100 Word Challenge For Grown Ups # 32


Because it’s leap year this week, Julia’s prompt is ‘take a leap of faith’ and my story is called,

Dogon Dreams

She’d dreamt for so long. Long faced Kanaga masks with square dark holes where eyes should be. She dreamt that staring in, was staring into her future, into the Dark Continent, to travel on the Niger to Dogon country. ‘Damn it,’ she’d said and booked a flight, a leap of faith, to Bamako.


A sharp sandblast of anxiety pelted her, as she stepped from the arrivals hall to a barracking mob of taxi drivers. They offered Mopti, her destination for $250. She turned, for reassurance, to the blue eyed French man she had just met. ‘Xavier, which taxi shall we choose?’

Tag – you’re it!

This game is called “Tag – you’re it!”


  • You must post these rules.
  • Each person must post 11 things about him/herself on their blog. Answer the questions the “tagger” listed for you in their post,
  • And create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer.
  • Choose 11 people to tag and link to them in the post.
  • Let each blogger know that you have tagged them                                                                     My answers to the 11 questions asked by Sonel, http://sonelscorner.wordpress.com
    1. Name one important lesson you’ve learned in life.  you can’t change yesterday, you don’t know about tomorrow so just be with today.
    2. Who or what inspires you? Being outdoors, anywhere,  to watch people.
    3. If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go? Mali.
    4. Name a movie title for the story of your life. Secrets and lies.
    5. What was your favorite toy as a kid? My troll collection that I used to make clothes for.
    6. If you can be a Disney character, who would you be? I would have to create my own.
    7. If you won the lottery, what is the first thing you would do? Laugh.
    8. Have you ever had something happen to you that you thought was bad but it turned out to be for the best? Being made redundant.
    9. What is something you learned last week? That there are little tube shaped gadgets to drink through that make the dirtiest water safe with it’s internal filtration thingy.
    10. If you could meet anyone, living or dead, who would you meet? My late father who I hardly knew.                                                                                                                    

      11. When you are alone what do you most enjoy doing? Writing obviously!                Now I get to tag 11 people and ask 11 questions of them.   

      For any of you guys that decide to join in this is the hardest part, my eleven questions.  Actually the really hard bit is getting rid of the silly formatting I have copied and pasted!  Feel free to  play or ignore me!

      What was the last thing you had to drink?

      Do you have a plan for tomorrow?

      Can you remember your first day at school and if you liked it?

      Have you overcome any phobias?

      Your favourite book, and why?

      A link to your most popular blog post

      What made you laugh today?

      Have you ever taken part in a protest?

      Have your ever been really, REALLY scared?

      What is the strangest thing you have even eaten?

      Will you go to heaven?

      And here are my chosen ones 🙂













Sunday Post: Landscape

As part of my decision to focus more often on the UK, my photo for the Sunday post this week was taken on Dartmoor, hope you like its stark beauty.

At 368 square miles, Dartmoor is the largest and wildest area of open country in Southern England, this shot is taken from Houndtor and the granite outcrop in the distance is Haytor. I believe that some areas on the moor were used in the filming of Warhorse.

This is part of Jakes Sunday post here, http://jakesprinters.wordpress.com/2012/02/25/sunday-post-landscape/


RHS Rosemoor, a garden in winter

I’ve been to one of my favourite gardens today, looked after by the Royal Horticultural Society, Rosemoor is near Great Torrington and an hour from home. It’s a garden for all seasons and perhaps best known for its midsummer display of roses. Much as I love roses, it can be a bit busy there for me then and the rose garden is more formal than I like a garden to be.

At this time of the year its heaven, full of the earliest of spring flowers and shrubs and the trees look stunning in their nakedness. There is fragrance everywhere, most noticeably from Daphne, Viburnum and Box with the occasional waft of Eucalyptus. The most common snowdrops are coming to the end of their season but they have many varieties still looking fresh, crocuses are abundant, and the dwarf narcissi and hellebore are exquisite.

Rosemoor is divided into several sections, a winter garden, herbaceous, woodland, exotic and the original garden created by Lady Anne Palmer who gifted the 65 acres to the RHS. To reach Lady Anne’s garden you walk through a tunnel under the road towards the house which is surrounded by a more relaxed style of planting with Mediterranean area and the stone garden.

A very well planned vegetable garden produces an abundance of fresh food for the restaurant as well as seed for research. Right now the espaliered fruit trees are still dormant, but this really shows the skill involved in maintaining them. Strings of last season’s onions hang in a thatched summerhouse along with pumpkins, gourds and dried peppers and everywhere you walk there is an orchestra of birdsong.

Modern water features and ponds can be seen in the formal areas and there is a large lake stocked with Rudd and visited by ducks, and amphibians. The area around the lake has been refurbished since I was last there, smartened up and I prefer it as it was, but no doubt health and safety had to be considered, so it now has an improved path to the edge and a wooden bridge that I do like.

The icing on the cake today was a sculpture exhibition, a wonderful selection of art scattered throughout the garden, and great fun to turn a corner and find the next piece. It was all for sale and for those with a few thousand ponds to spare there were some very desirable things to choose from, my favourite was called ‘Refuge’ and of course was way beyond my reach.


I spent five hours happily wandering, it’s a very peaceful way to spend a day especially as the sun came out after lunch. Perhaps I will go back when the roses bloom or maybe when the vegetable garden reaches its zenith in August, whenever it will always be a delight!

I think I have created a pdf thingy of some of the Rosemoor sculpture photos I took, try clicking and let me know if it works!

The River Exe, from Exeter to Exmouth

I’ve decided it’s time to post more about where I live, a really beautiful part of the world, so these are a few photos of the river that runs through my  home town. It begins north of here in the depths of the countryside but I’m beginning just down the road and ending ten miles away at the estuary.

So first of all, Exeter’s historic quay

Trew’s weir, a mile down river

Of course there are always mute swans

 Kriz’s photo here http://kardzbykris.wordpress.com/2012/02/21/leap-year-additional-february-day-21-2/ inspired this post, because it reminded me of one of my favourite paths, along the mill leat that begins just after the weir.

The leat rejoins the river

The old mill

Looking up river, with  the canal on the left .

Another lovely path

Reed beds

The canal, one of the oldest in the country, begins at the quay and runs about five miles to the Turf lock and parallel to the river. This is about half way down.

Topsham quay, the river’s half way point between Exeter and Exmouth

Topsham, looking down river.

Lympstone, eight miles down and the river is quite wide

and finally, the estuary looking west towards Dawlish Warren.

I hope you enjoyed your brief meander down stream!

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week #31


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This weeks prompt is The Flip Side and you would have to be a certain age to get what I’m talking about but here it is!

Down the lane from the fields

The last few bits were thrown into the removal van and us kids went back to our rooms to check for left behinds. ‘It’s no good complaining you’ve forgotten something’, mum’s voice sounded sad, she’d been here forever and thought she would never leave. I saw her through my window, a basket on her arm, picking the bright red fruit for the last time. So much for Strawberry Fields Forever. Dad took her hand and led her to the car. I was last to climb in, with the coins I’d found. ‘Ready?’ said dad ‘Penny Lane here we come.’

Sunday Post : Colourful

If your blog is about photography, videography, Graphic Artwork Or Writing – Join in the Sunday Competition:

Here’s how the weekly photo Competition  works:

1. Each week, Jake will provide a theme for creative inspiration. Show the world  based on your interpretation what you have in mind for the theme, and post them on your blog anytimebefore the following Sunday when the next photo theme will be announced.

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Make sure to have the image link to http://jakesprinters.wordpress.com/ so that others can learn about the challenge, too.

So here is my entry for the theme ‘Colourful’

Colourful traditional pottery in Turkey

Weekly Photo Challenge: Down

I really like this weeks challenge but will restrain myself to just a few pics!

Looking beyond the Petronas Towers to a whole load of tiny sky scraping buildings!

He made it ‘down’ low enough.

Looking ‘down’ from the top of the Eiffel Tower.

Gorillas visit a Uganda village

Thanks to Inside Out Cafe for this wonderful video, just so amazing!

Happily ... after retirement

Oh my …this 5 minute video shows a family of gorillas who visit a village in Uganda.  The silence, grace, unity and harmony of it is awesome.
No hurries, no worries… just a stroll into a nearby village.

You can feel the love and amazement of the cameraman who becomes part of the adventure. And the respect and awareness of those filming the visit was beautiful.
The gorillas only visit the village a few times a year and it happened on the last day of their stay … oh my, what a glorious morning it was for all of them. And now for us!

May you see the beauty around you on this glorious day!

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