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“Let’s be honest. Coral cuts can be really cool, but only when the pains gone and the cut’s heeled up. A badge of honor.” Surfer blog. I return to Cape Zampa to dive. The sea is still boisterous but I … Continue reading →

I go off very early on Sunday morning to explore. I am on a quest for secret beaches and coves that are only get-at-able to those who seek trawthe. Big Red sniffs the morning air and carries me along the … Continue reading →

My learned friend Sandy asks,”But what does this BRING to the world…besides butter?”  This being the Higgs. Here is the reply.      

Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace : according to thy word.For mine eyes have seen : thy salvation,Which thou hast prepared : before the face of all people;To be a light to lighten the Gentiles : and to be the glory … Continue reading →

I get up at 5:30 to catch a plane to Tokyo. The flight magazine is all in Japanese but there is an article about Islay – of course. Check: https://quietripple.wordpress.com/2012/02/12/et-encore/ I mention this to the flight attendant and ask if there … Continue reading →

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XmJVXHLjVhk It is a beautiful day. This is it. This the tropics. I take Big Red down to my favorite little beach that is exactly 7 minutes from my apartment. I am trying to take it easy as I feel … Continue reading →

I rather like being an invalid. It is a justification for sloth. However, pleasingly for my self esteem, on Sunday morning I want to get up and go for a walk. It is a glorious day. June is busting out … Continue reading →

So this post comes with a warning: ” The following blog contains images that might offend the squeamish, the delicate, the sensitive, the hypochondriac. If this might be you, please switch to the next channel.” I go to Chubu Hospital … Continue reading →

Jeremy left yesterday and so today is the first day for a month that I have not had people staying. This means I can return to the garden. Visitors are not entranced by afternoons spent grubbing around in the garden … Continue reading →

I have been playing same old wooden flute for over 30 years. I cannot read music or anything like that but I seem to understand the traditional music of Ireland and Scotland and can pick up tunes pretty easily by … Continue reading →