to Herb Caen, a well-known columnist for the paper, we still have a foghorn to greet Karl when he arrives on little cat feet.
ReplyDeleteOh Jadie I absolutely love that. We have never named the fog though everything else is named and often quaintly and funnily here.
DeleteKarl. Yes
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