Friday, July 31, 2009
And then I burned the chicken pie.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
And now, back to some Ascension photos...things have been a little hectic here, so apologies for the break in the photos. Below: "One Boat" - which is a place name, announced by the physical presence of one boat. Note the small detail of various trophies accumulating at the base. Nick doesn't know what they're there for, but can confirm that they don't get stolen.
Above: Sunday lunch at the American Airforce base. Lunch at the base is a highlight for many people as the canteen is well stocked with fresh salads, fruits and a wonderful variety of food and drink. Our friend Wilson who regularly attended the services and who works on the base, invited Nick and several others along.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
The boys were properly enrolled this evening during the Scout's AGM. I had to miss most of bible study to be with them for this all-important ceremony which they had been looking forward to for so long. They had to say the promise and then received their scarves and badges. Aaron is a Beaver and Caleb is a Cub.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Yesterday morning while selling jewellery (and I brought home a staggering ₤10.50), a lady approached me to ask if I would please cut her hair - after all, I had cut Maddison's hair so I must be able to. I explained that I really am not qualified at all and don't know what I'm doing, but she pressed on and set a date for this morning. How could I refuse? She brought her 17-year-old daughter along who also wanted a cut. I was happy to oblige but concluded that straight hair poses a far greater challenge. While cutting the mom's hair she asked if I used to cut hair in the UK. "No and no", I said, "We don't come from the UK and I've never cut anyone's hair outside the family except Maddy's." "Oh," she said. Then after a pause she added, "So who actually is Maddison?"
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
And...still more Ascension photos (there are lots to come still). Nick started one of his walks at the golf course where he parked the car, headed for a swimming beach called Comfortless Cove. I can confidently say that St Helena has a more appealing golf course (the greens are actually green).
On the way he visited some 'rubbish or ruins' - depending on one's opinion of these World War II fuel storage tanks. Some people feel they should be removed and discarded while others see them as historical artifacts.
The area is bristling with communications devices and equipment - radio transmitters and wires and cables are rampant.
Barren but beautiful - this is a side view of the slope of one of the Three Sisters.
At last, the long walk was reward with a swim in Comfortless Cove. The rope prevents swimmers from being swept out to sea - there are strong undercurrents.
Behind the cove is a small graveyard, where the victims of a yellowfever outbreak were quarantined and subsequently buried.