<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183</id><updated>2012-02-01T14:27:21.651Z</updated><category term='South Africa'/><category term='Social'/><category term='Plans'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Scotland'/><category term='Spain'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Alan's Almanac</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts and musings about life in general - and my life in particular.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>294</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-3129569924575093459</id><published>2011-12-28T20:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:41:09.896Z</updated><title type='text'>2012 - I am what I am</title><content type='html'>In the past at this time of year I have spent considerable time in retrospection and considerable angst in prediction.  But as we end another year, I simply want to try to recover my self-confidence and look forward to the future with some degree of hope.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I guess my single resolution is to try to be comfortable in my own skin;  to accept myself; to love myself.I need to be myself even when others want me to be someone else.Someone will always be prettier, someone will always be younger, someone will always be smarter.  But no-one else will be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I will not change at the request of other people.  I am what I am.  I like what I am.  I need to remain kind, to be gentle, to be strong. I need to be me.  I will be me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'It will be hard I know. And the road will be muddy and rough, but I'll get there.  Heaven knows how but I'll get there. I know I will.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-3129569924575093459?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/3129569924575093459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=3129569924575093459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3129569924575093459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3129569924575093459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012-i-am-what-i-am.html' title='2012 - I am what I am'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-3927814913459737508</id><published>2011-12-16T20:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-16T20:38:24.413Z</updated><title type='text'>30 things to stop doing to yourself</title><content type='html'>We are rapidly approaching the time for New Year's resolutions and once again I think about aspirations from last year not met, and plans for next year which will make be a better person, mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an interesting post on Facebook from Tom Brooks quoting from a blog by &lt;a href="http://www.marcandangel.com/"&gt;Marc and Angel&lt;/a&gt; where they give practical tips for productive living. This listed 30 things which were described as things we should stop doing to ourselves. Normally I find such lists a bit trite, a bit superficial and a bit irrelevant. But this list is very powerful and,in my case, absolutely spot-on. So I hope they won't mind if I repeat it here as much for my benefit rather that for anyone who may read this. But you may find something useful here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop spending time with the wrong people.&lt;/strong&gt; – Life is too short to spend time with people who suck the happiness out of you. If someone wants you in their life, they’ll make room for you. You shouldn’t have to fight for a spot. Never, ever insist yourself to someone who continuously overlooks your worth. And remember, it’s not the people that stand by your side when you’re at your best, but the ones who stand beside you when you’re at your worst that are your true friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop running from your problems.&lt;/strong&gt; – Face them head on. No, it won’t be easy. There is no person in the world capable of flawlessly handling every punch thrown at them. We aren’t supposed to be able to instantly solve problems. That’s not how we’re made. In fact, we’re made to get upset, sad, hurt, stumble and fall. Because that’s the whole purpose of living – to face problems, learn, adapt, and solve them over the course of time. This is what ultimately molds us into the person we become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop lying to yourself.&lt;/strong&gt; – You can lie to anyone else in the world, but you can’t lie to yourself. Our lives improve only when we take chances, and the first and most difficult chance we can take is to be honest with ourselves. Read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0743243153/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=marandang-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0743243153"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Road Less Traveled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop putting your own needs on the back burner&lt;/strong&gt;. – The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too. Yes, help others; but help yourself too. If there was ever a moment to follow your passion and do something that matters to you, that moment is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop trying to be someone you’re not.&lt;/strong&gt; – One of the greatest challenges in life is being yourself in a world that’s trying to make you like everyone else. Someone will always be prettier, someone will always be smarter, someone will always be younger, but they will never be you. Don’t change so people will like you. Be yourself and the right people will love the real you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop trying to hold onto the past.&lt;/strong&gt; – You can’t start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading your last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop being scared to make a mistake.&lt;/strong&gt; – Doing something and getting it wrong is at least ten times more productive than doing nothing. Every success has a trail of failures behind it, and every failure is leading towards success. You end up regretting the things you did NOT do far more than the things you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop berating yourself for old mistakes.&lt;/strong&gt; – We may love the wrong person and cry about the wrong things, but no matter how things go wrong, one thing is for sure, mistakes help us find the person and things that are right for us. We all make mistakes, have struggles, and even regret things in our past. But you are not your mistakes, you are not your struggles, and you are here NOW with the power to shape your day and your future. Every single thing that has ever happened in your life is preparing you for a moment that is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop trying to buy happiness.&lt;/strong&gt; – Many of the things we desire are expensive. But the truth is, the things that really satisfy us are totally free – love, laughter and working on our passions.&lt;br /&gt;Stop exclusively looking to others for happiness. – If you’re not happy with who you are on the inside, you won’t be happy in a long-term relationship with anyone else either. You have to create stability in your own life first before you can share it with someone else. Read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1400077427/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=marandang-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1400077427"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stumbling on Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop being idle.&lt;/strong&gt; – Don’t think too much or you’ll create a problem that wasn’t even there in the first place. Evaluate situations and take decisive action. You cannot change what you refuse to confront. Making progress involves risk. Period! You can’t make it to second base with your foot on first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop thinking you’re not ready.&lt;/strong&gt; – Nobody ever feels 100% ready when an opportunity arises. Because most great opportunities in life force us to grow beyond our comfort zones, which means we won’t feel totally comfortable at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop getting involved in relationships for the wrong reasons.&lt;/strong&gt; – Relationships must be chosen wisely. It’s better to be alone than to be in bad company. There’s no need to rush. If something is meant to be, it will happen – in the right time, with the right person, and for the best reason. Fall in love when you’re ready, not when you’re lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop rejecting new relationships just because old ones didn’t work.&lt;/strong&gt; – In life you’ll realize that there is a purpose for everyone you meet. Some will test you, some will use you and some will teach you. But most importantly, some will bring out the best in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop trying to compete against everyone else.&lt;/strong&gt; – Don’t worry about what others doing better than you. Concentrate on beating your own records every day. Success is a battle between YOU and YOURSELF only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop being jealous of others.&lt;/strong&gt; – Jealousy is the art of counting someone else’s blessings instead of your own. Ask yourself this: “What’s something I have that everyone wants?”&lt;br /&gt;Stop complaining and feeling sorry for yourself. – Life’s curveballs are thrown for a reason – to shift your path in a direction that is meant for you. You may not see or understand everything the moment it happens, and it may be tough. But reflect back on those negative curveballs thrown at you in the past. You’ll often see that eventually they led you to a better place, person, state of mind, or situation. So smile! Let everyone know that today you are a lot stronger than you were yesterday, and you will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop holding grudges.&lt;/strong&gt; – Don’t live your life with hate in your heart. You will end up hurting yourself more than the people you hate. Forgiveness is not saying, “What you did to me is okay.” It is saying, “I’m not going to let what you did to me ruin my happiness forever.” Forgiveness is the answer… let go, find peace, liberate yourself! And remember, forgiveness is not just for other people, it’s for you too. If you must, forgive yourself, move on and try to do better next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop letting others bring you down to their level.&lt;/strong&gt; – Refuse to lower your standards to accommodate those who refuse to raise theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop wasting time explaining yourself to others.&lt;/strong&gt; – Your friends don’t need it and your enemies won’t believe it anyway. Just do what you know in your heart is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop doing the same things over and over without taking a break.&lt;/strong&gt; – The time to take a deep breath is when you don’t have time for it. If you keep doing what you’re doing, you’ll keep getting what you’re getting. Sometimes you need to distance yourself to see things clearly.&lt;br /&gt;Stop overlooking the beauty of small moments. – Enjoy the little things, because one day you may look back and discover they were the big things. The best portion of your life will be the small, nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who matters to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop trying to make things perfect.&lt;/strong&gt; – The real world doesn’t reward perfectionists, it rewards people who get things done. Read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0142000280/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=marandang-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0142000280"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Getting Things Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop following the path of least resistance.&lt;/strong&gt; – Life is not easy, especially when you plan on achieving something worthwhile. Don’t take the easy way out. Do something extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop acting like everything is fine if it isn’t.&lt;/strong&gt; – It’s okay to fall apart for a little while. You don’t always have to pretend to be strong, and there is no need to constantly prove that everything is going well. You shouldn’t be concerned with what other people are thinking either – cry if you need to – it’s healthy to shed your tears. The sooner you do, the sooner you will be able to smile again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop blaming others for your troubles.&lt;/strong&gt; – The extent to which you can achieve your dreams depends on the extent to which you take responsibility for your life. When you blame others for what you’re going through, you deny responsibility – you give others power over that part of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop trying to be everything to everyone.&lt;/strong&gt; – Doing so is impossible, and trying will only burn you out. But making one person smile CAN change the world. Maybe not the whole world, but their world. So narrow your focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop worrying so much.&lt;/strong&gt; – Worry will not strip tomorrow of its burdens, it will strip today of its joy. One way to check if something is worth mulling over is to ask yourself this question: “Will this matter in one year’s time? Three years? Five years?” If not, then it’s not worth worrying about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop focusing on what you don’t want to happen.&lt;/strong&gt; – Focus on what you do want to happen. Positive thinking is at the forefront of every great success story. If you awake every morning with the thought that something wonderful will happen in your life today, and you pay close attention, you’ll often find that you’re right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop being ungrateful.&lt;/strong&gt; – No matter how good or bad you have it, wake up each day thankful for your life. Someone somewhere else is desperately fighting for theirs. Instead of thinking about what you’re missing, try thinking about what you have that everyone else is missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-3927814913459737508?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/3927814913459737508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=3927814913459737508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3927814913459737508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3927814913459737508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/12/30-things-to-stop-doing-to-yourself.html' title='30 things to stop doing to yourself'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-1872644302974329243</id><published>2011-12-12T20:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:19:42.690Z</updated><title type='text'>Winter Blues</title><content type='html'>I don't like November. Never have. The days get colder, the nights get darker. I agree with Thomas Hood -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No sun - no moon! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No morn - no noon - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No comfortable feel in any member - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;November! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year somehow November was worse than usual. I hurt my back and also have a bruised foot. I had to travel for work during the month; three times to Scotland and once to Northern Ireland. Journeys which impinged on my free time. Work was busy and increasingly fraught. Two friends died, one very unexpectedly. My Dad was increasingly unwell. I didn't sleep very well. My energy levels were low. My enthusiasm for life was low. I wasn't where I wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway we are now into December and I am doing my best to get a grip on life and look forward. Christmas will be in Scotland which won't be a bundle of laughs. I just hope the weather is reasonable. Then we head for Alicante for 3 days in Benidorm before heading to the flat in Malaga for New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I need to look forward. And try to do so with positive thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-1872644302974329243?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/1872644302974329243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=1872644302974329243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/1872644302974329243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/1872644302974329243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/12/winter-blues.html' title='Winter Blues'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-2436442540341091038</id><published>2011-11-05T13:58:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T11:16:51.351Z</updated><title type='text'>The Cruise - final word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZgiE2H0JqI/TrVCpgkphfI/AAAAAAAAAlU/aScEzE5NXXU/s1600/DSC02183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671512586628728306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZgiE2H0JqI/TrVCpgkphfI/AAAAAAAAAlU/aScEzE5NXXU/s200/DSC02183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course a cruise can only give a superficial impression of the ports of call. There is no time to get to know local people, to eat in local restaurants or fully experience local culture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it does score on the ease with which one can travel to a wide range of destinations, the ability to simply chill-out and recover from the stress of working life, new friends met and quality time with my partner and on value for money .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was determined to enjoy the cruise and I did so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will I do another cruise? Yes, probably. Indeed there is a Celebrity cruise next June out of Southampton to the Baltic capitals and St Petersburg that is already pencilled into the diary. So watch this space. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-2436442540341091038?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/2436442540341091038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=2436442540341091038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/2436442540341091038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/2436442540341091038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/11/cruise-final-word.html' title='The Cruise - final word'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZgiE2H0JqI/TrVCpgkphfI/AAAAAAAAAlU/aScEzE5NXXU/s72-c/DSC02183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-4025910926784816841</id><published>2011-11-05T13:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T11:17:48.989Z</updated><title type='text'>The Cruise - Naples</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ST_R7B-gU2k/TrU3h1Bcf1I/AAAAAAAAAk8/aqA7F3mV5nI/s1600/DSC02195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671500360051359570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ST_R7B-gU2k/TrU3h1Bcf1I/AAAAAAAAAk8/aqA7F3mV5nI/s200/DSC02195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After another day at sea, our final port of call was Naples. We decided to take the tour to the rim of Vesuvius and I am glad we did. It was an amazing place and a monument to the strange power of nature. The rim is huge, smoke and steam was coming out of a number of fissures and the view around is magnificent. The evidence of previous eruptions is all around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course we then went to Pompeii to see the aftermath of the most famous of Vesuvius's eruptions in 78AD. It is amazing just how well preserved the buildings and mosaics are in Pompeii. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KxPmtW5ry1k/TrU3iFbkaaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/0HF2-qreEfE/s1600/DSC02215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671500364455897506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KxPmtW5ry1k/TrU3iFbkaaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/0HF2-qreEfE/s200/DSC02215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-4025910926784816841?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/4025910926784816841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=4025910926784816841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/4025910926784816841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/4025910926784816841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/11/cruise-naples.html' title='The Cruise - Naples'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ST_R7B-gU2k/TrU3h1Bcf1I/AAAAAAAAAk8/aqA7F3mV5nI/s72-c/DSC02195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-7423595112801030929</id><published>2011-11-05T13:01:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T11:19:21.295Z</updated><title type='text'>The Cruise - Mykonos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Df68M4gzl9A/TrU0-kr5Y6I/AAAAAAAAAkw/DiAavcP389A/s1600/DSC02158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671497555347334050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Df68M4gzl9A/TrU0-kr5Y6I/AAAAAAAAAkw/DiAavcP389A/s200/DSC02158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had always thought of Mykonos as being 'not quite Greece'. I don't know why. In fact is is a lovely town and is absolutely the typical Greek island port -white buildings, clear blue sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some time browsing the shops, we took a taxi to Super Paradise Beach. Being out of season, it was almost deserted but the day was warm and sunny and the sea was beautiful so I enjoyed out time there. I swam in the sea amongst a number of fish - mostly elusive on camera but I did get a picture of this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N6iknoTh1mo/TrU0-NyHbvI/AAAAAAAAAkk/TVO3MSZodqU/s1600/DSC02148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671497549199404786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N6iknoTh1mo/TrU0-NyHbvI/AAAAAAAAAkk/TVO3MSZodqU/s200/DSC02148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in port we bought a couple of carpets for the flat in Spain before heading back on board the ship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-7423595112801030929?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/7423595112801030929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=7423595112801030929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7423595112801030929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7423595112801030929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/11/cruise-mykonos.html' title='The Cruise - Mykonos'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Df68M4gzl9A/TrU0-kr5Y6I/AAAAAAAAAkw/DiAavcP389A/s72-c/DSC02158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-3912629571595271654</id><published>2011-11-05T12:35:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T11:20:00.113Z</updated><title type='text'>The Cruise - Tel Aviv and Jerusalem</title><content type='html'>The ship moved overnight down the coast to Asdod. Not much of a place to be honest, but a place from which we did a day in Tel Aviv and a day in Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tel Aviv is an interesting city. Because we were on a gay tour, we were able to have lunch in the lesbian and gay centre and end up on the gay beach. We also visited the studio of Raphael Perez, a gay artist whom Andrew and I had met in London a few weeks previously. An interesting day though not one that will remain burned in the memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAg3bvVsYUQ/TrUx2RtcPbI/AAAAAAAAAkM/EE9nJOiJjqA/s1600/DSC02024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671494114279701938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAg3bvVsYUQ/TrUx2RtcPbI/AAAAAAAAAkM/EE9nJOiJjqA/s200/DSC02024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerusalem is something different of course. A place that I had heard so much about, from biblical times, from history and of course from recent news. It did not disappoint. I may not quite believe in the biblical story, but it was still amazing to be in the very place where Jesus is reputed to have been crucified. Walking through the very streets where the biblical story took place, and then entering the Church of the Holy Sepulcher and seeing the tomb of Joesph of Arimathea &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zlWoBbqrG2w/TrUx2mWJynI/AAAAAAAAAkc/dndo1SO20jc/s1600/DSC02061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671494119819168370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zlWoBbqrG2w/TrUx2mWJynI/AAAAAAAAAkc/dndo1SO20jc/s200/DSC02061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was quite something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the wailing wall which was built by Herod the Great as the surrounding wall to the Jewish courtyard and is now a drawing point for thousands of pilgrims each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally we headed for the Dead Sea, 400 metres below sea level, to cover ourselves in mud and just float in the salty water - a weird experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fascinating to be in Israel. It is a place of so much history yet one with an uncertain future. Now is not the time to give my political views. I am simply glad that I have seen this part of the world for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-3912629571595271654?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/3912629571595271654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=3912629571595271654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3912629571595271654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3912629571595271654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/11/cruise-tel-aviv-and-jerusalem.html' title='The Cruise - Tel Aviv and Jerusalem'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAg3bvVsYUQ/TrUx2RtcPbI/AAAAAAAAAkM/EE9nJOiJjqA/s72-c/DSC02024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-7534041428551022605</id><published>2011-11-05T12:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T11:21:16.918Z</updated><title type='text'>The Cruise - Haifa</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed just chilling out on our two sea days. Got a bit sunburned - didn't realise how strong the sun was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uPdds_Ab0C8/TrUs9-vj7hI/AAAAAAAAAkA/X1siPl13kuw/s1600/DSC01947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671488749069135378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uPdds_Ab0C8/TrUs9-vj7hI/AAAAAAAAAkA/X1siPl13kuw/s200/DSC01947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we arrived in Haifa for 2 days. Andrew had used his contacts in Israel to put together four special tours just for our gay group. Max 15 people and with a gay guide. I had decided not to go on the first one, so I strolled into Haifa on my own. I walked further than I had intended - rather exhausting in the heat. But anyway I arrived at the top of the Bah'ai Gardens just in time for the English language tour. The gardens are fantastic - quite beautiful. And the tour taught me a lot about the Bah'ai faith which has a very positive and simple core belief - that we are all equal; male/female, straight/gay, black/white and that the world belongs to us all. I was glad I went to the gardens. I walked back via the German quarter. This had been a run down area. When the mayor of Haifa offered to contribute funds to the building of the Bah'ai gardens, the leaders of the Bah'ai community said that they did not accept contributions from outside the faith but that the mayor could contribute indirectly by sprucing up the German quarter just below the gardens. This he did. So the gardens flow down to the shops and restaurants which have now emerged in the German Quarter. All very lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-43ALvren4Ws/TrUpPX1xB7I/AAAAAAAAAj0/tHY3s_olj1g/s1600/DSC01986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671484649817311154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-43ALvren4Ws/TrUpPX1xB7I/AAAAAAAAAj0/tHY3s_olj1g/s200/DSC01986.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On day two, I did go on the tour which was to Nazareth and Galilee. Nazareth was busy and had severe traffic problems but the sea of Galilee was beautiful. We ended up at Ben She'An, a fantastic place. It is a city founded in the fifth millennium BC, a seat of Egyptian rule around 1000BC and then conquered by the Romans in 63BC. Excavations only began in 1986 and the building which have been uncovered are amazingly-well preserved. A truly stunning place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-7534041428551022605?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/7534041428551022605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=7534041428551022605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7534041428551022605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7534041428551022605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/11/cruise-haifa.html' title='The Cruise - Haifa'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uPdds_Ab0C8/TrUs9-vj7hI/AAAAAAAAAkA/X1siPl13kuw/s72-c/DSC01947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-900133377292228806</id><published>2011-11-05T11:50:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T11:22:14.709Z</updated><title type='text'>The Cruise - Sicily</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J1nKRKWtV_g/TrUkqELkNHI/AAAAAAAAAjo/vLrXC4QIY4c/s1600/DSC01921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671479610838365298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J1nKRKWtV_g/TrUkqELkNHI/AAAAAAAAAjo/vLrXC4QIY4c/s200/DSC01921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the first evening, as we sailed southwards, we had a reception for the Pied Piper group followed by dinner together. This helped us to get to know each other - nearly all were American but generally a good bunch who helped my enjoyment of the cruise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next morning we arrived in Palermo. Andrew and I had booked a tour of Palermo. It wasn't great. Too much time in the coach and too many people, including fat Americans who could not manage the walking and who were always late back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in the afternoon we went to Mondello which is effectively Palermo's beach resort and it was lovely. We had arranged to meet Mimmo there which we did. He is spending some time in Sicily. That was cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bit of a rush back to the boat before departure and two sea days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-900133377292228806?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/900133377292228806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=900133377292228806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/900133377292228806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/900133377292228806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/11/cruise-sicily.html' title='The Cruise - Sicily'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J1nKRKWtV_g/TrUkqELkNHI/AAAAAAAAAjo/vLrXC4QIY4c/s72-c/DSC01921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-493360565175783313</id><published>2011-11-03T22:21:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T11:23:00.563Z</updated><title type='text'>The Cruise - Rome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hDGqvyfsMiE/TrMYUBv1ZFI/AAAAAAAAAjc/cnaYtZ9w4e0/s1600/DSC01898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670903088135103570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hDGqvyfsMiE/TrMYUBv1ZFI/AAAAAAAAAjc/cnaYtZ9w4e0/s200/DSC01898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started in Rome. The cruise I mean. Though come to think of it, much of our way of life today also started in Rome - some 2000 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was fascinating to walk in the footsteps of the citizens of ancient Rome, visiting the Coliseum, the Forum and, one of my favourite buildings, the Pantheon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time I was in Rome, I dutifully threw three coins into the Trevi Fountain which is supposed to guarantee a return. That was 34 years ago on my way to Iran. Perhaps if I had thrown more than 30 lire into the fountain, I would have returned sooner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6fUKKD9F8NE/TrMXp4tD4-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/pdl9yR9_lHo/s1600/DSC01888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670902364153045986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6fUKKD9F8NE/TrMXp4tD4-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/pdl9yR9_lHo/s200/DSC01888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We flew into Rome on the Saturday evening, stayed 2 nights at the WRH rooms near the Termini station, (just about acceptable) and spent most of the Sunday just walking around. Part of that time was on an organised walking tour and part was on just exploring on our own. We did the usual sights which were hugely impressive but the emotional pull was rather spoilt by the huge crowds. I particulalry enjoyed our night-time walk firstly to the British Embassy, the building of which Andrew knew, then to the Coliseum, an excellent meal at 'Coming Out' Cafe, and a gentle stroll back to the hotel via the forum and the Piazza Esedra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFOUl3XI5Lg/TrMX7PCo8WI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3e9sBKKQVVM/s1600/DSC01907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670902662206910818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFOUl3XI5Lg/TrMX7PCo8WI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3e9sBKKQVVM/s200/DSC01907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was good to be able to relax before the cruise without worrying about flights. Monday morning saw us taking the train to Civitiveccia where we boarded the boat. And at 5pm we moved off and headed south to Palermo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-493360565175783313?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/493360565175783313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=493360565175783313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/493360565175783313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/493360565175783313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/11/cruise-rome.html' title='The Cruise - Rome'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hDGqvyfsMiE/TrMYUBv1ZFI/AAAAAAAAAjc/cnaYtZ9w4e0/s72-c/DSC01898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-3992065283821972818</id><published>2011-11-02T19:17:00.009Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T11:23:37.503Z</updated><title type='text'>The Cruise - overview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--gfc9Xe-4-I/TrGhZDbCFuI/AAAAAAAAAi4/foMwEWFptck/s1600/DSC01936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670490857623656162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--gfc9Xe-4-I/TrGhZDbCFuI/AAAAAAAAAi4/foMwEWFptck/s200/DSC01936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly I guess I need to admit that I was unsure. About going on a cruise I mean. There were five reasons why I agreed to go -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went with Pied Piper Travel which books a group of gay men onto selected cruises. So I knew that we would have a ready-made group and not have to make conversation over dinner with people with whom we had little in common. In fact there were 32 in our group and we met each evening for drinks before dinner and then had dinner together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had not been to most of our ports of call.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was heavily discounted - so the price for a balcony cabin was excellent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrew wanted to go - and he likes cruises.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I needed a holiday and some time to just chill out after a busy year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Once I had decided to go, I also decided that I would do my best to enjoy the experience. And I did. I downloaded loads of books onto my Kindle, I took time to laze around the pool on board, I wanted enjoyed the shore trips, I interacted with the gay group, I tried to engage other cruise passengers in conversation, I enjoyed an early-evening swim and sauna most days, I loved the food, I enjoyed the wine and above all I was able to spend quality time with Andrew, something that is not alway&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gwXMmad3b4c/TrGgBBFb5LI/AAAAAAAAAig/cMQ2-YHCje4/s1600/DSC02162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670489345167713458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gwXMmad3b4c/TrGgBBFb5LI/AAAAAAAAAig/cMQ2-YHCje4/s200/DSC02162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s possible when we are working as we juggle our busy commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been converted to cruising as a regular holiday habit. Inevitably the port visits were somewhat superficial and I missed the ability to experience a foreign place in the morning as it wakes up or in the evening as it winds down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can see the attractions of taking a cruise. From the practical ones such as not having to regularly pack and unpack and of being able to visit a range of destinations to the spiritual ones, if you like, of just relaxing without any pressure to do things or be places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back relaxed and refreshed. I visited Rome, Sicily, Israel, Mykonos and Naples. And I felt closer to Andrew as a result of the holiday. That made it all worthwhile.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0SQ2scKkzo/TrGgfrhDSkI/AAAAAAAAAis/ZXx72aG8uUg/s1600/DSC02167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670489871953906242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0SQ2scKkzo/TrGgfrhDSkI/AAAAAAAAAis/ZXx72aG8uUg/s200/DSC02167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-3992065283821972818?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/3992065283821972818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=3992065283821972818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3992065283821972818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3992065283821972818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/11/cruise-overview.html' title='The Cruise - overview'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--gfc9Xe-4-I/TrGhZDbCFuI/AAAAAAAAAi4/foMwEWFptck/s72-c/DSC01936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-2631719340662927957</id><published>2011-10-09T16:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-10-09T16:27:27.438Z</updated><title type='text'>Cruising</title><content type='html'>We arrived in Rome last night and have spend today exploring the city, 34 years after my last visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we head for Civitiveccia port to board the Celebrity Silhouette for a 12 day cruise taking in the ports of Palermo, Haifa, Ashdod, Mykonos and Naples. We are with a Pied Piper group, i.e. a group of about 30 gay and lesbian travellers, within the full number of over 2000 passengers. It will be fun, I hope, meeting the others in the group, almost exclusively from the USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, despite some reservations about the concept of being stuck on a boat and only scratching the surface of places visited, I am going to do my best to have a wonderful time. The Kindle is loaded up with new reading material. The weather should be reasonable. And I can completely relax in our balcony cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet access is expensive so I probably cannot send a blog during the journey. So I will report back afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile we are chilling out here in Rome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-2631719340662927957?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/2631719340662927957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=2631719340662927957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/2631719340662927957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/2631719340662927957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/10/cruising.html' title='Cruising'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-5247338071392933693</id><published>2011-08-23T18:10:00.014Z</published><updated>2011-08-24T07:18:43.900Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque Me Gusta Malaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LzfYiDtsFQQ/TlP47u0pjII/AAAAAAAAAiA/BCMY9v0FIOs/s1600/DSC01833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644128463090191490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LzfYiDtsFQQ/TlP47u0pjII/AAAAAAAAAiA/BCMY9v0FIOs/s200/DSC01833.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It all started 14 years ago, my love affair with Spain; and, indeed, another, even more important, love affair. The two are linked. I met my partner, Andrew, in a nunnery in Bury St Edmunds in May 1997. As you do. The story of that meeting is a story for another day. Suffice to say I was late for dinner that night and when I arrived there was only one space space - opposite Andrew. Fate, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I was not necessarily looking for a life partner but I was hoping to meet someone who lived near me in Finchley. 'Where do you live?' I asked on that evening keeping my fingers crossed under the table. 'Fuengirola' came the reply. It wasn't exactly close to Finchley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Andrew went back to Spain. I went over to visit a couple of months later. And have done regularly ever since. And that's how my love affair for Spain started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UzcnBesgqMw/TlQBGerCs3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/RLqF_yazEUA/s1600/DSC01794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644137443826512754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UzcnBesgqMw/TlQBGerCs3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/RLqF_yazEUA/s200/DSC01794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after our meeting, Andrew returned to the UK to work but we continued to visit Spain on a regular basis staying firstly in Andrew's rented flat in Fuengirola and then, when he gave that up, in hotels or guest houses in Torremolinos, Alora or Malaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about seven years ago, we took the momentous decision to buy a flat in Spain. It ended up being a very small basement flat - in the centre of the Centro Historico in Malaga. And we still have the flat. Our neighbours are Spanish, the local shops are Spanish-owned, the local restaurants are for the locals not for tourists and there is a wonderful food market close to the flat. And that's how I like&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DEwdwXJAArg/TlP4nTi-7RI/AAAAAAAAAh4/NxG2etOBcJc/s1600/DSC01842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644128112170954002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DEwdwXJAArg/TlP4nTi-7RI/AAAAAAAAAh4/NxG2etOBcJc/s200/DSC01842.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it. I don't want to live on an English enclave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is a basement flat and yes it is small. But is was affordable - not much more than £50,000 given the exchange rate at the time. It is, for me , in the ideal location. Very close to the local theatre, also close to the local gay bars on the Plaza Merced, right in the heart of the city of Malaga, yet only 20 minutes walk from the Malagueta town beach; not too far from the airport; near the old cathedral; and a short walk from the main shopping centre. We've been to many concerts in the Teatro Cervantes (The Malaga Philharmonic Orchestra are excellent) and also spent many hours on the beach - and of course quite a few in the terraces outside the bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have come to love Malaga. It is vibrant, very Spanish city. Full of life, but also very cultured. And the beach, and the beach bars, are great. And, dare I say it, the Brits fly into Malaga airport but don't go into the city - heading off instead for the all-inclusive hotels in Torremolinos or Benalmadena. Leaving Malaga almost untouched by the influx of British tourists. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also love the surrounding area, the villages of Ardales and Alora, the town of Antequera, the mountain of El Torcal and particulalry the lakes of El Chorro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have just come back from six days in the flat in Malaga. These pictures were taken there using my new water-resistant camera. It was feria time so the city was full of street parties, music and dance. A great atmosphere. Each day we spent some time on the beach - the weather was hot and the sea was warm. And each evening we had a glass or two of wine on the terrace of one of the local bars. Some evenings I did some cooking; sometimes we went out. As always we had a wonderful meal at our favourite restaurant, the Vino Mio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I slept too much. I guess I ate too much and undoubtedly drank too much. But it all added up to a wonderfully relaxing six days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we flew back. It was like travelling in time - from mid-summer to late autumn; like travelling from colour to black and white - from bright blue to dark grey. And from a different sartorial so&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLv6T4NnLzg/TlP3UHwYv1I/AAAAAAAAAho/RrWAqtr763c/s1600/DSC01861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644126683076804434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLv6T4NnLzg/TlP3UHwYv1I/AAAAAAAAAho/RrWAqtr763c/s200/DSC01861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ciety - from t-shirts/shorts to dark waterproof jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wish I could stay longer. But it great to know that I have clothes over there in the flat and that I can return at short notice any time. There is a buzz and a life about Malaga that I love. And sharing it with Andrew is just so great. That day in the nunnery changed my life for the better. It gave me the love of a partner and the love of a country. I am so lucky. Now I just need to learn to improve my ability to speak Spanish. Hablo Espanol solomente un poco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-5247338071392933693?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/5247338071392933693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=5247338071392933693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5247338071392933693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5247338071392933693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/08/por-que-me-gusta-malaga.html' title='Porque Me Gusta Malaga'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LzfYiDtsFQQ/TlP47u0pjII/AAAAAAAAAiA/BCMY9v0FIOs/s72-c/DSC01833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-1982761562346212265</id><published>2011-08-15T07:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-08-15T07:28:21.272Z</updated><title type='text'>Summer slipping away</title><content type='html'>On Saturday it was still dark when I got up. Sure it was quite early, around 6am - I was heading off to play golf. And there was a drizzle outside. But nonetheless, it was dark. Yet we are still in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wondered where summer had gone. And why I have not done all the things I had planned to do this summer. I was planning to visit my sister in Devon - I haven't. I was planning to go to the Open Air Theatre - I haven't. I was planning to visit friends that I had not seen for ages - I haven't. I was planning to sort out some of the boxes that remain from my flat move - I haven't. I was planning to get the bicycles out for a number of cycle rides - I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is that? Well I could blame the weather. Summer seemed to stop at the end of April this year. I could blame work. I just don't seem to have the energy when I get home after work. I could blame increasing old age. Certainly I seem to have a degree of lethargy that was not part of my make-up a few years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shortly we will move into September, the mornings and evenings will become increasingly dark and, if I don't watch, I shall retreat increasingly into a pattern of work, television, eating and sleeping with nothing adventurous to break that pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we had for Malaga on Wednesday for a few days in the sun. I hope that helps recharge my batteries and kick-starts me into doing some of the things I had planned for this summer. Hopefully summer is not quite over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-1982761562346212265?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/1982761562346212265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=1982761562346212265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/1982761562346212265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/1982761562346212265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-slipping-away.html' title='Summer slipping away'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-6309378605628130833</id><published>2011-07-18T20:01:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-07-18T20:15:26.679Z</updated><title type='text'>Well done Darren</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YV4v_r3ggx8/TiSTNUKaGXI/AAAAAAAAAgI/tlfenw1g9pQ/s1600/DSC01731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630787291079907698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YV4v_r3ggx8/TiSTNUKaGXI/AAAAAAAAAgI/tlfenw1g9pQ/s200/DSC01731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, in a small way, what it is like to be disappointed for years at missing out in a big golf tournament. In 2002 I went to Sydney to play golf in the Gay Games. At the final hole, a par 3, I needed a 3 to win the silver medal. I took a 5. Not only did I not win silver, but I also missed the bronze medal on countback. I was gutted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was only years later, when I won a medal at Eurogames in Antwerp, that I was able to put the disappointment behind me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dareen Clarke has played professional golf at a high level for 20 years. During that time he has watched as lesser golfers won major championships. He came close on many occasions, but he never did. Now, at 42, it was surely too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I was at Castle Stuart near Inverness to see Darren Clarke and others compete in the Scottish Open. I took this photo of Darren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week the Open Championship took place at Royal St Georges near Sandwich. And amazingly, as the top golfers in the world failed to stay at the top of the leaderboard, Darren took the lead with one round to play. And even more amazingly, despite huge pressure, he held on through 18 holes of the final round to win the tournament and become a Major winner at long last. So occasionally nice guys do come first. Well done Darren. Fantastic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-6309378605628130833?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/6309378605628130833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=6309378605628130833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6309378605628130833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6309378605628130833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/07/well-done-darren.html' title='Well done Darren'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YV4v_r3ggx8/TiSTNUKaGXI/AAAAAAAAAgI/tlfenw1g9pQ/s72-c/DSC01731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-3194567269152212127</id><published>2011-07-08T09:41:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-07-11T12:52:56.994Z</updated><title type='text'>Birthday weekend (2)</title><content type='html'>The weekend after our Spanish sojourn, Andrew knew that we were meeting some relatives and a few friends for lunch on Sunday. There were people who could not come to Spain, some for health reasons. We had initially expected that there would be half a dozen of us - in fact there were 32 in total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as Andrew was concerned, that was all that was happening over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a surprise, I had booked front row tickets for Les Miserables on the Saturday evening, an appearance at a friends 30th birthday party at the Shadow Lounge, an overnight stay at the refurbished St&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QML55PLCFRo/ThrwNrIRQ-I/AAAAAAAAAgA/13fNZldX3c0/s1600/DSC01716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628074802059232226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QML55PLCFRo/ThrwNrIRQ-I/AAAAAAAAAgA/13fNZldX3c0/s200/DSC01716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pancras Renaissance Hotel and a Sunday morning visit to Tate Modern for the Loan Miro exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he liked his surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us has been to Les Miserables. It was magnificent. Powerful and moving. And Alfie Boe was fantastic. We enjoyed the stay at the St Pancras Renaissance Hotel. The architecture is amazing. Not everything was good about the hotel though, which is disappointing in an expensive five star hotel. The next morning we found the Joan Miro exhibition to be really interesting and well curated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally we all had a good meal at Palm Court Brasserie in Covent Garden. So that was the birthday celebrations over. It had taken a lot of organising for the two weekends in Malaga and London. But it all worked really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is it for now - no more organising for another decade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-3194567269152212127?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/3194567269152212127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=3194567269152212127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3194567269152212127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3194567269152212127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/07/birthday-weekend-2.html' title='Birthday weekend (2)'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QML55PLCFRo/ThrwNrIRQ-I/AAAAAAAAAgA/13fNZldX3c0/s72-c/DSC01716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-6164280871370862396</id><published>2011-06-29T20:07:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-06-29T20:41:06.189Z</updated><title type='text'>Birthday weekend (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l8qgETzKCy0/TguIT_q_L4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/pSZ_whKN4Zo/s1600/13%2B-%2BMalaga%2Bcity%2Bcentre.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623738436792823682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l8qgETzKCy0/TguIT_q_L4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/pSZ_whKN4Zo/s200/13%2B-%2BMalaga%2Bcity%2Bcentre.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not mine. But I was doing the organising. Andrew's big birthday. We took 20 friends to Malaga for the weekend. It went really well. On the actual birthday we met up in the morning, and went up to the top of the Gibralfaro where there is a magnificent view of the city. Had lunch at a beach chirunguitto, and did some swimming. Then toured the historic part of Malaga. Chilled out for a couple of hours. And finally had &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0zhDWB9bC4/TguIfbViazI/AAAAAAAAAfc/w-WaXyZOBmg/s1600/22%2B-%2BBirthday%2Bpresent.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623738633197611826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0zhDWB9bC4/TguIfbViazI/AAAAAAAAAfc/w-WaXyZOBmg/s200/22%2B-%2BBirthday%2Bpresent.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dinner at the Vino Mio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a present we bought a paining by a local artist Carmen Sanchis and asked her to come along to preewnt this to Andrew. I think she was pleased and honoured to be asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner was fantastic. Helene and her crew did us proud. And after dinner Simon did an amazing cake which we ate at Mi Terraza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2EcaQ4u9zEk/TguM4vvvhOI/AAAAAAAAAfk/RnbSSCknj-s/s1600/23%2B-%2BMi%2BTerraza.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623743466219472098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2EcaQ4u9zEk/TguM4vvvhOI/AAAAAAAAAfk/RnbSSCknj-s/s200/23%2B-%2BMi%2BTerraza.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were really grateful to friends for coming all the way over to Malaga. They seemed to enjoy the weekend and they were all impressed with Malaga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOINh5CaIf0/TguNAIb_XaI/AAAAAAAAAfs/_tz-zY0Y5JI/s1600/28%2B-%2BBirthday%2Bcake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623743593106595234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOINh5CaIf0/TguNAIb_XaI/AAAAAAAAAfs/_tz-zY0Y5JI/s200/28%2B-%2BBirthday%2Bcake.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great weekend and a good way to celebrate Andrew's birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-6164280871370862396?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/6164280871370862396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=6164280871370862396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6164280871370862396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6164280871370862396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/06/birthday-weekend-1.html' title='Birthday weekend (1)'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l8qgETzKCy0/TguIT_q_L4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/pSZ_whKN4Zo/s72-c/13%2B-%2BMalaga%2Bcity%2Bcentre.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-8245342202583893676</id><published>2011-06-16T13:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-06-16T14:00:51.647Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spain'/><title type='text'>A group in Spain</title><content type='html'>We are heading to Malaga later today to celebrate Andrew's 60th birthday on Monday. There are going to be 20 of us. It took quite a bit of organising. Now I just hope everyone will enjoy the weekend. At least the weather forecast is good - hot and sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Monday we are doing a tour of Malaga - Gibralfaro, Malagueta, Catedral, Alcazaba, Calle Marques de Larios etc. - followed by dinner at our favourite restaurant, the &lt;a href="http://www.restaurantevinomio.com/en/index.php"&gt;Vino Mio&lt;/a&gt;. I think it will be a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-8245342202583893676?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/8245342202583893676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=8245342202583893676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/8245342202583893676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/8245342202583893676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/06/group-in-spain.html' title='A group in Spain'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-288757027477442872</id><published>2011-06-01T18:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:41:17.035Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>My head exploded</title><content type='html'>Well that's the nearest I can come to describing the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had only been a member of Hertford Tennis Club for about a week. I was playing on Sunday last week and turned round at the back of the court to pick up a ball. And my head exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What actually happened is that a player on the court on one side of us was returning a ball to the court on the other side of us. And for some reason decided to do this at full pace. The ball hit me full in the left eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to A&amp;amp;E at Hertford then to the Eye Clinic at Welwyn GC and subsequently back to the Eye Clinic a week later. My eye certainly looked scary - full of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I have now been told that there has been no permanent damage. But it was frightening at the time. And led to a worrying week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame the guy that caused the accident - and it was an accident. Though he was rather stupid. I was a member at Totteridge Tennis Club for 20 years without any serious accident. And a member at Hertford LTC for just a week before this happened. I will return, but will be wary in future of what is happening on other courts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-288757027477442872?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/288757027477442872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=288757027477442872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/288757027477442872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/288757027477442872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-head-exploded.html' title='My head exploded'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-2001527418121347629</id><published>2011-05-11T18:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:41:17.036Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Lost Causes</title><content type='html'>I guess, throughout my life, I have always tended to support the underdog, minority causes and the unpopular viewpoint. I don't know why. And often that is a good place to be. I am not one for jumping on bandwagons or bending to opposing viewpoints just for the sake of popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politically I was once one of only 10 people who voted for the communist candidate in a local government election in Aberdeen. Recently I have consolidated my support for the Liberal Democrats just as their support is ebbing away from most of the rest of the population. I was a strong supporter of the Alternative Vote - again not a majority view in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never supported a top football team. I remain a passionate supporter of Inverness Caledonian Thistle who are never likely to win a major trophy. But I got more satisfaction from their steady climb from non-league football to the Scottish Premier League than, I believe, a Chelsea or Man City fan can get from knowing that their success was bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever watch reality talent shows, I rarely agree with the judges. Yesterday I watched the first semi-final of the Eurovision Song Contest and recorded a vote for Malta. They failed to make the top ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as people are concerned, I never quite take to the extrovert who craves popularity and seems to get it. I prefer the quiet and thoughtful person who sees through the hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a fine line between being proud of my support for minorities and feeling that perhaps I am a patron of lost causes. It might be nice to feel part of the mainstream more often. To be less of a maverick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, when the road diverges, it is more exciting to take the road less travelled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-2001527418121347629?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/2001527418121347629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=2001527418121347629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/2001527418121347629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/2001527418121347629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/05/lost-causes.html' title='Lost Causes'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-7975607083620250889</id><published>2011-04-27T19:45:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:41:39.276Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scotland'/><title type='text'>A week in Scotland</title><content type='html'>For many years Andrew has had a timeshare week in N. Wales. This year he was able to swap it for a week at Dalfaber in Aviemore. We went up there 9-17 April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Trip Advisor reviews were dire. We were apprehensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TikohIZdBHM/Tbh3_wBV9hI/AAAAAAAAAfI/-f35oGHImKM/s1600/DSC01579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600358073741211154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TikohIZdBHM/Tbh3_wBV9hI/AAAAAAAAAfI/-f35oGHImKM/s200/DSC01579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the event, the accommodation was fine, the resort had good facilities and the location was superb. We had an excellent week.&lt;br /&gt;We did family things for 3 days. We visited Andrew's uncle and aunt and we brought my Dad to Aviemore for one night. He didn't want to come but in fact he enjoyed it. It was a stimulating break from the boredom of his life in his sheltered home.&lt;br /&gt;We visited the Ospreys at Loch Garten. They had just arrived back from West Africa and were mating before the female laid her eggs. The whole RSPB centre at Loch Garten is fascinating and the volunteers are full of enthusiasm for the birds and other wildlife in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g9HMmek6MlI/Tbh14tUCcdI/AAAAAAAAAfA/de9kuhQtxnA/s1600/DSC01563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600355753731977682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g9HMmek6MlI/Tbh14tUCcdI/AAAAAAAAAfA/de9kuhQtxnA/s200/DSC01563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played three rounds of golf at Dafaber 9-hole course and went swimming three times in the indoor pool. One day we went up in the train and then to the top of Cairngorm. The weather that day was amazing and the views were breathtaking. And on another day we went snowboarding - the first time for either of us. An interesting experience. But we had aches in places we had never ached before!&lt;br /&gt;And we went for walks and drives in the area notable round Loch an Eilan and to Loch Insch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CmCWCXSui0/Tbh078RXuTI/AAAAAAAAAe4/dDWBjn_0oM0/s1600/DSC01538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600354709775300914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CmCWCXSui0/Tbh078RXuTI/AAAAAAAAAe4/dDWBjn_0oM0/s200/DSC01538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderfully relaxing week. I loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-7975607083620250889?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/7975607083620250889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=7975607083620250889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7975607083620250889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7975607083620250889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/04/week-in-scotland.html' title='A week in Scotland'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TikohIZdBHM/Tbh3_wBV9hI/AAAAAAAAAfI/-f35oGHImKM/s72-c/DSC01579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-4425662360818315295</id><published>2011-04-01T14:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:41:17.036Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>It's not the critic who counts ....</title><content type='html'>I often find that if I really work hard and conscientiously at something difficult, particularly if I put my head above the parapet and have the temerity to express an opinion, then at best I get silence and usually I get some degree of criticism. This applies to all aspects of life. In these circumstances, I get comfort from the words of Theodore Roosevelt which I reproduce below without further comment. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-4425662360818315295?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/4425662360818315295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=4425662360818315295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/4425662360818315295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/4425662360818315295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-not-critic-who-counts.html' title='It&apos;s not the critic who counts ....'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-6328934036077175465</id><published>2011-03-19T11:09:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-19T11:42:03.108Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spain'/><title type='text'>Spanish Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H_adfK9JGjs/TYSVO7JdoeI/AAAAAAAAAek/gtovZ9djY8Q/s1600/DSC01508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585753521474347490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H_adfK9JGjs/TYSVO7JdoeI/AAAAAAAAAek/gtovZ9djY8Q/s200/DSC01508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a short break in Malaga at the start of this week. I was looking forward to a bit of warmth and sunshine but sadly that was not to be. It had been sunny the week before we arrived, and was sunny on the day we left, but it was rather wet and windy during our stay. No es justo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did the only thing to do when the weather is not on board - some retail therapy followed by food and wine. We had a great meal at the Vino Mio on Sunday and an excellent Menu Del Dia at the Laboratorio on Tuesday. Both involved rather more wine than was probably appropriate but, hey, we we&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-yrSCQhGaM/TYSU79AVSqI/AAAAAAAAAec/b1toaepQHLY/s1600/DSC01492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585753195555408546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-yrSCQhGaM/TYSU79AVSqI/AAAAAAAAAec/b1toaepQHLY/s200/DSC01492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;re on holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to go to the DHL warehouse on Tuesday (before the food and wine) to collect the Chris Bushe painting that we'd had shipped from the UK. That all went well and thankfully we still really like the painting. It is one of those paintings that has an emotional pull but gives a different emotion depending on how it is lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talking of paintings, Andrew had said that, for his birthday in June which we are spending in Malaga, he would like a permanent reminder of the occasion. On our last visit, we bought a painting of the Plaza Merced by a local artist, Marie-Carmen Sanchis. I wondered if she might have another &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W-knfiDMwyc/TYSUFu7UY_I/AAAAAAAAAeM/FWnO4KBUMCM/s1600/DSC01490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585752264063345650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W-knfiDMwyc/TYSUFu7UY_I/AAAAAAAAAeM/FWnO4KBUMCM/s200/DSC01490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;painting of a place that means something to us - the lighthouse at the end of the beach perhaps as we spend some time at the Chirunguitto there. So I managed to track down Marie-Carmen Sanchis and she said that she did indeed have such a painting. Next thing I knew, I was being taken in a battered old car to her home in El Palo to see the said painting - and to meet her husband and son. The painting is really good so I found myself buying it. And I have asked Marie-Carmen (we are on first name terms now!) to come to the birthday celebrations on 20 June at the Vino Mio to present the painting to Andrew. A good result, I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, i enjoyed wandering round Malaga when the rain subsided and we did have a few hours on Sunday lunchtime at the Chirunguitto by the lighthouse having a few beers which was very plea&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OIT7R5869q4/TYSUg9z8CZI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Gsg50u45yN8/s1600/DSC01506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585752731915389330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OIT7R5869q4/TYSUg9z8CZI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Gsg50u45yN8/s200/DSC01506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos here are ones I took during our few days in Malaga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-6328934036077175465?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/6328934036077175465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=6328934036077175465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6328934036077175465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6328934036077175465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/03/spanish-therapy.html' title='Spanish Therapy'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H_adfK9JGjs/TYSVO7JdoeI/AAAAAAAAAek/gtovZ9djY8Q/s72-c/DSC01508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-1370253443972868529</id><published>2011-03-01T13:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:41:17.037Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Diet part 2</title><content type='html'>The January diet, postponed to February, now starts today - March 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't exactly work in January. Or in February. Or rather, I did not work on the diet. So here I am at the start of March exactly the same weight that I was at the start of January. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I have joined the local Hartham Leisure Centre, the weather is more conducive to outdoor activities and, above all, I am determined to eat less food and drink less alcohol. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to lose some weight, but that is not the only requirement. I particularly need to get fitter and into better shape. I weighed myself this morning - 13st 5 lbs. What target do I set myself? Nothing too difficult, I think. I need to be realistic. So let's say that I need to get below 13 st by the time I go to Torquay in mid-May and then to 12st 9lbs by the time we go to Malaga in mid-June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I still have a sore ankle, some 7 months after I strained it, does not help. But this evening I will go to the gym and perhaps tomorrow evening I will go to the pool. I need to get started and into a regular pattern. And I need to do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reluctant to share these thoughts, in case I do not succeed. But I know I am more likely to succeed if I do share these thoughts. So watch this space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-1370253443972868529?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/1370253443972868529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=1370253443972868529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/1370253443972868529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/1370253443972868529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/03/diet-part-2.html' title='Diet part 2'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-7407735852119090798</id><published>2011-02-25T16:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:43:37.130Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Africa'/><title type='text'>Bit of a balls-up really</title><content type='html'>I am in agreement with Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dejevsky&lt;/span&gt; in today's &lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/opinion/commentators/mary-dejevsky/mary-dejevsky-this-is-camerons-ecclestone-moment-2224872.html#"&gt;Independent&lt;/a&gt;.   I also appear to have found myself in a minority in that I supported the coalition, respected Cameron and C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;legg&lt;/span&gt; for their bravery in going for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coalition&lt;/span&gt;,  agree that tuition fees were inevitable, generally support the need for huge public sector cuts, am in favour of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt; to the voting system, like the positive effect the Lib &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dems&lt;/span&gt; are having on social policies and will still vote Lib Dem in the May local elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this week both Cameron and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Clegg&lt;/span&gt; seem to have got things horribly wrong.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Clegg's&lt;/span&gt; comment that he had forgotten that he was in charge in Cameron's absence was a crassly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; comment.   And Cameron's absence, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; helping to promote arms sales in the Middle East, which a crisis was developing in that very region, was a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;misjudgement&lt;/span&gt;.   And William Hague once more seems out of his depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me all of this is reminiscent of my evacuation from Iran in 1979 when again the British Embassy and British Government reacted very slowly to the developing crisis hence putting me in some danger.   I remember the day we were supposed to be evacuated when we were told to get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; British Embassy at 6am and 'keep a low profile'.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; we got to the embassy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;compound&lt;/span&gt;, the gates were shut &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; the Embassy staff had not finished breakfast.  So 200 expats were stuck in the streets of revolutionary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Teheran&lt;/span&gt; trying to 'keep a low &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;profile&lt;/span&gt;'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's hope Cameron and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Clegg&lt;/span&gt; get their act together real soon and sort out the Brits still stuck in Libya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-7407735852119090798?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/7407735852119090798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=7407735852119090798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7407735852119090798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7407735852119090798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/02/bit-of-balls-up-really.html' title='Bit of a balls-up really'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-9191774065172611579</id><published>2011-02-18T19:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:43:37.130Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Africa'/><title type='text'>Off to see the Wizard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HvpHs0Vb6wI/TV7QoiW1AqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/61uYkKX9lX0/s1600/daniellecostume2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575122783567151778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HvpHs0Vb6wI/TV7QoiW1AqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/61uYkKX9lX0/s320/daniellecostume2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew and I were given tickets by Visit London to see one of the preview showings of The Wizard of Oz at the London Palladium. Of course this is the Andrew Lloyd Weber production starring Michael Crawford and Danielle Hope, who won the BBC 'Dorothy' series of programmes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went last night and we had a good evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly we had a meal at Silk, a restaurant just along from the Palladium located in the actual courtroom where Oscar Wilde was tried. Not a bad meal but not a great one either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show was enjoyable, the performances were fine, the staging was amazing. But in the end there was a lack of emotion. Somehow, the expensive (£6m) staging overwhelmed the story and the performances. So whilst there was nothing wrong with the whole production, somehow it didn't quite grab me in any deep way. It remained rather superficial. Worth seeing, but not likely to remain embedded in my memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-9191774065172611579?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/9191774065172611579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=9191774065172611579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/9191774065172611579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/9191774065172611579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/02/off-to-see-wizard.html' title='Off to see the Wizard'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HvpHs0Vb6wI/TV7QoiW1AqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/61uYkKX9lX0/s72-c/daniellecostume2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-6527874069881086925</id><published>2011-01-29T14:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:25:07.349Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Nothing much to report</title><content type='html'>So why say anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just feel that if I have a blog, I ought not to leave too much time between blogs. But the past weeks have gone past without major incident and with no great highs and no deep lows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partly this is because I have been really busy at work. January is always my busy month because we have a December year-end and, being the finance guy among other things, I have to get the year-end figures out. Also this week I had a lot of other issues to deal with as well as chair a UKGEOforum meeting and then introduce the annual UKGEOforum lecture as part of the RICS geomatics series. Not something I enjoy doing. But it went okay and we had a good dinner afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I played 3 sets of tennis and on Friday I played 18 holes of golf. Both were great for clearing my head and giving me some much-needed exercise - albeit in freezing temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Tuesday evening we were invited to the &lt;a href="http://www.oakhamcontemporary.com/Default.aspx"&gt;Oakham Gallery&lt;/a&gt; in Mayfair to attend the opening &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TUQugV4bG5I/AAAAAAAAAdk/o1fIpW32ufA/s1600/bushewintersuncoulpoint.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567626172501269394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TUQugV4bG5I/AAAAAAAAAdk/o1fIpW32ufA/s320/bushewintersuncoulpoint.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;night of their 11th annual exhibition of Scottish Art. I enjoyed the evening. Loads of free champagne and some interesting paintings to see, so what's not to like? My b/f liked it so much that he bought a painting. An oil paining of Coul Bay in Islay painted by Chris Bushe, a well-respected contemporary painter who studied at Gray's School of Art in Aberdeen. We will have the picture shipped out to Spain and hang it in our flat in Malaga. There is a blank wall there, waiting for something to give it a focal point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And now I have to do my tax return. I have left it until the last minute as ever. I put some money into my pension fund this year, so I need to so a tax return in order to get the tax benefit from that. So that is most of the rest of Saturday taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said - nothing much to report. But it fills a blog post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-6527874069881086925?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/6527874069881086925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=6527874069881086925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6527874069881086925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6527874069881086925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/01/nothing-much-to-report.html' title='Nothing much to report'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TUQugV4bG5I/AAAAAAAAAdk/o1fIpW32ufA/s72-c/bushewintersuncoulpoint.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-2587362601190622546</id><published>2011-01-18T22:00:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:28:05.988Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spain'/><title type='text'>New Year in Malaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TTYOp1WQiSI/AAAAAAAAAdc/7RNkoyKHIas/s1600/DSC01460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563650501520689442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TTYOp1WQiSI/AAAAAAAAAdc/7RNkoyKHIas/s320/DSC01460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here, again belatedly, are some photos taken during our New Year break in Malaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TTYOYu4hPvI/AAAAAAAAAdU/h1d7hXdN0mk/s1600/DSC01436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563650207727566578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TTYOYu4hPvI/AAAAAAAAAdU/h1d7hXdN0mk/s320/DSC01436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TTYOGS-3LvI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Q06kqEKz9lM/s1600/DSC01466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563649891000332018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TTYOGS-3LvI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Q06kqEKz9lM/s320/DSC01466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TTYNzR89hgI/AAAAAAAAAdE/llMAo3R-4d4/s1600/DSC01418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563649564306408962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TTYNzR89hgI/AAAAAAAAAdE/llMAo3R-4d4/s320/DSC01418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-2587362601190622546?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/2587362601190622546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=2587362601190622546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/2587362601190622546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/2587362601190622546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-in-malaga.html' title='New Year in Malaga'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TTYOp1WQiSI/AAAAAAAAAdc/7RNkoyKHIas/s72-c/DSC01460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-1693176461870569873</id><published>2011-01-18T21:55:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:27:36.830Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scotland'/><title type='text'>Christmas in Scotland</title><content type='html'>Beleatedly, here are a few pictures I took over Christmas in Keith in the north of Scotland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TTYMkliTD6I/AAAAAAAAAcs/A16CH5se9kI/s1600/Xmas%2BDay%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563648212353617826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TTYMkliTD6I/AAAAAAAAAcs/A16CH5se9kI/s320/Xmas%2BDay%2B2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TTYMsjJDlpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/BVWGY8feIOY/s1600/Xmas%2BDay%2B5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563648349149828754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TTYMsjJDlpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/BVWGY8feIOY/s320/Xmas%2BDay%2B5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TTYMzumGT8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/bQGCDZ-JRIg/s1600/Icicles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563648472483516354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TTYMzumGT8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/bQGCDZ-JRIg/s320/Icicles.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-1693176461870569873?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/1693176461870569873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=1693176461870569873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/1693176461870569873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/1693176461870569873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-in-scotland.html' title='Christmas in Scotland'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TTYMkliTD6I/AAAAAAAAAcs/A16CH5se9kI/s72-c/Xmas%2BDay%2B2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-1444881364954707479</id><published>2011-01-13T08:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:28:56.434Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plans'/><title type='text'>It started so well</title><content type='html'>During last week I had porridge for breakfast, veggie soup for lunch and steamed fish for dinner on most days. By Friday I had already lost 3 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the weekend. A glass of wine, then another, then another. Chocolate biscuits mid-morning. A large dinner. And the weight has gone back on again. It's just that I tend to feel hungry at weekends and also I want to relax after the stresses of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to square one. More willpower needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-1444881364954707479?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/1444881364954707479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=1444881364954707479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/1444881364954707479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/1444881364954707479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-started-so-well.html' title='It started so well'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-7471748392778159619</id><published>2011-01-05T18:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:29:21.854Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plans'/><title type='text'>Resolutionary Fervour</title><content type='html'>My sedentary lifestyle plus an excess of food and drink have taken their toll. This was exacerbated in June last year when I sprained my foot. I had to stop playing tennis and golf for many months. I did less exercise that usual. But I continued to eat and drink at my usual rather excessive rate. Recent visits to South Africa, Scotland and Spain have not helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I eat relatively healthily. But I recognise that I eat too much. I don't often get really drunk. But I recognise that I drink too regularly. Most days I have a glass or two (or more) of wine when I got home from work. I often eat a chunk of cheese, possibly washed down by a final glass of red wine, just before I go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough. Indeed too much is too much. Time to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Tuesday morning I weighed myself. 13 stone 5 lbs. Ouch. Some of that weight has to go. Not through a crash diet, but through more sensible eating and drinking coupled with more exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal? Difficult to decide. OK, here goes. To get down to 12 st 0lbs by my birthday 20 May. By my reckoning, that is approximately 1lb each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be easy. I need to put on some muscle, and muscle weighs more than fat. The main weight loss area needs to be around my tum. At my age, getting rid of weight in that area will be tough. I don't ever expect to see a six pack. I just want to look and feel better. And hopefully have more energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday and today I have had some bran flakes, tea and brown bread for breakfast, an apple mid-morning, vegetable soup for lunch and fish for dinner. And no alcohol. My weight is now 13st 3 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suspect that losing the first few pounds will be relatively easy. Then weight loss will become progressively harder. I have got to start some sort of exercise, even if it is just walking. My foot is still too sore to start running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I succeed? I honestly do not know. Watch this space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-7471748392778159619?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/7471748392778159619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=7471748392778159619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7471748392778159619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7471748392778159619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolutionary-fervour.html' title='Resolutionary Fervour'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-7832074514695843392</id><published>2011-01-02T17:26:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:41:17.037Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>2011 - looking forward</title><content type='html'>In many years past, I have drawn up a long list of New Year´s resolutions. It is arguable whether they were kept or not. Just one aim for the start of this year - to improve my appearance. Not necessarily in a narcissistic way. I just need to lose weight and gain a better shape. So more exercise, less food, less alcohol and a better diet. It will be a gradual process. And maybe some clothes shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 is the first year of the rest of my life. Yes I know that I could have said that about any year. But this one feels a bit more like a watershed. I need to make better use of my time, find time for friends, sort out my finances etc etc. And use the fact that I now live in a new flat to explore the area, join the local tennis club, go to the local swimming pool, get out the bicycle etc. Not exactly New Year´s resolutions. Just a desire to have more energy and more quality time, for myself and for others. I want to live each day in a unique way, not live one day 10,000 times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-7832074514695843392?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/7832074514695843392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=7832074514695843392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7832074514695843392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7832074514695843392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-looking-forward.html' title='2011 - looking forward'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-1905381471581194933</id><published>2011-01-01T20:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:41:17.038Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>2010 - looking back</title><content type='html'>Whenever I do a retrospective of a year just gone, the tone of the retrospective tends to be influenced not by the qualities of the year in question, but rather by my mood at the time of writing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am looking back at 2010 from an internet cafe in Malga having had a relaxing Christmas and New Year.  It is consequently easy to forget the trials and tribulations of the year just gone.   It was not a great year, to be honest.    I made many trips to Scotland to visit my ailing father, I went to funerals of friends who were my age, work was often a real hassle, I injured my foot and had to stop playing golf and tennis, I put on weight (not unrelated to the previous comment) and generally the year passed quickly and without many positive triumphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did move home though.   That was achieved, not without stress, but without undue delay.   And that gives me a new base from which to approach the new year.    Andrew was supportive as ever.   We did some memorable travel, especially to South Africa.   And I hope I was nice to people and helpful when needed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye 2010.   Another year of experience on the hopeful path of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-1905381471581194933?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/1905381471581194933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=1905381471581194933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/1905381471581194933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/1905381471581194933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-looking-back.html' title='2010 - looking back'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-2113783403094755187</id><published>2010-12-31T18:50:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:29:46.557Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scotland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spain'/><title type='text'>Scotland and Spain</title><content type='html'>We made it to Scotland for Christmas. Three trains and a bus - we were only an hour late in arriving in Keith despite the heavy snow. I enjoyed Christmas, even if looking after my father was challenging. We had a good Christmas lunch in the Royal Hotel in Keith, and on Boxing Day we dug out the car and drove to Spey Bay and then back via Buckie and Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Monday we took the train to Dunkeld to see Andrew´s uncle and aunt before heading onwards to Glasgow for an overnight stay prior to our flight to Malaga. And now we have been in Malaga for three days. Yesterday we drove to La Herradura for lunch at a beach bar. Today we went to my favourite part of this area - the lakes at El Chorro. We had a fantastic lunch at the Oasis restaurant. It was also good to be able to visit Reg and Gloria in Fuengirola on our way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it is New Year´s Eve. We have our Cava and our 12 grapes and will proobably head for the Plaza de Constitution in Malaga for midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all. Retrospective of 2010 and thoughts for 2011 to follow in a day or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-2113783403094755187?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/2113783403094755187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=2113783403094755187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/2113783403094755187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/2113783403094755187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/12/scotland-and-spain.html' title='Scotland and Spain'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-3561820217287762035</id><published>2010-12-21T16:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:30:13.057Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scotland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Heading for Scotland (maybe)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ-NYjNr7zI/AAAAAAAAAcU/LEqj9XVufh8/s1600/DSC01377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552812318480133938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ-NYjNr7zI/AAAAAAAAAcU/LEqj9XVufh8/s320/DSC01377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday, Andrew and I are booked to go from Hitchin to Keith by train. But with all of the snow and travel disruption, that now needs to be seen as speculative rather than certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I could not even get from Hertford East to Liverpool Street. The 0739 train did not depart until about 0800. So I was cold before it started. The heating was not functioning. I got colder. Then after a slow journey to Brimsdown, we stopped there for 30 minutes. I got colder. The driver then announced that there was a defective door and the train was being taken out of service. (Why can they not just empty that carriage and then continue the journey?). 500 people pitched out onto Brimsdown station. I got colder. The next announcem&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ-J10HLEzI/AAAAAAAAAcM/4XlDf14kusc/s1600/DSC01381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552808423185912626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ-J10HLEzI/AAAAAAAAAcM/4XlDf14kusc/s320/DSC01381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ent was that no trains were currently going in towards Liverpool Street. I stood for 30 minutes on Brimsdown Station. I got colder. Then I saw a bus going to Broxbourne. I took it. And at Broxburne there was a train going back to Hertford East. I took that. I was still cold.So I got home to my flat just over 4 hours after I left having been unable to get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Hitchin on Saturday and went for a walk in Herford on Sunday. Which is where I took these photos. I like snow as long as I do not have to rely on the UK transport system to get around. So I am looking forward to getting to N. Scotland on Thursday. But am not exactly confident that I will.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ-JmYMTWpI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FS-PQxENkJI/s1600/DSC01385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552808157993196178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ-JmYMTWpI/AAAAAAAAAcE/FS-PQxENkJI/s320/DSC01385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-3561820217287762035?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/3561820217287762035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=3561820217287762035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3561820217287762035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3561820217287762035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/12/heading-for-scotland-maybe.html' title='Heading for Scotland (maybe)'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ-NYjNr7zI/AAAAAAAAAcU/LEqj9XVufh8/s72-c/DSC01377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-2436275681547727734</id><published>2010-12-20T16:18:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:30:38.625Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Africa'/><title type='text'>South Africa - Cape Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ-Faxw9LRI/AAAAAAAAAb8/v8jYKPtv9pI/s1600/DSC01186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552803560652877074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ-Faxw9LRI/AAAAAAAAAb8/v8jYKPtv9pI/s320/DSC01186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our time at Londolozi, we took a small plane to Mpumalanga and then on to Cape Town where we spent 6 days. Some of the time was organised (superbly) by Rhino Africa and some of the time was free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the organised days, we did a wine tour of Stellenbosh and Franchhoek and also a trip to Cape Point - both really interesting days (thanks, Graham). On our free days, we took a train to visit a friend in Simon'sTown. visited the District 6 museum, spend some time on Clifton No 3 beach and went by cablecar to the top of Table Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also were invited to a couple of parties and visited a number of hotels to check them out for AMRO Worldwide. Memorably we had dinner at the 12 Apostles watching the sun set over the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ-FBy7mYeI/AAAAAAAAAb0/YmH0lj3xdK8/s1600/Hout%2BBay%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552803131469226466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ-FBy7mYeI/AAAAAAAAAb0/YmH0lj3xdK8/s320/Hout%2BBay%2B2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to write a travelogue detailing our trip at some length, but I simply do not have time. Suffice to say that we were hosted by Rhino Africa who were fantastic. Thanks to Billy, David and all of the Rhino Africa team. I hope we can bring business your way. I enjoyed this visit to South Africa much more than my first visit a few years ago. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ-EvoSM1lI/AAAAAAAAAbs/eU2Wh6VL7e0/s1600/Table%2BMountain%2B7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552802819373586002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ-EvoSM1lI/AAAAAAAAAbs/eU2Wh6VL7e0/s320/Table%2BMountain%2B7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe that was because the weather was better, the accommodation was out of this world, the people we met were so friendly and the scenery is breathtaking. Yes of course one cannot go to South Africa without realising the difficulties ahead for that country and the huge task still facing the government in balancing the needs and aspirations of all its people. But certainly we will be back. And I would urge others to visit as well. These are just a few of the photos I took during our visit.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ-Eftoj-NI/AAAAAAAAAbk/AUHZ4ngD7o8/s1600/Sunset%2B12%2BApostles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552802545931647186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ-Eftoj-NI/AAAAAAAAAbk/AUHZ4ngD7o8/s320/Sunset%2B12%2BApostles.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-2436275681547727734?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/2436275681547727734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=2436275681547727734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/2436275681547727734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/2436275681547727734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/12/south-africa-cape-town.html' title='South Africa - Cape Town'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ-Faxw9LRI/AAAAAAAAAb8/v8jYKPtv9pI/s72-c/DSC01186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-3271049913173854929</id><published>2010-12-19T16:29:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:31:06.349Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Africa'/><title type='text'>South Africa - Londolozi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ43nHq-2YI/AAAAAAAAAbc/wA280bv2fk0/s1600/DSC01027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552436535808153986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ43nHq-2YI/AAAAAAAAAbc/wA280bv2fk0/s320/DSC01027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of our trip to South Africa, we spent three nights at the Tree Camp, Lonzolozi in the Sabi Sands - on the edge of the Kruger. It was amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ410CyzfDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/5Mku1cZY7vs/s1600/DSC01063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552434558813830194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ410CyzfDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/5Mku1cZY7vs/s320/DSC01063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly Londolozi was luxurious - our accommodation was larger than my flat in London. I loved the outdoor shower and outdoor plunge pool. It was weird but exciting to be soaking naked in the plunge pool overlooking the African bush with, in one case, a herd of elephants only 100 yards away. The food was also amazing and the wines were on the top order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ41Z0pMMYI/AAAAAAAAAbM/2ZOpcvg5jF8/s1600/DSC01132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552434108338811266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ41Z0pMMYI/AAAAAAAAAbM/2ZOpcvg5jF8/s320/DSC01132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course we were there for the game drives. We did 5 drives and they were exciting, humbling and just wonderful. We saw lions, leopards, elephants, rhino, buffalo, giraffe, zebra etc etc etc. Byron, our guide, and Judas, our tracker, were tremendous. Their spotting was unbelievable and Byron was so helpful in his commentary.. All in all it was a great experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just a few of the photos I took. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ40x7h0mKI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ZNn_z9WUX9w/s1600/Elephant%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552433422992185506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ40x7h0mKI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ZNn_z9WUX9w/s320/Elephant%2B1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-3271049913173854929?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/3271049913173854929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=3271049913173854929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3271049913173854929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3271049913173854929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/12/south-africa-londolozi.html' title='South Africa - Londolozi'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TQ43nHq-2YI/AAAAAAAAAbc/wA280bv2fk0/s72-c/DSC01027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-6395641555920302457</id><published>2010-12-14T14:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:43:21.497Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Africa'/><title type='text'>Rhino Africa</title><content type='html'>We have now returned from an amazing visit to South Africa.    I will get round to posting a blog about this.   In the meantime, our hosts at Rhino Africa have got in first.   &lt;a href="http://blog.rhinoafrica.com/2010/12/13/iglta-fam-trip-to-south-africa-2010/"&gt;Here is their blog.&lt;/a&gt;   Thanks guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-6395641555920302457?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/6395641555920302457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=6395641555920302457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6395641555920302457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6395641555920302457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/12/rhino-africa.html' title='Rhino Africa'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-9216744970498794301</id><published>2010-12-11T16:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:43:21.497Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Africa'/><title type='text'>In South Africa</title><content type='html'>We have been to Londolozi game park are are now in Cape Town. We are having a wonderful time. Sadly I don't have time to report in detail- rushing off to dinner now. Back in London on Monday and I hope to report then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have sent back some photos for &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/album.php?aid=42488&amp;amp;id=100000545697544"&gt;Amro Bear's facebook&lt;/a&gt; page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-9216744970498794301?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/9216744970498794301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=9216744970498794301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/9216744970498794301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/9216744970498794301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-south-africa.html' title='In South Africa'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-5373451715451773324</id><published>2010-11-27T11:09:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:43:21.498Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Africa'/><title type='text'>Heading for South Africa</title><content type='html'>In the summer, Andrew and I went to the IGLTA annual convention in Antwerp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whist there we met the guys who run 'out2africa' a luxury travel company in South Africa aimed at the gay and lesbian market. They mentioned that they might be able to put together a travel-professionals educational package for later in the year. Well it has happened and both Andrew and I are going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am slightly apprehensive because I feel that having two people from the same travel business does not really add value for the out2africa guys, but I guess that since we stay in the same rooms having two of us will not add too much to their costs. We will certainly do our best to sell their holidays upon our return and will put together information for the &lt;a href="http://www.amroholidays.com/"&gt;Amro Worldwide&lt;/a&gt; website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave on Thursday 2 Dec and spend 3 nights at Londolozi game lodge in the Kruger Game Reserve followed by 6 days in Cape Town at the MannaBay boutique hotel. It all looks wonderful and I am looking forward to it immensely. Further reports here in due course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-5373451715451773324?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/5373451715451773324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=5373451715451773324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5373451715451773324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5373451715451773324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/11/heading-for-south-africa.html' title='Heading for South Africa'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-7508988641268258325</id><published>2010-11-20T10:00:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-11-20T10:21:17.694Z</updated><title type='text'>Autumn (2)</title><content type='html'>Here are a three more photos taken within a few hundred yards of my new flat in Hertford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first one is a view from my balcony looking towards the weir and the leisure centre beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TOecxOL-NuI/AAAAAAAAAas/eF-LBZRRUO8/s1600/Picture%2B304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541570235938518754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TOecxOL-NuI/AAAAAAAAAas/eF-LBZRRUO8/s320/Picture%2B304.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one is the River Lee just along from the flat heading towards Ware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TOeeSjq2i1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/lAl7NWR_kSU/s1600/Picture%2B325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541571908152494930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TOeeSjq2i1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/lAl7NWR_kSU/s320/Picture%2B325.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final one is looking back towards my flat from the Meadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TOefV99OtoI/AAAAAAAAAa8/JNkhyQNy-wU/s1600/Picture%2B328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541573066260133506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TOefV99OtoI/AAAAAAAAAa8/JNkhyQNy-wU/s320/Picture%2B328.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-7508988641268258325?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/7508988641268258325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=7508988641268258325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7508988641268258325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7508988641268258325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/11/autumn-2.html' title='Autumn (2)'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TOecxOL-NuI/AAAAAAAAAas/eF-LBZRRUO8/s72-c/Picture%2B304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-4112108780399898631</id><published>2010-11-11T12:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-11T12:41:12.331Z</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TNvhhWmTi3I/AAAAAAAAAac/vBNPEr8FAmM/s1600/hertford%2B2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538268129900333938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TNvhhWmTi3I/AAAAAAAAAac/vBNPEr8FAmM/s320/hertford%2B2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, I went for a short stroll in the area close to my new flat. Which is a good excuse for posting a couple of photos I took, both taken within a few hundred yards for my flat. I loved being able to do this walk stright from the flat without having to either take the car or walk along any pavements. I was back in the flat 30 minutes after I started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TNvkTt1CHZI/AAAAAAAAAak/uVzXSCya7TE/s1600/hertford%2B1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538271194152836498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TNvkTt1CHZI/AAAAAAAAAak/uVzXSCya7TE/s320/hertford%2B1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-4112108780399898631?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/4112108780399898631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=4112108780399898631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/4112108780399898631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/4112108780399898631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/11/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TNvhhWmTi3I/AAAAAAAAAac/vBNPEr8FAmM/s72-c/hertford%2B2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-143298739846035191</id><published>2010-11-01T09:29:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:43:37.131Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The first day ....</title><content type='html'>...of the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know this can be said of every day. And I have already had over 20,000 of these in my life. But then, as someone once said - have you lived 10,000 days or lived one day 10,000 times? Sadly, I think it has often been the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today feels a bit different. I have been in my new flat for nearly 6 weeks now. But during that time I have been unpacking, have helped run a conference in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stratford&lt;/span&gt;-upon-Avon, have been in Spain for 10 days, been up to Scotland and generally been a bit distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, though, I have a whole month ahead of me in the new place without any trips away and I want to start to feel that this is a turning point in my life. I will investigate the local area, go for walks, join the local gym and pool, manage my time better and generally look forward to many years living in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hertford&lt;/span&gt; and hopefully a new focus on the enjoyment of life. I will not, though, stop watching 'Coach Trip'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also drink less alcohol, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; midweek, and eat more healthily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is a bit like having a New Year's resolution but two months early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I go. The first day of the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-143298739846035191?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/143298739846035191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=143298739846035191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/143298739846035191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/143298739846035191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-day.html' title='The first day ....'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-5964342811643139786</id><published>2010-10-28T12:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-10-28T12:37:07.608Z</updated><title type='text'>Political shift</title><content type='html'>I have become the person I hoped I would never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At university, I was very left-wing in my views and was outside the mainstream of all major political parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I because a member of the Labour Party and was generally happy with their political stance on most things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last election, however, I could not bring myself to vote Labour.   I cancelled my membership, gritted my teeth, and voted Lib Dem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now find myself, not disappointed in their coalition with the Tories, but admiring of their political courage in not being afraid of grasping power and taking tough decisions.   Nick Clegg continues to impress me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whilst I know that many Lib Dem supporters are horrified, I maintain my support for the Coalition and the Lib Dem role in this.   They have helped temper the excesses of the Tories.  Of course they have had to compromise but, hey, they hold less than 10% of seats at Westminster.   They are punching above their weight, doing it in the national interest and doing it sensibly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I simply become a realist or is self-interest starting to drive my political views?  I hope it is not the latter.   But I have certainly shifted my political position.  And, strangely, I am entirely comfortable with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope for some form of proportional representation, for gay marriage, for support for a multi-cultural Britain, for assisted suicide, for rehabilitation of prisoners, and for resistance to faith schools.   I remain socially progressive.   But I am becoming economically prudent.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's an age thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-5964342811643139786?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/5964342811643139786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=5964342811643139786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5964342811643139786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5964342811643139786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/10/political-shift.html' title='Political shift'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-7826356960717950286</id><published>2010-10-20T07:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-10-21T11:54:42.870Z</updated><title type='text'>Spanish therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TMAp5bULzkI/AAAAAAAAAaU/pm23n0ef-KA/s1600/Ibero+Crucero+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530466408972668482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TMAp5bULzkI/AAAAAAAAAaU/pm23n0ef-KA/s320/Ibero+Crucero+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have just returned from 10 days in Malaga. It was a very relaxing break after months of stress both at work and with the move. I don't think I had realised how stressed and tired I was until I slept for about 12 hours on each on my first couple of nights in Malaga, got up, went to the beach and promptly fell asleep again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew had suggested that I go into the local travel agent just down from our flat in Malaga and see if we could go somewhere for a few days while we were there. Delphin, the agent, speaks no English, so I was quite proud of myself in explaining what we wanted and understanding what she was proposing. I booked a 5 days cruise out of Malaga stopping at Portimao, Lisbon and Tangier on an all-Spanish vessel with ibero Cruceros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really good cruise and amazing value. We paid £240 each and this included the cruise, all port taxes, all food and, amazingly, all drink. We certainly took advantage of this latter offer with our champagne cocktails and copious quantities of quality wine with dinner. I had booked the cheapest lower deck inside cabin; we were upgraded to a higher deck superior outside cabin - I know not why! And I loved Lisbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished with four sunny days in Malaga, mainly relaxing on the beach, though we did go into Torremolinos for a huge gay exhibition of holidays, clothes, furnishings etc etc. I cooked my usual Zarzuela one evening and we had a couple of meals in the superb Vino Mio restaurant. I read some books, watched some DVDs and generally chilled out. Just what I needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-7826356960717950286?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/7826356960717950286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=7826356960717950286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7826356960717950286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7826356960717950286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/10/spanish-therapy.html' title='Spanish therapy'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TMAp5bULzkI/AAAAAAAAAaU/pm23n0ef-KA/s72-c/Ibero+Crucero+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-3247330501537856259</id><published>2010-10-07T19:17:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:24:58.162Z</updated><title type='text'>A stranger in my bedroom</title><content type='html'>I had asked for a fitted wardrobe to be put into bedroom 2 before I moved. But Weston Homes said that because of the short timescale between exchange and completion, they would have to do this after I had moved in. So I gave them a key and they did it on the first Wednesday after I moved in. A painter was then due to come to cover up the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Friday at 6 a.m. I was lying in bed when I heard someone come into my flat using a key. He walked down the corridor and came straight into my bedroom. ¨Hello´, I said (sadly I could think of nothing more original to say. ). He immediately jumped back, very startled. I turned out that this was the painter, who had been told the flat was empty and had decided to do the work early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say it is not often that a complete stranger walks into my bedroom at 6 a.m. uninvited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-3247330501537856259?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/3247330501537856259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=3247330501537856259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3247330501537856259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3247330501537856259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/10/stranger-in-my-bedroom.html' title='A stranger in my bedroom'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-3161827081948700992</id><published>2010-10-01T18:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-10-01T18:22:51.345Z</updated><title type='text'>Tired but content</title><content type='html'>I am exhausted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After moving home I had to prepare for our annual conference and then go up to Stratford-upon-Avon to help run it.    I was responsible for the quiz at the pre-conference icebreaker event and for the AGM.   I also was room monitor for a number of sessions and of course available at all times to answer questions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it all went very well and was a successful three days in terms of organisation, content and finances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home last Thursday and was up at 4 am on Friday to get to Luton for the flight to Aberdeen.   I am now in Keith to try to look after my Dad and sort out his future.  I return to London tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then have a big Executive meeting on Wednesday which needs a lot of preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we head for Spain and hopefully some relaxation.   Much needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-3161827081948700992?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/3161827081948700992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=3161827081948700992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3161827081948700992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3161827081948700992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/10/tired-but-content.html' title='Tired but content'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-9041165506901117592</id><published>2010-09-26T20:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:20:01.635Z</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>Last week I wanted to enjoy my new home. Indeed I just wanted to unpack. But I had to go in to work every day. And now I am gearing up for our annual conference this week in Stratford-upon-Avon. And getting stressed about it. Immediately after the conference, I have to go to Scotland to see my Dad whose health is declining. So I have no time to relax. I am finding this very difficult. I'll be glad when we get to next Sunday, though even then I have a work deadline of 6 Oct to meet and no real time to do the work involved. Pressure &amp;amp; stress.  It is not much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-9041165506901117592?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/9041165506901117592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=9041165506901117592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/9041165506901117592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/9041165506901117592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/09/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-7485270839980695284</id><published>2010-09-21T14:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-09-21T14:51:28.232Z</updated><title type='text'>Moved in</title><content type='html'>Yep.    I am now in my new home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was not without last minute hassles.  My solicitor had not received the signed copy of the lease that I sent on Friday same-day recorded delivery.    Then they found it.   My buyers solicitor sent £100 less than expected;  transpired that they want indemnity insurance on garage repairs carried out 10 years ago and expect me to pay for that.    Which I have had to do.  My solicitors wanted a closure document from my bank.   That took time.   My removal men took away my vacuum cleaner so that I could not give the old flat a final clean - probably not important as the buyers are ripping up the carpet anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But finally at about 2.30 p.m. we had completion.   And the removal guys started to put my furniture into the new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am.  Now living in Hertford.  Surrounded by boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed a half-hour in the evening sitting on the balcony, glass of wine in hand, watching the ducks on the river below and the sun setting in the distance.     It was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I am at work today - and the first train I tried to catch from Hertford East, the 7.39,  was cancelled!  And I am really busy.  So it will be the weekend before I can get rid of most of the boxes and start to feel really relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey - I have moved.  And it feels great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-7485270839980695284?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/7485270839980695284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=7485270839980695284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7485270839980695284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7485270839980695284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/09/moved-in.html' title='Moved in'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-7924575431955897358</id><published>2010-09-19T09:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-09-19T09:37:28.438Z</updated><title type='text'>D-day minus 1</title><content type='html'>I am surprisingly nervous and apprehensive. I keep thinking of all the things that could go wrong. I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; concerned that my buyer may not have the money ready with his solicitor for tomorrow morning and hence delay the move. I feel that perhaps my stuff will be in the removal van but not get clearance to start unloading at the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I need to try to just focus on the last-minute things today. The final clearing and cleaning. Making sure all my stuff for moving is in boxes. And making sure that I am calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to get on with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-7924575431955897358?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/7924575431955897358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=7924575431955897358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7924575431955897358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7924575431955897358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/09/d-day-munus-1.html' title='D-day minus 1'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-649584410990974686</id><published>2010-09-18T13:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-09-18T13:38:09.949Z</updated><title type='text'>D-day minus 2</title><content type='html'>It's all coming together.    The money is with my solicitor awaiting completion on Monday.   I have done another trip to the Council tip.   I have given three wardrobes and two chests of drawers to Ann, the Irish girl who came for my cooker - a random act of kindness which at least means that someone will make use of them.  So my bedroom is looking bare.    I have cleared most of the stuff from the garage and now most of the stuff from my kitchen.    I have done my final washing.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more things to do today, then tomorrow I clear up the final few things and give the flat a good clean.   Then, I hope, I move on Monday.   Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-649584410990974686?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/649584410990974686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=649584410990974686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/649584410990974686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/649584410990974686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/09/d-day-minus-2.html' title='D-day minus 2'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-1869167550804129855</id><published>2010-09-17T16:41:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-09-17T16:50:44.285Z</updated><title type='text'>D-day minus 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TJObYglWUxI/AAAAAAAAAaM/sHvZj3JOtiU/s1600/DSC00519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517924813824742162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TJObYglWUxI/AAAAAAAAAaM/sHvZj3JOtiU/s320/DSC00519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have packed most of my stuff in boxes. My money is with the solicitor. I have signed all the documents. And so I am close to moving home. Still some final clearing to be done, but I am ready for the move. Bring it on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes sometimes it has seemed like one step forwards two steps back. I feel I am reinventing the wheel and meeting obstacles that so many others have faced but I am getting there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am excited and apprehensive in equal measure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-1869167550804129855?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/1869167550804129855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=1869167550804129855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/1869167550804129855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/1869167550804129855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/09/d-day-minus-3.html' title='D-day minus 3'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TJObYglWUxI/AAAAAAAAAaM/sHvZj3JOtiU/s72-c/DSC00519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-3265997503733824865</id><published>2010-09-14T19:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-09-14T21:07:50.304Z</updated><title type='text'>Getting closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TI_K-7jClGI/AAAAAAAAAaE/RX6tfPiObq8/s1600/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516851251037508706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TI_K-7jClGI/AAAAAAAAAaE/RX6tfPiObq8/s320/DSC00478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I exchanged contracts on my purchase. So suddenly it is all legal. I have sold and bought a property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days have been frustrating. At the last minute I found that under the Chancel Repairs Act of 1932, I might be liable for the cost of repairs to the Chancel of the local parish church. Not something I had envisaged when I decided to but a new-build flat. I have taken out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;indemnity&lt;/span&gt; insurance against that possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to go to sleep for a few days and simply wake up in the new flay. But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;instead&lt;/span&gt;, I have a lot of work to do in clearing the old flat, getting rid of furniture, and preparing for the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the start of a new life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-3265997503733824865?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/3265997503733824865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=3265997503733824865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3265997503733824865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3265997503733824865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/09/getting-closer.html' title='Getting closer'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TI_K-7jClGI/AAAAAAAAAaE/RX6tfPiObq8/s72-c/DSC00478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-1750385107309307420</id><published>2010-09-09T19:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-09-09T19:06:18.309Z</updated><title type='text'>Moving on</title><content type='html'>Monday was such an emotional roller-coaster.    My sale was off.  Then it was on.  Then the buyer's solicitor had a major problem.  Then he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly at 5.30 we exchanged contracts.   So now I have sold my flat.   Huge relief.  Completion date is 20th September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you I have not exchanged contracts on my purchase.  The local authority searches have not been received.   So either I exchange without these or I could be homeless on 20th September.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is easy in property sales/purchases in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just keep my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this weekend I will be busy clearing out the old flat.    Charity shop and Council dump, here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-1750385107309307420?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/1750385107309307420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=1750385107309307420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/1750385107309307420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/1750385107309307420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/09/moving-on.html' title='Moving on'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-7733413546913221329</id><published>2010-09-05T17:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-09-05T17:50:09.659Z</updated><title type='text'>Hitting a snag</title><content type='html'>I am feeling a lot of stress.    Partly this is because September is a busy month at work culminating in the annual conference in Stratford-upon-Avon at the end of the month.    Partly because AOL is playing up and I am not always able to get an internet connection.  Partly because I am having problems topping-up the money on my pay-as-you-go phone.  But mainly there are two causes of the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just come back from Scotland.  My Dad's health is deteriorating and I really do not know whether I should start the process to put him into a care home.   His eyesight is failing, his walking is more difficult, his prostate problems are interrupting his sleep and he is generally very lonely.   And I live 600 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest problem, though, is that my flat sale has fallen through.   I think.   My prospective buyers wanted to knock down a couple of walls and build an en-suite.    The lease states that this requires the approval of the other residents.  They have witheld that approval.     I will find out tomorrow for sure if the buyers are pulling out.  If they do, then I will likely lose my purchase.   And we will be back where we were over a month ago apart from the fact that I will have incurred around £1,500 in lawyers fees.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my b/f is currently away in Gran Canaria so I do not have a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am stressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-7733413546913221329?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/7733413546913221329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=7733413546913221329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7733413546913221329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7733413546913221329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/09/hitting-snag.html' title='Hitting a snag'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-6232157016385130563</id><published>2010-08-24T12:37:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-08-24T13:00:10.250Z</updated><title type='text'>Moving Home (fingers crossed)</title><content type='html'>So far so good, but I don't want to tempt fate. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have told my solicitors, my buyers solicitors and the estate agent that I want to get to exchange of contracts by 31 August. Only then can I really start to look forward to my new home, throw out old furniture, plan the removal etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have answered all of the solicitors queries, signed all the forms, and agreed to make all the payments. My buyer has had my flat surveyed and been round with a builder to ascertain the work he wants to do. And there have been no negative comments from that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the local authority searches are on-going and a slow local authority (is there any other type?) could slow things down. And, worryingly, I understand that my buyers mortgage is not quite finalised. So things could still go wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course I occasionally have second thoughts. I have been twice to the Council tip with stuff I have thrown out. I have twice been to a charity shop to give them staff that is still worth something. I have put some stuff up for sale on Gumtree. However I still have a lot of items that I won't have room for but which I do not want to throw out. Some are old photographs. Some are old papers. Some are pictures and ornaments that I have collected on my travels over the years - plates from Iran, paintings from Siberia, carvings from India etc. I worry about not having a garage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But generally I am really looking forward to the new home, to swimming in the local pool in the morning before work, having a shorter walk to the station, joining the local tennis club, maybe joining a drama club, cycling along the banks of the River Lea, taking walks to new places, sipping a Pinot Grigio while sitting on the balcony etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scary and stressful. But also exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This photo shows Hertford with my flat shown in the middle of the photo near the top, just past Tesco and Hertford East station. My balcony, facing away from the camera, overlooks the river and the Meadows beyond.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/THPAs0DrqzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/LqcASjcswlM/s1600/hertford208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508958645325114162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/THPAs0DrqzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/LqcASjcswlM/s320/hertford208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maybe, just maybe, I could be living there by this time next month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-6232157016385130563?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/6232157016385130563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=6232157016385130563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6232157016385130563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6232157016385130563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/08/moving-home-fingers-crossed.html' title='Moving Home (fingers crossed)'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/THPAs0DrqzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/LqcASjcswlM/s72-c/hertford208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-5531618308398849966</id><published>2010-08-11T19:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:56:24.769Z</updated><title type='text'>Moving home (2)</title><content type='html'>So far so good.    My prospective purchaser has had a survey done on my current flat and has come round with his builder to ascertain what work he wants to do before moving in.   Apparently he wants to put in an en-suite.  He remains keen to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solicitor has sent me a wadge of documents to complete, which I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weston Homes, the builder of the flat I am hopefully moving to, have agreed to put in a fitted wardrobe into bedroom 2 as well as fit vertical blinds to all windows, all within the purchase price, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have started to try to tidy up.   I have made one visit to the municipal waste disposal area with a  load of junk, and have also taken some stuff to the local charity shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have alternated between huge excitement and sheer panic.   Which, I guess, is to be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, so far so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-5531618308398849966?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/5531618308398849966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=5531618308398849966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5531618308398849966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5531618308398849966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/08/moving-home-2.html' title='Moving home (2)'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-7199417546619634282</id><published>2010-08-03T07:45:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-08-03T08:19:31.951Z</updated><title type='text'>Moving home (maybe)</title><content type='html'>A week ago I had not even had my flat valued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then the estate agent has given it a suggested value, I agreed to put it on the market, I received (and accepted) an offer within 24 hours, and finally I agreed to buy another property. Wow. A busy and eventful week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to move. I quite like living in New Barnet - it is handy for the station and for my tennis and golf clubs. My flat needs some work doing to it, but I could have arranged for that to have been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have never really liked my flat or the block I am living in. And I would like to be further out into the country. I also want to live in a property that I could see myself living in for the rest of my life (which I hope will still be a long time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I had thought I would like to move to Welwyn Garden City. But then I discovered Hertford. Over the past few days, I have viewed a number of properties. Some were bigger than others. Some were older than others. Most were flats; one was a house. A decision had to be made. It came down to two properties - a terraced house in Welwyn Garden City with a garden and loads of storage space or a new-build flat in Hertford in an ideal location with views to die for but almost no storage space. Head or heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Heart won. With a late goal in extra time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plumped for Hertford. I like the idea of new build. This flat has a balcony with views over the River Lea to meadow land beyond. It is a dual aspect flat which would get the morning sum in the lounge and the evening sun in the bedrooms. I will see the sunset from the balcony. It is very close to Hertford East station from where the train goes to Liverpool Street station, which is close to where I work. There is a Tesco beside the station. Hertford is a quaint historical town with unique shops, a theatre, a Saturday market, many places to eat and a good selection of pubs. The River Lea is right outside the flat; there a bicycle and walking trails which go for miles beside the river to Ware and beyond; there is a canoeing base opposite the flat, tennis courts a hundred yards away and a gym and swimming pool also a hundred yards away. And if we end up living in Spain, I can let out the flat for at least £1,000 per month which would be useful ancillary income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am going to be challenged in the fact that I will have to seriously cut down on things I currently have because space is limited. I will need to throw out old ornaments, old golf clubs, clothes I haven't worn for ages, etc. etc. But I want an uncluttered life and I think that physical uncluttering can help mental uncluttering. And I love the thought of sipping a crisp Chardonnay sitting on the balcony watching the summer sun set over the fields beyond. Or being able to go for a short walk into the meadows along the riverbank. And if I am fortunate to still have years ahead of me, this flat will still work even if my walking abilities are curtailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the block looks like -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TFfOrtVwfaI/AAAAAAAAAZg/k6MzkWPVydk/s1600/DSC00510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501092720156900770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TFfOrtVwfaI/AAAAAAAAAZg/k6MzkWPVydk/s200/DSC00510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that the property moving process is still fraught with uncertainties. I now rely on my buyer to stick with the process. So, with fingers crossed, I am excited and feeling really positive about the next phase of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-7199417546619634282?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/7199417546619634282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=7199417546619634282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7199417546619634282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7199417546619634282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/08/moving-home-maybe.html' title='Moving home (maybe)'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TFfOrtVwfaI/AAAAAAAAAZg/k6MzkWPVydk/s72-c/DSC00510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-6373445371018806271</id><published>2010-07-22T09:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-07-22T10:04:09.065Z</updated><title type='text'>Funeral</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I attended Brian's funeral.   A very sad occasion.   It also gave me the opportunity to give thanks for Brian's friendship and to celebrate his integrity, his goodness and his gentleness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course such sad occasions make me realise that many of the things that I think are problems for me are in reality fairly trivial things.  It made me realise my good fortune in having &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reasonable&lt;/span&gt; health, and has given me the impetus to ensure that I use that good fortune to be a kind and supportive person to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;service&lt;/span&gt; itself was very high church;  a full Catholic Mass in the Church of the Immaculate Conception in Farm Street, London.    Since that church meant a lot to Brian, it was entirely fitting that it should be there.  However for me the service was too far removed from its central purpose.  It was about a general &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;affirmation&lt;/span&gt; of faith from the congregation and little about the person whose passing we were marking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know that Brian was taken from us too soon and I hope that he Rests in Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-6373445371018806271?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/6373445371018806271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=6373445371018806271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6373445371018806271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6373445371018806271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/07/funeral.html' title='Funeral'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-3307857935718438000</id><published>2010-07-19T18:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-07-19T19:03:08.884Z</updated><title type='text'>Immobile</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago I played 4 competitive games of tennis in 4 days.  As a result of which, I hurt my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit sore, but no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Tuesday, the eve of my 5 day golfing visit to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wales&lt;/span&gt;, I was just walking to work when '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Owwww&lt;/span&gt;'.   A pain shot up my leg.    Now I have a severely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sprained&lt;/span&gt; foot and can hardly walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Wales had to be cancelled and I have spend 5 days immobile in the flat doing little but watching the British Open on TV.   And still my foot is sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to go to work today, but that was a mistake as the foot is more painful than ever this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all deeply frustrating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-3307857935718438000?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/3307857935718438000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=3307857935718438000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3307857935718438000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3307857935718438000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/07/immobile.html' title='Immobile'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-6600019210199687494</id><published>2010-07-12T12:09:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-07-12T17:46:43.654Z</updated><title type='text'>The Lottery of Life (2)</title><content type='html'>A few months ago, I blogged about the random nature of life and luck. I thought about this again this week. At the start of the week, an elderly relative died. In the middle of the week, a good friend, roughly my age, was found dead in his flat. And at the end of the week, another relative was killed by a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first death was of someone who was 89 and had been ill. So was not really a surprise nor could really be said to be a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the second person was my age, was someone I had worked with and had not been ill. He had been made redundant from the SouthBank Centre 5 years ago, as had I. Whereas I was lucky to get another job immediately, and had viewed my redundancy as an opportunity to get out of a job I was increasingly hating, he had difficulties getting suitable work and had grown increasingly bitter about the forced redundancy. I do not yet know the circumstances of his death, but it reminds me that, whenever I get a bit down, I am still very fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To compound the feeling that life is a lottery, the person who told me of that death, also someone of my age, revealed that he has recently been diagnosed with cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the third death was very ironic in its circumstances. A relative, living in the USA, who had recently retired after 50 years working in the Salvation Army. Someone who was deeply religious. He died when he was hit by a car - in the church car park! Just when he was looking forward to retirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the coin, over the weekend I was in Ipswich with a group of friends, again most of around my age, and some of whom have been able to retire early with no real worries about money. Someone I played tennis with last week, has a new expensive car and a huge house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the lesson of all of this? I suppose it is one of acceptance of the cards which life has dealt, keeping envy at bay when others seem to have been dealt a better hand, but awareness that still others were dealt much worse hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ths breeds a determination to make the best of the hand one has. I want to live the rest of my life as best I can, and as energetically as I can, being friendly and supportive to others, always wanting to learn and experience more of life, being able to give and receive love, planning for the future but not being constrained by the planning process. And trying to help those who need my help, whilst still forging out a unique path for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. That all sounds a bit serious, a bit restrictive, a bit analytical. Let's just get on with life and remember that life is for living and not for just existing; for being open to new experiences; for living 30,000 days and not living one day 30,000 times. Starting today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-6600019210199687494?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/6600019210199687494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=6600019210199687494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6600019210199687494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6600019210199687494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/07/lottery-of-life-2.html' title='The Lottery of Life (2)'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-6677195408649922243</id><published>2010-07-02T07:59:00.010Z</published><updated>2010-07-02T08:48:39.115Z</updated><title type='text'>Antwerp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489216762218749762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TC2dj-crH0I/AAAAAAAAAYY/c4Fhszj4uRw/s320/Antwerp+034.jpg" /&gt;I love Antwerp. It is a city of contrasts and variety. A city of art and culture. A city of diamonds and fashion. A city of bars and clubs. Hustle and bustle and lots to do - yet a quiet serenity on the shores of the river Schelde. And all takes place within a very walkable, manageable heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, for the third time in three years, we were in Antwerp, this time for the annual convention of the International Gay and Lesbian Travel Association (IGLTA). Andrew, through his company, &lt;a href="http://www.amroworldwide.com/"&gt;AMRO Worldwide&lt;/a&gt;, has been a member of IGLTA for 8 years. He is committed to working with IGLTA and to hopefully contributing to its success. I enjoyed the convention, though I do find the networking difficult. I not naturally gregarious and as both a Brit and someone who does not run a travel business, I felt that I was a bit of an outsider. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TC2gS4o0jLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/no1dvYUnHiw/s1600/Antwerp+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489219767136193714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TC2gS4o0jLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/no1dvYUnHiw/s200/Antwerp+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was good to see IGLTA having a convention in Europe. They do passionately believe that they should be an international organisation and not perceived as purely an American one. We hope we can help them in this aim. However they do make some unfortunate errors in this regard. They instituted a new series of awards at this convention, the IGLTA Honors. I do think they could have chosen a word that did not have a different spelling on each side of the pond. Using the American spelling will reinforce the perception that they are fundamentally an American organisation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless, I wish them well. AMRO remains a huge supported of IGLTA and will continue to work with them and will encourage travel businesses in Europe to join IGLTA..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another strange aspect of the weekend was that AMRO has a mascot, Amro Bear, with its own &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/profile.php?id=100000545697544"&gt;facebook page&lt;/a&gt;. So we had to take the bear to Antwerp to take some photos of it. And here they are. I did get some strange looks as I walked round Antwerp with a teddy bear taking photos of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TC2jXcJjeEI/AAAAAAAAAYw/daGMDW2NANg/s1600/Antwerp+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489223143923087426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TC2jXcJjeEI/AAAAAAAAAYw/daGMDW2NANg/s200/Antwerp+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TC2kxFT7RJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/eVOpvYrHmRs/s1600/Antwerp+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489224683980801170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TC2kxFT7RJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/eVOpvYrHmRs/s200/Antwerp+126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-6677195408649922243?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/6677195408649922243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=6677195408649922243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6677195408649922243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6677195408649922243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/07/antwerp.html' title='Antwerp'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TC2dj-crH0I/AAAAAAAAAYY/c4Fhszj4uRw/s72-c/Antwerp+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-1044436762081960971</id><published>2010-06-14T19:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:08:16.168Z</updated><title type='text'>The body in the garden (2)</title><content type='html'>This morning's Press and Journal carried the story of the body found at the bottom of my Dad's garden.   But without adding much.   Yes the body was found by the paper boy at 7.15 a.m. - about an hour before I arrived.   The body has still not been identified.   And the cause of death is being described as uncertain.   Not suspicious, but equally not, so far, as natural causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day, I found out rather more.  The deceased is Davy Leighton, a resident of the same sheltered housing complex in which my Dad lives.  Indeed I have passed Davy Leighton's room each evening on my way to the guest room.   As a further irony, I knew Davy Leighton from the time he was Secretary at Keith Golf Club.   And had spoken to him when I was up in Keith at Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word in Keith is that he had been knocked down by a car on Friday morning but refused medical treatment.   On Friday evening he went to the pub.   And that is the last that is known until his body was found on Saturday morning.  Presumably he collapsed on his way home on Friday evening.    I left my Dad's house at about 10.45 pm on Friday.   If I had been any later, I might have seen Davy Leighton returning home and might have been able to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all very sad.   And a real example of how tenuous life can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-1044436762081960971?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/1044436762081960971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=1044436762081960971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/1044436762081960971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/1044436762081960971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/06/body-in-garden-2.html' title='The body in the garden (2)'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-6876120873164576926</id><published>2010-06-12T18:55:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-06-12T19:44:14.064Z</updated><title type='text'>The body in the garden</title><content type='html'>I am up in Scotland visiting my Dad who lives in sheltered accommodation in Keith, here in the North East. I am staying in the guest room in the main block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, as usual, I left the main block to go to my Dad's cottage for breakfast. When I got there, it was cordoned off with tape and the place was swarming with police. Immediate concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was eventually allowed to go through the police cordon. My Dad is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a body (I assume) at the end of his garden covered with a sheet. Difficult to just have breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this is Keith - these things do not happen here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the morning went on, we found out that the paper boy, having delivered the morning paper to my Dad, stumbled, almost literally, upon a body at the bottom of the garden. The police were called. And now there is huge activity, a tarpaulin sheet blocking the path at the bottom of the garden and a group of police officers all stating that they are unable to tell us what has happened. But apparently we will be told in due course. All very strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now late afternoon, the body has been removed and the police have gone. We were not interviewed. Still no word about what has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I took my Dad to a concert in the main block for the residents. Part of the Keith Traditional Music Festival which is taking place this weekend. Strange to have this going on when someone has died just outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I guess we will find out what happened in the local press. Whatever it was, there was certainly a fatality and the deceased was presumably someone's friend, someone's relative. And someone is grieving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World Cup is going on, but I can't help thinking about the person who a few hours ago found themselves at the bottom of my Dad's garden and then died there. Of natural causes, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you are, Rest in Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-6876120873164576926?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/6876120873164576926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=6876120873164576926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6876120873164576926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6876120873164576926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/06/body-in-garden.html' title='The body in the garden'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-2592500350449730559</id><published>2010-05-31T12:03:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-06-01T07:40:50.181Z</updated><title type='text'>Woburn Safari Park</title><content type='html'>I have been in London for 30 years. Woburn Safari Park has been in existence for 40 years. So I have no idea why I suddenly suggested last week, that we head there for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was a fun day, though being bank holiday weekend it was all a bit too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few photos I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477407141935626002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TAOoxmlCtxI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/e61pUyw_2P0/s320/DSC00115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477406337031187810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TAOoCwE3rWI/AAAAAAAAAYI/CE_IxjQ1YG4/s320/DSC00130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477405766150486594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TAOnhhYTekI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5OfaQNxo49I/s320/DSC00125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477405042919225490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TAOm3bIiOJI/AAAAAAAAAX4/trvm8M130hQ/s320/DSC00070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-2592500350449730559?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/2592500350449730559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=2592500350449730559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/2592500350449730559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/2592500350449730559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/05/woburn-safari-park.html' title='Woburn Safari Park'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TAOoxmlCtxI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/e61pUyw_2P0/s72-c/DSC00115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-4111273425790539144</id><published>2010-05-23T20:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:26:38.008Z</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Malaga</title><content type='html'>I have returned from our short visit to Malaga, which was very enjoyable. The weather was great - sunny but not too hot. We went to the beach on four occasions. We also went to the Vino Mio a couple of times, one of them on my birthday. Food was great as always. On Friday we took the train through to Fuengirola to see 'Putting on the Glitz' at the Salon Varietes. It was fabulous. Hugely talented performers and crew. The choreography was not easy but they mastered it perfectly. Very impressive for an all-amateur theatre group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tested out the new camera which Andrew gave me for my birthday. I had managed to drop my previous camera once too often. The new camera, A Sony DSC-TX5 is dustproof, shockproof, freezeproof and waterproof to a depth of 10 feet. The sea at the Malagueta beach is not clear enough for underwater shots, but this is one I took from in the sea looking towards the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S_mVbOwd6KI/AAAAAAAAAXw/v3SodYQfJ1Y/s1600/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474571117095938210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S_mVbOwd6KI/AAAAAAAAAXw/v3SodYQfJ1Y/s320/DSC00044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-4111273425790539144?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/4111273425790539144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=4111273425790539144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/4111273425790539144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/4111273425790539144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/05/visit-to-malaga.html' title='Visit to Malaga'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S_mVbOwd6KI/AAAAAAAAAXw/v3SodYQfJ1Y/s72-c/DSC00044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-5177729876452670598</id><published>2010-05-16T18:56:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:33:41.825Z</updated><title type='text'>Riding the Mawddach Trail</title><content type='html'>The week before last, we had a few days in mid-Wales, near Machynnleth. Andrew decided we should take our bicycles, even though neither of us has cycled for many years. I am glad we did. We decided to cycle the Mawddach Trail down an old railway line to Barmouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about old railway lines is that there is no real uphill. It was a sunny day if a bit chilly and windy. Anyway here is what I captured on my flip video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tfsVH_zGPG0&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tfsVH_zGPG0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-5177729876452670598?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/5177729876452670598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=5177729876452670598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5177729876452670598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5177729876452670598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/05/riding-mawddach-trail.html' title='Riding the Mawddach Trail'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-3483993663386041918</id><published>2010-05-15T08:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-05-15T08:53:00.453Z</updated><title type='text'>General Election (6)</title><content type='html'>It was Harold Wilson who said 'A week is a long time in politics'.     The events of the past 7 days have shown the truth of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was I, a week ago, disappointed with the election result and blogging that Nick Clegg had an impossible choice.    Ideologically I would have preferred a deal with the Labour party, but I realised that the political arithmetic simply did not add up.  So a deal with the Tories became almost inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never voted Tory in my life.  So a LibDem / Tory alliance was a difficult concept for me to accept.  But I have been impressed with David Cameron over the past week.  And of course impressed with Nick Clegg.   The deal is a good one.  Importantly, I think it is a deal that could last a full parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And interestingly it is not so much the Labour party that is marginalised, but in fact the Tory right wing.    We get the best of the Tories (and there is some of that) and the best of the LibDems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applaud the courage of both Nick Clegg and David Cameron.   And I look forward to a fascinating political situation, not least in the House of Commons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-3483993663386041918?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/3483993663386041918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=3483993663386041918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3483993663386041918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3483993663386041918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/05/general-election-6.html' title='General Election (6)'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-9192802231577721819</id><published>2010-05-08T10:58:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-05-08T11:20:20.184Z</updated><title type='text'>General Election (5)</title><content type='html'>Well the voting is over and the result is in. Or perhaps not quite in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feeling? My over-riding feeling is one of great disappointment. What happened to all the voters who, according to the polls, were going to vote Lib Dem? I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;suspec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;t that&lt;/span&gt; the younger voters, who were more likely to vote Lib Dem, simply did not bother to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a bit like I do being a supporter of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; Scotland football team. Lots of hope and expectation - always dashed at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course the election is not over. We do not know who will be Prime Minister. And despite the disappointing result, Nick &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Clegg&lt;/span&gt; has a vital, yet hugely difficult decision to make. Coalition with the Tories? Which would prop up a party with which the Lib &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dems&lt;/span&gt; have huge policy disagreements. A informal agreement with the Tories? Which is a bit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wishy&lt;/span&gt;-washy. A coalition with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Labour&lt;/span&gt;. Which would prop up a defeated party. Frankly, all of those have huge risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my view, the opportunity given to Nick &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Clegg&lt;/span&gt; to press for voting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reform&lt;/span&gt; is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. And he must make this a precondition of any pact. The whole country would gain if voting reform comes about. But promises on this must be cast-iron ones. If &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Clegg&lt;/span&gt; can deliver voting reform, he will make the political process meaningful again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he has the courage to walk away from any Tory offer that does not contain voting reform - real reform not just a Constitutional Commission on the issue - he will face concerted approbation from the right-wing media. He needs to recognise that and ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wish Nick &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Clegg&lt;/span&gt; strength and courage over the next few days. The stakes are high. A Tory government with the power to decide the date of the next election, would almost certainly win a full majority on the first-past-the-post system. Let us do our best now to ensure that will not happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to continue to be able to wear the T-shirt saying 'I agree with Nick'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-9192802231577721819?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/9192802231577721819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=9192802231577721819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/9192802231577721819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/9192802231577721819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/05/general-election-5.html' title='General Election (5)'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-5416737555828569287</id><published>2010-05-05T07:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-05-05T07:47:14.696Z</updated><title type='text'>General Election (4)</title><content type='html'>I had a postal vote.   And I voted for the Lib Dems in both the national and local election.   Nothing has happened since I voted to make me doubtful about that vote.  It was a positive vote made for positive reasons.    The Lib Dems have a realistic plan for economic recovery, a strong team, a good leader and, above all, a vision for social justice which is stronger than that of the other two parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am worried.   The latest polls are suggesting that the Tories might get an overall majority.  And the Lib Dem vote is slipping. marginally but perceptively.    I say to the British people, please do not be fooled by Cameron's false rhetoric.   Please do not allow Chris Grayling, Liam Fox, Theresa May et al to taste government again.   Please keep the momentum going for a fairer society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A country should be judged by its treatment of its minorities.   If the Tories win, then Britain will be a less comfortable country to live in for single parents, migrant workers, gays and lesbians and the very poor.    Don't let that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always liked watching election night on the television.    I shall be glued to the television on Thursday night and into the early hours on Friday.   But I am apprehensive about whether I shall enjoy the result.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-5416737555828569287?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/5416737555828569287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=5416737555828569287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5416737555828569287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5416737555828569287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/05/general-election-4.html' title='General Election (4)'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-1406537206716318134</id><published>2010-04-27T16:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:35:13.719Z</updated><title type='text'>General Election (3)</title><content type='html'>Well, not long to go and still it is all a bit interesting. I am confirmed in my decision to vote Lib Dem. But I still worry that the Tories could gain an overall majority. Which they absolutely do not deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Various factors recently have made me even more appalled by the thought of a Tory government. Cameron's failure to discipline Christopher Grayling was the first factor. Then there was the Tory press' co-ordinated attack on Nick Clegg, organised by George Osborne, and pathetically dragging up articles and items from years ago, none of them of any substance anyway. Now a Tory candidate has argued for the re-introduction of section 28. And above all the Tories have waged a dishonest and inconsistent campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Nick Clegg, I remain impressed. I would have preferred however that he had had the courage to insist that he was aiming to form a majority government, instead of getting embroiled in debate about who he would support in the event of a hung parliament. But the policies are sound, the campaign is impressive and the Lib Dems deserve to play a leading role in government post-election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help keeping my fingers crossed, though. Please don't let the British people be egged on by the Murdoch press and taken in by Tory mock-reasonableness. The Tories are still nasty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-1406537206716318134?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/1406537206716318134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=1406537206716318134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/1406537206716318134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/1406537206716318134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/04/general-election-3.html' title='General Election (3)'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-7137064542480011408</id><published>2010-04-18T20:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:40:45.942Z</updated><title type='text'>General Election (2)</title><content type='html'>No sooner do I post a blog suggesting that I might vote Lib Dem, and suddenly they make a massive jump in the polls.   I didn't know I had so much influence!    Okay I agree there was the small matter of a debate on Thursday, which may also have played a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all got a bit interesting, hasn't it.  I didn't think Nick Clegg was all that impressive on Thursday.  It's just that Cameron and Brown were so dire, that he ended up being head and shoulders above them in both style and substance.  And now we appear to be truly into three-party politics.   And I welcome that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do think that the bounce in the polls says something about the electorate.  Something not very complimentary.   It comes from the fact that many people had not heard of Nick Clegg.  Now I know he has struggled to get air time.   But not heard of him?   Doesn't that suggest that many of the electorate were simply ignorant.   And that elections are won and lost by people who really do not know the issues or the people involved.   A good reason for never moving to compulsory voting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I wait to see what happens in the next two debates.   I hope that the Tory foreign policy comes under fire in the next debate.    Their linkage to East European far-right parties in the European Parliament is a disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Christmas my football team, Inverness Caledonian Thistle were 14 points behind the leaders.  Now they are 9 points ahead.  And something similar is happening with the Lib Dems.   Let's hope both can build upon their recent results and not let things slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Nick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-7137064542480011408?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/7137064542480011408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=7137064542480011408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7137064542480011408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7137064542480011408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/04/general-election-2.html' title='General Election (2)'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-720950983275839023</id><published>2010-04-15T07:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-04-15T07:56:05.847Z</updated><title type='text'>General Election (1)</title><content type='html'>Well, it's all a bit of a bore isn't it?    David Hare got it right when he said this week that there is no longer any poetry in politics.   Where is the oratory?   Where are the big ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where am I in my voting intentions?   I have voted Labour at every election since 1987.   But I fear I cannot do so this time.   Gordon Brown is not the person to lead the country.   'We will do whatever it takes'.   What the F*** does that mean exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I though I could vote Tory.   But I simply could not vote for a party that might give us George Osborne as Chancellor and certainly not for a party that gave us that ridiculous homophobe Christopher Grayling as Home Secretary.   In any case, their manifesto is a silly document and the shadow cabinet are all rather unimpressive people.  Please save me from Liam Fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is likely that I will vote Lib Dem.   So far they have just about done enough to make that a positive vote rather than a 'lesser of all evils' vote.   Nick Clegg is the most impressive party leader.   Vince Cable has proved to be right on the economy and the banks.   And their social policies give me a vision of a Britain that would be a better place to live than either of the two other main parties are suggesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are three weeks to go and three leaders' debates.   Let's hope things get more interesting after such a dull start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-720950983275839023?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/720950983275839023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=720950983275839023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/720950983275839023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/720950983275839023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/04/general-election-1.html' title='General Election (1)'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-5105756345518490428</id><published>2010-04-08T07:28:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-04-08T07:39:59.855Z</updated><title type='text'>6 days in a car</title><content type='html'>Certainly that's what it felt like. We had decided to drive to the North of Scotland over Easter to see my Dad in Banffshire and some of Andrew's relatives in Perthshire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took 2 days for the journey north, stopping in Morecambe en route in order to see, and stay at, the refurbished art-deco Midland Hotel. All very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then drove my Dad around to Findhorn and Lossiemouth on Saturday and over to Deeside on Sunday. Again, very pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we took 2 days for the journey south, having lunch with Andrew's relatives in Dunkeld and staying overnight near Carlisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all fine and of course it was good to see the various relatives who, sadly, are getting older and are less able to keep control over their lives. And paying my respects to my Mum, my grandparents and other family members in the graveyard at Crathie was, as always, a spiritual expecience. But it was a long time to spend in a car when I have so many things I could be doing in my flat in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, whilst driving along the M6 is absolutely no fun, the road over to Crathie and Deeside is beautiful. Here is a picture I took as we descended into Deeside. The mountain in the background is Lochnagar which, of course, we had climbed last July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S72HXRMBiVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/pr-2xRkNC0U/s1600/RIMG0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457667157263485266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S72HXRMBiVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/pr-2xRkNC0U/s320/RIMG0152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-5105756345518490428?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/5105756345518490428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=5105756345518490428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5105756345518490428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5105756345518490428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/04/6-days-in-car.html' title='6 days in a car'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S72HXRMBiVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/pr-2xRkNC0U/s72-c/RIMG0152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-2423861086389785386</id><published>2010-03-31T12:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:56:24.459Z</updated><title type='text'>Heading for Scotland</title><content type='html'>At Christmas, we drove up to visit my Dad in Keith in the North of Scotland from here in the London area. The temperature was well below freezing and there was a lot of snow. Some of the driving was difficult.   Very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February, I flew to Aberdeen again for a weekend with my Dad. The return flight was cancelled because of snow at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Luton&lt;/span&gt; and I had to take a long overnight train journey instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; we again head up to Scotland by car. It is Easter. Summer time has arrived. Tomorrow is the first of April. What can go wrong? Well, once again the weather! Last night over 12 inches of snow fell in Keith. Even more in the Central Highlands. We are due to drive up on the A68, A9, A95 &amp;amp; A96. This morning, all four roads are blocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to cross our fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-2423861086389785386?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/2423861086389785386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=2423861086389785386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/2423861086389785386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/2423861086389785386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/03/heading-for-scotland.html' title='Heading for Scotland'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-5792649746059336929</id><published>2010-03-15T20:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:53:01.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Melancholy in Malaga</title><content type='html'>We are spending 6 days in our small flat in the centre of Malaga.   We were here for a couple of days at New Year, but otherwise have not been here since October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is great to have a base over here.   Although our flat is tiny, it is located right in the centre of town, an area I love.   We also have a supply of clothes over here as well as toiletries and a reasonable supply of food in the kitchen.   So we can travel very light and just take up here where we left off a few months ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always intend to do more than I do.   But somehow I just relax into life in Malaga - beers in the bars at lunchtime, trips to the beach, shopping in the Calle Larios and just generally strolling around.  I have grown to love the city of Malaga.   On Saturday evening we went to a concert in the Teatro Cervantes which is a couple of hundred yards from our flat.   This time it was the Malaga Philharmonic Orchestra who are seriously good.    The programme included Saint Saens, Vaughan Williams and Tchaikovsky.   On Sunday we had a meal at the Vino Mio, our favourite restaurant.  Sunday was flamenco night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been dry but rather cloudy and cool.   Which is a pity.  I could do with some sun.   But I have been to the beach each day and have caught up with some reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes there are a thousand and one things I should be doing back in the UK.   But I do enjoy being over here.   And I shall be sorry to have to head back to the UK on Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-5792649746059336929?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/5792649746059336929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=5792649746059336929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5792649746059336929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5792649746059336929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/03/melancholy-in-malaga.html' title='Melancholy in Malaga'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-7775292816965021693</id><published>2010-03-02T11:45:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:34:20.039Z</updated><title type='text'>The Lottery of Life</title><content type='html'>I don't really believe in fate. And I do believe that you get back from life what you put into it. As ye sow, so shall ye reap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the randomness of life is the factor which I find increasingly difficult to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father is 93 and is finding it difficult to motivate himself each day to what is now, because of his frailty, a mere existence. Today I am bemoaning the fact that I have a cough and a cold and don't have the energy to do the things that need doing. Are we being selfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people in Chile or in Haiti whose whole world was destroyed in a few seconds. One of my tennis partners died suddenly last December. My Cousin lost his wife to cancer just last week. The carer who looks after my Dad's sheltered housing complex buried her mother last week; and had had to return to working with people who are 30-40 years older than her mother was when she died. Stephen Gately died last year. A few weeks ago, Alexander McQueen took his own life, aged 40. Today I read that &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/8544993.stm"&gt;Kristian Digby&lt;/a&gt; was found dead aged 32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I worry about work, about my pension about my future. I worry about whether my relationship will still be in place many years down the line rather than whether we are going to have a good time together this evening. I worry about tomorrow rather than today. Even though I do not know if there will be a tomorrow. It isn't logical. Guilt and worry - the useless emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's return to Buddha. 'As you walk, and eat and travel - be where you are. Otherwise you may miss most of your life'. I am at home with a bad cold, a sore throat and a cough. Not pleasant, but not something I can change. So I must just be here, accept that I am here, and take life from here. And live it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-7775292816965021693?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/7775292816965021693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=7775292816965021693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7775292816965021693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7775292816965021693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/03/lottery-of-life.html' title='The Lottery of Life'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-154375647706092815</id><published>2010-02-21T20:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:42:02.950Z</updated><title type='text'>Family responsibilities</title><content type='html'>I am up in Scotland for the weekend to visit my Dad who is 93 and in sheltered housing. The fact that he lives 600 miles away means that I do not visit as often as he would like. Possibly not as often as I should, though I don't do too badly. My sister lives in Devon, and she also visits when she can. But he is on his own, at least as far as family is concerned, for most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyesight, hearing and mobility are, inevitably, declining. So his world is shrinking. And he is not dealing with that very well. And, to put it mildly, he makes his disquiet very clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some time, he has been going to Aberdeen on a monthly basis for an injection of Lucentis which stabilises the wet macular degeneration which is affecting his eyes. These involve a journey of 60 miles each way. And after 14 of these injections, there is still leakage. So the eye clinic gave him a dose of cold laser treatment last week. Unfortunately this has led to an immediate and severe deterioration in his eyesight. I read on the internet that this can happen in 5% of cases. Nonetheless it is disappointing and for him it is even more worrying. So it has been a difficult weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, the weather has been amazing. There is about 4 inches of snow, there was not a cloud in the sky and not a breath of wind. Quite magical. Yesterday we went to Craigellachie and Dufftown, stopping off at Telford's bridge over the Spey in Craigellachie. Somewhere I used to walk to with my grandparents who lived in Craigellachie in the 1960s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Portsoy, Cullen and Spey Bay on the North East coast. We had lunch at the Cullen Bay Hotel, where I did a summer job in 1969. I took the flip video, and here is the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9HR88DgXGtA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9HR88DgXGtA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-154375647706092815?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/154375647706092815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=154375647706092815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/154375647706092815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/154375647706092815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/02/family-responsibilities.html' title='Family responsibilities'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-7327298998906819962</id><published>2010-02-10T15:19:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-11T08:50:09.680Z</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>I have not been present in person at many inspirational speeches. At conferences I attend, the introduction is factual at best and tedious at worst. I guess the one speech I do remember was when I was in the Hordern Pavilion in Sydney on 2 November 2002 along with about 15,000 other participants for the opening ceremony of the 2002 Gay Games (I played in the golf competition and sadly came 4th, missing a medal on countback).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the speakers was Judge Michael Kirby. I had never heard of him, but found out later that he was an Australian High Court Judge who had risen to that position despite his sexuality and had never hidden that sexuality. He had had to overcome many obstacles en route including attempted blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that evening in Sydney, he gave an inspirational speech. I can no longer remember the details, but I still remember the emotional impact it had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was browsing the internet, and I cam across that speech. It remains inspirational. As such, it is worth repeating below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GAY GAMES VI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPENING CEREMONY SYDNEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY 2 NOVEMBER 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COURAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Hon Justice Michael Kirby AC CMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under different stars, at the beginning of a new millennium, in an old land and a young nation, we join together in the hope and conviction that the future will be kinder and more just than the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a time when there is so much fear and danger, anger and destruction, this event represents an alternative vision struggling for the soul of humanity. Acceptance. Diversity. Inclusiveness. Participation. Tolerance and joy. Ours is the world of love, questing to find the common links that bind all people. We are here because, whatever our sexuality, we believe that the days of exclusion are numbered. In our world, everyone can find their place, where their human rights and human dignity will be upheld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great night for Australia because we are a nation in the process of reinventing ourselves. We began our modern history by denying the existence of our indigenous peoples and their rights. We embraced White Australia. Women could play little part in public life: their place was in the kitchen. And as for gays, lesbians and other sexual minorities, they were an abomination. Lock them up. Throw away the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have not corrected all these wrongs. But we are surely on the road to enlightenment. There will be no U-turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did my partner Johan and I think, thirty years ago, as we danced the night away at the Purple Onion, less than a mile from this place, that we would be at the opening of a Gay Games with the Queen's Representative and all of you to bear witness to such a social revolution. Never did we think we would be dancing together in a football stadium. And with the Governor. And that the Governor would be a woman! True, we rubbed shoulders on the dance floor with Knights of the Realm, such as Sir Robert Helpmann and with a future Premier, such as Don Dunstan. But if an angel had tapped us on our youthful shoulders and told us of tonight we would have said "Impossible". Well, nothing is impossible to the human spirit. Scientific truth always ultimately prevails. So here we are tonight, men and women, indigenous and newcomers, black and white, Australians and visitors, religious and atheist, young and not so young, straight and gay - together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is put best by Corey Czok, an Australian basketballer in these Games:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's good to be able to throw out the stereotypes - we're not all sissies, we don't all look the same and we're not all pretty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His last comment may be disputed. Real beauty lies in the fact that we are united not in the negatives of hate and exclusion, so common today, but in the positives of love and inclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The changes over thirty years would not have happened if it had not been for people of courage who rejected the common ignorance about sexuality. Who taught that variations are a normal and universal aspect of the human species. That they are not going away. That they are no big deal. And that, between consenting adults, we all just have to get used to it and get on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people of courage certainly include Oscar Wilde. His suffering, his interpretation of it and the ordeal of many others have bought the changes for us. I would include Alfred Kinsey. In the midst of the McCarthyist era in the United States he, and those who followed him, dared to investigate the real facts about human sexual diversity. In Australia, I would also include, as heroes, politicians of every major party, most of them heterosexual. Over thirty years, they have dismantled many of the unequal laws. But the first of them was Don Dunstan. He proved, once again, the astonishing fact that good things sometimes occur when the dancing stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also add Rodney Croome and Nick Toonen. They took Australia to the United Nations to get rid of the last criminal laws against gay men in Tasmania. Now the decision in their case stands for the whole world. I would include Neal Blewett who led Australia's first battles against AIDS. Robyn Archer, Kerryn Phelps, Ian Roberts and many, many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is not just an Australian story. In every land a previously frightened and oppressed minority is awakening from a long sleep to assert its human dignity. We should honour those who looked into themselves and spoke the truth. Now they are legion. It is the truth that makes us free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;§ I think of Tom Waddell, the inspired founder of the Gay Games. His last words in this life were: "This should be interesting". Look around. What an under-statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;§ I think of Greg Louganis, twice Olympic gold medallist, who came out as gay and HIV positive and said that it was the Gay Games that emboldened him to tell it as it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;§ I think of Mark Bingham, a rowdy Rugby player. He would have been with us tonight. But he lost his life in one of the planes downed on 11 September 2001, struggling to save the lives of others. He was a real hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;§ Je pense à Bertrand Delanoé, le maire ouvertement gay de Paris, poignardé à l'Hôtel de Ville au course de la Nuit Blanche. Il a fait preuve d'un très grand courage - et il est un homme exceptionnel. When the gay Mayor of Paris was stabbed by a homophobe he commanded the party, at which it happened, to "Dance Till Dawn". Do that in his honour tonight. And in honour of the Cairo 52; the Sister movement in Namibia; Al Fatiha - the organisation for Gay Moslems and many others struggling for their human rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;§ And I think of all of you who come together on this magical night to affirm the fundamental unity of all human beings. To reject ignorance, hatred and error. And to embrace love, which is the ultimate foundation of all human rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the word go out from Sydney and the Gay Games of 2002 that the movement for equality is unstoppable. Its message will eventually reach the four corners of the world. These Games will be another catalyst to help make that happen. Be sure that, in the end, inclusion will replace exclusion. For the sake of the planet and of humanity it must be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amusez-vous bien. Et par l'exemple de nos vies défendons les droits de l'humanité pour tous. Non seulement pour les gays. Pour tout le monde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy yourselves. And by our lives let us be an example of respect for human rights. Not just for gays. For everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-7327298998906819962?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/7327298998906819962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=7327298998906819962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7327298998906819962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/7327298998906819962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/02/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-1400053482560730681</id><published>2010-02-07T21:09:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:38:39.789Z</updated><title type='text'>Gran Canaria</title><content type='html'>The weather remained dull and cloudy at best with some torrential rain at times as well. Which was disappointing. But it was sunny for much of our final day, so I did get some time by the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Andrew made some very good contacts, and renewed old ones, on behalf of Amro Worldwide. He also did very well on behalf of IGLTA at a &lt;a href="http://amroholidays.blogspot.com/2010/02/iglta-and-gran-canaria.html"&gt;talk that he gave&lt;/a&gt;, along with Carlos from IGLTA and Dario from Gran Canaria Tourism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoyed our meeting with Tim from &lt;a href="http://www.gaytravellersnetwork.com/"&gt;Gay Travellers Network&lt;/a&gt;. Interesting guy and interesting website. I hope it thrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was an enjoyable few days. Gran Canaria did grow on me.  It has a lot to offer the tourist, especially if they explore the island and don't just stay in resort.    I am sure we'll be back before the year is out. As ever, here are a couple of photographs that I took.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S28t1iPtrNI/AAAAAAAAAXY/5BkAgJuxxpw/s1600-h/GC+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435613673008508114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S28t1iPtrNI/AAAAAAAAAXY/5BkAgJuxxpw/s320/GC+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S28unnqdlQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Y0YDikgnJhg/s1600-h/GC+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435614533456336130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S28unnqdlQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Y0YDikgnJhg/s320/GC+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-1400053482560730681?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/1400053482560730681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=1400053482560730681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/1400053482560730681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/1400053482560730681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/02/gran-canaria_07.html' title='Gran Canaria'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S28t1iPtrNI/AAAAAAAAAXY/5BkAgJuxxpw/s72-c/GC+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-389513691718001063</id><published>2010-02-01T23:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:27:40.946Z</updated><title type='text'>Gran Canaria</title><content type='html'>I am over here for 5 days partly on holiday and partly helping Andrew in dealing with apartment and hotel owners to ensure that Amro Worldwide´s product is the best it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is dreadful. Wet and windy. And suddenly I realise that Gran Canaria has its limitations. There is little to do when the weather is not good. It´s been a long day without much of interest. And tomorrow promises more of the same. Now I know why I prefer mainland Spain. At least there they have trains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-389513691718001063?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/389513691718001063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=389513691718001063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/389513691718001063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/389513691718001063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/02/gran-canaria.html' title='Gran Canaria'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-110789011995744875</id><published>2010-01-23T10:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:52:24.403Z</updated><title type='text'>Great Theatre</title><content type='html'>My previous post, when in effect familiarity bred, well not exactly contempt but certainly a touch of boredom, got me thinking about the best theatrical productions I had ever experienced. In almost all cases they arose from the fact that my expectations were not particularly high and then I was just overwhelmed by how good the production or performances were. And again almost all of them had a high emotional content. So what were they? Well here are a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow Was War&lt;/strong&gt;. This was entirely in Russian, performed at the National Theatre by the Mayakovsky Theatre Company of St Petersburg. We were given headphones and Vanessa Redgrave gave a simultaneous translation in English. After a while I did not need the translation. I was just deeply drawn into the story. Basically the play was about the last year at school in 1938 of a class in St Petersburg. Their carefree final year at school. And for many of them, their final year of life. As soon as they left school they were conscripted into the Russian army. Many died. And the overwhelming emotion was of the hideous waste of lived unfulfilled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Island's Mine.&lt;/strong&gt; This was performed by Gay Sweatshop at the Drill Hall. I remember standing outside the theatre wondering if I would have the courage to even go in. I am not sure what I was expecting. What I got was a wonderful play, honestly performed and which had a huge resonance on my closeted life at that time. Many years later I got the chance to perform scenes from that play at a theatre workshop. And I still have a copy of the play. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La Cage Aux Folles.&lt;/strong&gt; This was performed at the Wimbledon Theatre by the LT players, an amateur group made up from employees of London Transport. I had invited a large group of friends and was nervous that they might not enjoy it. It was just such fun. Not without important and serious themes, but done with such style and such enthusiasm. I laughed, occasionally cried, and have loved the show ever since.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Grapes of Wrath.&lt;/strong&gt; Again at the National Theatre, performed by the Steppenwolf Company from Chicago. Not exactly an enjoyable evening, but certainly a raw and emotional one. A depressing tale brought to life by an great cast and an innovating staging.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Follies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I saw this at the matinee performance on the final day of its run in London's west end. I don't remember much about the production but I remember one performance. Eartha Kitt had been brought in late in the run. She has a minor part, but she had a great song - I'm Still Here. Her performance of that song was electrifying, and she got a standing ovation of at least 10 minutes right in the middle of the production. Julie McKenzie was on stage ready to deliver the next line and had to hang around on stage, not looking very happy, until the ovation for Eartha Kitt died down. And now sadly Eartha is no longer with us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been forunate to have seem many other great productions - Bent, Beautiful Thing, Tectonic Plates, CarMan come to mind. We have bought tickets for the Cheek By Jowl performance of Macbeth in March. Let's hope I might be able to add that to the list of great theatre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-110789011995744875?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/110789011995744875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=110789011995744875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/110789011995744875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/110789011995744875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-theatre.html' title='Great Theatre'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-5932834103330034666</id><published>2010-01-18T12:47:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:06:01.107Z</updated><title type='text'>Dying Swan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S1Rb5_vIaoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Cq5rk8YM-0E/s1600-h/swanlake460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428064502808078978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S1Rb5_vIaoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Cq5rk8YM-0E/s320/swanlake460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well perhaps not dying, but for me Swan Lake has lost its vitality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am talking about the Matthew Bourne production - the so-called all-male Swan Lake. We went to yesterday's Sunday matinee performance.   This is, I think, the fifth time I have seen this production, so I am a fan.  Of course nothing can compare to the first performance I saw. In those days, Adventures in Motion Pictures were a small unsung group of dancers. I had seen them perform in front of about 100 people at the Baylis Thetre doing La Sylphide set in a Glasgow tenement. But of course Swan Lake was a revelation. I remember, on that first occasion, standing up to applaud as soon as the final curtain fell, possibly the first time I had ever given a show a standing ovation without waiting to see if others were doing the same. Yesterday I stayed in my seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suspect that in fact it was not the production that was at fault. It was the audience. For that first performance, the bulk of the audience were gay men looking for a bit of a frisson and then being blown away by the quality of the performance. Yesterday's matinee audience were mainly elderly women in groups, probably also looking for a frisson but then giggling like schoolgirls each time a male swan appeared. That, and familiarity, meant that I was never going to be able to repeat the sheer excitement I felt the first time I saw this production.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That said, the dancing was impeccable, the music is of course fantastic and there was a real power at the end when the prince and the swan meet their end.  I am glad we went.  And I am sure that anyone seeing this for the first time, would absolutely love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards we used our Toptable points to claim a free meal at Thai Thai in Old Street. The meal was excellent. Despite my comments above, it had been a good day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-5932834103330034666?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/5932834103330034666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=5932834103330034666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5932834103330034666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5932834103330034666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/01/dying-swan.html' title='Dying Swan'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S1Rb5_vIaoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Cq5rk8YM-0E/s72-c/swanlake460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-96982903866098456</id><published>2010-01-16T10:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-16T10:13:58.497Z</updated><title type='text'>Hibernation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often think that I was meant to hibernate for a couple of months in the winter. Certainly over the past couple of weeks I have been busy at work but done very little in the evenings or at weekends. But now the snow has gone, perhaps I can get back to golf or tennis and start to get out a bit more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we head to Sadlers Wells to see the Matthew Bourne Swan Lake. This will, I think, be the fifth time I have seen it. And afterwards we are taking advantage of my Toptable points to get a free meal at Thai Thai in Old Street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, though, it is raining, so I have not yet left the flat. Perhaps I need a couple of photos from our recent trip to Malaga to cheer me up. As you can see, I experimented over New Year by not shaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S1GRBeaYDGI/AAAAAAAAAXI/NUfHL9L_BUU/s1600-h/Keith+%26+Spain+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427278480487746658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S1GRBeaYDGI/AAAAAAAAAXI/NUfHL9L_BUU/s320/Keith+%26+Spain+085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S1GQxwUkgCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/-m5CYA-Ev14/s1600-h/Keith+%26+Spain+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427278210417328162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S1GQxwUkgCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/-m5CYA-Ev14/s320/Keith+%26+Spain+081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-96982903866098456?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/96982903866098456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=96982903866098456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/96982903866098456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/96982903866098456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/01/hibernation.html' title='Hibernation'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S1GRBeaYDGI/AAAAAAAAAXI/NUfHL9L_BUU/s72-c/Keith+%26+Spain+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-3033112450965340936</id><published>2010-01-11T22:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:57:40.662Z</updated><title type='text'>Dozy</title><content type='html'>I didn't sleep well last night.   And I've had a busy day.   So I am now feeling very tired.   I don't want to write the blog.  I just want to go to sl........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-3033112450965340936?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/3033112450965340936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=3033112450965340936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3033112450965340936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3033112450965340936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/01/dozy.html' title='Dozy'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-8408103342017577509</id><published>2010-01-09T09:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-09T09:48:36.332Z</updated><title type='text'>Be Where You Are</title><content type='html'>It was all going to be so different this year. There I was with a day off on Thursday and a list of things to do. Did I do them? Well, not exactly. I got up later than usual, spent too long on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;, read some magazines, spent more time on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;, went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sainsburys&lt;/span&gt;, spent more time on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;, watched TV, went to bed. In other words I frittered the time away. Fritter, fritter, fritter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in between times, I checked and responded to work emails.   So much for dirfferentiating work, rest and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is a double whammy. Not only did I waste time, but now I am wasting time getting upset that I wasted time. But none of that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alters &lt;/span&gt;the fact that I am where I am. Or as Buddha put it &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'As you walk and eat and travel, be where you are. Otherwise you may lose most of your life.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will put Thursday behind me. Well I have no choice, I can hardly put it in front of me! Now I will head out and get on with today. The first day of the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-8408103342017577509?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/8408103342017577509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=8408103342017577509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/8408103342017577509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/8408103342017577509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/01/be-where-you-are.html' title='Be Where You Are'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-3121142823704418567</id><published>2010-01-07T09:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-07T09:29:18.707Z</updated><title type='text'>Benview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My mother was very ill in the first 6 months immediately after I was born. She had to spend most of that time in hospital in Inverness and I was looked after primarily by my grandparents who lived in a house called 'Benview' in Craigellachie 60 miles away (there was a lovely view of Ben Rinnes from the house). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They lived in that house throughout my childhood, and although I do not really remember my first 6 months of life there, I do remember with affection the numerous weekends we spent at Benview with my grandparents throughout my early childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our drive south on Boxing Day we went through Craigellachie. We discovered that Benview is for sale. If only I could afford it. It would be great to be able to own my grandparents house and to use it as a holiday cottage for visits to the highlands of Scotland. I cannot do that, but it is a nice dream. Here is a picture of Benview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S0WpO3jS7LI/AAAAAAAAAWw/l5gerfh53Oo/s1600-h/Keith+%26+Spain+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423927399132884146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S0WpO3jS7LI/AAAAAAAAAWw/l5gerfh53Oo/s320/Keith+%26+Spain+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-3121142823704418567?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/3121142823704418567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=3121142823704418567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3121142823704418567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/3121142823704418567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/01/benview.html' title='Benview'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S0WpO3jS7LI/AAAAAAAAAWw/l5gerfh53Oo/s72-c/Keith+%26+Spain+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-6329213313230919368</id><published>2010-01-07T09:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-07T09:21:02.621Z</updated><title type='text'>More photos in the snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple more pictures which I took on our drive through Scotland on Boxing Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S0Wm4gfiqZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Sr3KzTjzDH4/s1600-h/Keith+%26+Spain+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423924815962745234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S0Wm4gfiqZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Sr3KzTjzDH4/s320/Keith+%26+Spain+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S0WnSQuW_WI/AAAAAAAAAWo/mLZB10CLImQ/s1600-h/Keith+%26+Spain+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423925258406526306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S0WnSQuW_WI/AAAAAAAAAWo/mLZB10CLImQ/s320/Keith+%26+Spain+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-6329213313230919368?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/6329213313230919368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=6329213313230919368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6329213313230919368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6329213313230919368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-photos-in-snow.html' title='More photos in the snow'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S0Wm4gfiqZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Sr3KzTjzDH4/s72-c/Keith+%26+Spain+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-4655280833735690050</id><published>2010-01-06T12:53:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:01:41.780Z</updated><title type='text'>Driving in the snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our drive back from Scotland at Christmas was not too bad. Some snow through Grantown and down A9 from Aviemore. This allowed me to take some interesting photos which I can now upload -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S0SIvLKOsOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/9K-GzCiPQAQ/s1600-h/Grantown+in+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423610195291844834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S0SIvLKOsOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/9K-GzCiPQAQ/s320/Grantown+in+snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S0SIZiioG2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/E5vxYuRkxdY/s1600-h/Grantown+in+snow+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423609823611067234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S0SIZiioG2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/E5vxYuRkxdY/s320/Grantown+in+snow+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S0SJNhDDbOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/3WC1x1XV2RE/s1600-h/Sun+snow+Cairngorms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423610716563401954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S0SJNhDDbOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/3WC1x1XV2RE/s320/Sun+snow+Cairngorms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-4655280833735690050?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/4655280833735690050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=4655280833735690050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/4655280833735690050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/4655280833735690050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/01/driving-in-snow.html' title='Driving in the snow'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/S0SIvLKOsOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/9K-GzCiPQAQ/s72-c/Grantown+in+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-8945084348519016607</id><published>2010-01-01T16:43:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:04:57.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2010</title><content type='html'>At the stroke of midnight, we ate 12 grapes, as is custom in Spain, one for each stroke of the clock. We were in a restaurant in the Chueca area of Madrid. We´d had a good evening - a good meal and interesting conversation, as interesting as my Spanish allowed, with those on neighbouring tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we have arrived by train in Malaga for a couple of days. The flat is fine, the weather is okay and my thoughts turn to 2010 and my hopes for the year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won´t exactly be making a list of resolutions. In any case these would be much the same as those in previous years. I simply want to kick-start my life and, particularly, to get things into a correct balance. Work, rest and play. Last year these rather morphed into each other. I want to manage my time better and keep work, rest and play separate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am at my paid work, I need to concentrate better on that. Other domestic work at home needs time dedicated to it. I must ensure that a spend sufficient time on play, whether it be golf, tennis or just getting out and about in the fresh air. And I need to realise that it is okay to rest. I can watch television, though sparingly. I can surf the internet, but with self-control. I can sometimes simply listen to music and let my mind wander. I don´t need to feel guilty about doing nothing, provided that I have been doing things when I was supposed to do those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will devote time to others, but also time to myself.  I won´t let others get to me and won´t be too hard on myself.   Wherever I am, I need to just be where I am, accept where I am and not wish I was somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2010 I will buy a new car and maybe move home. I must sort out my finances so that I can plan for the years ahead. I will do some travelling. I will do my best to be a good person and to accept the inevitable slings and arrows when they arrive. And I´ll have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the sun is due to shine and I hope to go down to the beach and spend a few hours just reading over a beer or two at a chirrunguito somewhere along the Malagueta. Planning the year ahead can start on Sunday. Doing it can start on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-8945084348519016607?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/8945084348519016607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=8945084348519016607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/8945084348519016607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/8945084348519016607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010.html' title='Hello 2010'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-5460002365262412442</id><published>2009-12-31T10:50:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:34:19.730Z</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on 2009</title><content type='html'>It is the last day of the year. We are in a very wet Madrid getting ready to welcome in 2010. And my mind starts to reflect on the year gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has not been a great year. I went to three funerals, and would have attended a couple more had I been around. One of those took place early this week. And all were of friends hardly older than myself. Some other friends and relatives have taken ill during the year and will struggle to survive though next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that is very sad, but does of course put my problems in perspective. I have not greatly enjoyed work in 2009, I have frittered away a lot of my leisure time and I have procractinated when things needed to be done. All of which has been frustrating, but all of which can be improved in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without the time to do a long, deep reflection on the year, I would simply class 2009 as a wasted year in many respects. But I am where I am. I cannot return to times and places now passed. So I should be thankful for my life, my friends, my family and especially my loving partner, Andrew. And I move on to a better and hopefully more interesting year in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going out this evening to a restaurant in the Chueca district of Madrid to see in 2010 Spanish style. Then tomorrow we take the train to Malaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all friends enjoy New Year and achieve in 2010 whatever they wish for themselves. It is the first year of the rest of my life, and I will make the most of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-5460002365262412442?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/5460002365262412442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=5460002365262412442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5460002365262412442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5460002365262412442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflections-on-2009.html' title='Reflections on 2009'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-6907307634985990454</id><published>2009-12-30T10:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:49:51.758Z</updated><title type='text'>A Particular Problem</title><content type='html'>I realise that this is a topic seldom mentioned. Yet it can define whether a day is going to be pleasant or not. It can dominate ones thoughts throughout the day if it becomes a problem. Yet is never thought of when all if going okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refer to regular bowel movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess over Christmas in Scotland and now here in Spain, I have drunk less liquid than I should have. And most of what I have drunk has been alcoholic. The result is that I have become severely constipated. And this is not pleasant. I continue to put in more food at one end than is being expelled at the other end. So I am severely bloated, digestion is not good and sleeping is fitful at best. The more I try the more frustrating it is. I am now overdosing on Activia yoghurt and drinking loads of water. I am emptying my bladder very regularly. But still nothing is coming out at the other side. I make a lot of noise to little effect. Aargh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-6907307634985990454?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/6907307634985990454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=6907307634985990454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6907307634985990454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6907307634985990454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2009/12/particular-problem.html' title='A Particular Problem'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-9000732449756354061</id><published>2009-12-29T17:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-29T17:42:55.958Z</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Scotland,  Hello Spain</title><content type='html'>Once again we were lucky with the journey south.    The road to Aviemore was tricky but drivable with care.  The A9 was difficult in places, especially since the windreen washer had frozen.   Temperature was minus 9C in middle of day.    Then things improved, though traffic increased the further south we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we made in to Hitchin and after a night's rest we headed off to Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is where we are today.   A very wet Madrid.    Which has restricted sightseeing.   But we are well settled in the Hotel Room Mate Oscar and looking forward to seeing in the New Year in Madrid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-9000732449756354061?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/9000732449756354061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=9000732449756354061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/9000732449756354061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/9000732449756354061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-scotland-hello-spain.html' title='Goodbye Scotland,  Hello Spain'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-4049903705664939532</id><published>2009-12-25T18:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-25T18:40:03.324Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/SzUG6apSqwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/tVD4rZQPc-U/s1600-h/RIMG0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419245327264951042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/SzUG6apSqwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/tVD4rZQPc-U/s320/RIMG0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we got here. The journey could have been worse. Our timing was lucky - we seemed to pass some areas before the snow arrived and not reach other areas until the snow has stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, me, my father, my sister and my boyfriend had Christmas lunch at the Ugie House Hotel in Keith. It was all very pleasant - and the snow gave the scene a magical quality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Happy Christmas to all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow we start the return journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-4049903705664939532?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/4049903705664939532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=4049903705664939532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/4049903705664939532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/4049903705664939532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-christmas.html' title='Happy Christmas'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/SzUG6apSqwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/tVD4rZQPc-U/s72-c/RIMG0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-5542141316779516044</id><published>2009-12-21T13:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:14:14.882Z</updated><title type='text'>Traveling to Scotland</title><content type='html'>I had hoped that there might be a thaw.    But there won't.   So our drive to Scotland is becoming increasingly risky.    All Easyjet flights to Aberdeen before Christmas are full and there are no seats left in the train.   So we have no alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Andrew has a meeting on Tuesday lunchtime that apparently he cannot miss.  So what we have decided to do is this.   We will leave Hitchin around 6pm on Tuesday and drive for about 3 hours before staying in a Travelodge, probably around the Leeds area.   Then we head off before dawn on Wednesday in order to give ourselves the best possible change of getting to Aberdeen early afternoon and thus getting to Keith before dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally we would drive M6 then up to Perth, leaving the A9 at Aviemore to drive to Keith via Grantown.   But I think in view of the weather we'd be better going up the A1 to Edinburgh then up the east coast of Scotland to Aberdeen and along the A96 to Keith.   I be checking the weather forecasts over the next 24 hours or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then of course, at the weekend, we have to do the whole journey down south ready to catch the flight to Madrid on the Monday (a week today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to make things even more tricky, Madrid has had some heavy snow and the airport is currently closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we've decided to do too much.    But we'll see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-5542141316779516044?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/5542141316779516044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=5542141316779516044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5542141316779516044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5542141316779516044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2009/12/traveling-to-scotland.html' title='Traveling to Scotland'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-8399927173631000951</id><published>2009-12-19T11:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-19T11:23:35.547Z</updated><title type='text'>Scotland in Winter</title><content type='html'>Last week I had to go to Stirling for a regional meeting of AGI Scotland.   Getting to Stirling from London for an 11am meetings meant a bit of an early start, but I made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then took the opportunity to head up to Keith for a couple of days to see my Dad.    The weather in Keith was glorious.   Cold, yes.   Frosty, yes.    But crisp and clear with not a cloud in the sky.   Breathing in fresh, crisp air was invigorating.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we went to Spey Bay.   It was lovely to stand at the mouth of the Spey watching in the birds and the seals sunbathing in the low winter sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at night, in the local park in Keith, there were myriads of stars twinkling in the black, cloud-free sky.   Something I never see in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now back in London.   But we are planning to drive all the way up to Keith on Wednesday.  Which might be tricky given the current weather throughout the UK.   I note from today's &lt;a href="http://www.pressandjournal.co.uk/Article.aspx/1533322"&gt;Press and Journal&lt;/a&gt; that the North-East of Scotland had quite a bit of snow overnight and that there were a number of accidents on the roads.   Police suggest driving only when strictly necessary.   So fingers crossed that the weather might relent before Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-8399927173631000951?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/8399927173631000951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=8399927173631000951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/8399927173631000951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/8399927173631000951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2009/12/scotland-in-winter.html' title='Scotland in Winter'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-2543212762728692767</id><published>2009-12-15T13:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:26:43.899Z</updated><title type='text'>Madeira</title><content type='html'>The day after we visited Tenerife, we docked at Madeira and again took a tour of the island. I enjoyed Madeira. Perhaps I wouldn't want to spend a fortnight there, but would be happy to go back for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here is the video I took -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eRzwRiCdrg8&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eRzwRiCdrg8&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-2543212762728692767?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/2543212762728692767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=2543212762728692767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/2543212762728692767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/2543212762728692767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2009/12/madeira_15.html' title='Madeira'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-5213471364046791012</id><published>2009-12-13T11:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:18:35.591Z</updated><title type='text'>Tenerife</title><content type='html'>I have just returned from a couple of days in the North of Scotland (of which more later). I had some spare time so I edited some of the flip video footage I took on our recent cruise and uploaded it onto You Tube. Here is the day we spent in Tenerife, my first visit to the island -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCx6F6kYPsw&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCx6F6kYPsw&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-5213471364046791012?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/5213471364046791012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=5213471364046791012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5213471364046791012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/5213471364046791012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2009/12/madeira.html' title='Tenerife'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-8579112535794356852</id><published>2009-11-28T13:14:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:22:28.146Z</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't often win anything. Though I often come close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it started at school. In my final year at primary school I got the 'Proxime Accessit' medal. (not sure if the spelling is correct). This is for the person coming second. The winner was, of course, the 'Dux'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 16 I took up ski-ing and entered the North of Scotland Novices Cup. I came second, 0.3 seconds behind the winner - and 10 seconds ahead of the person who came third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2002 I &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;went to&lt;/span&gt; Sydney to represent Britain at golf in the Gay Games. I came 4th on countback and therefore just missed a medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried again at the 2007 Eurogames in Antwerp where I again I represented Britain at golf. This time I did win a medal, but it was silver. My playing partner won gold after sinking a 20 feet putt on the 18th hole to pip me by one shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, finally, on Thursday evening I won something. And it was entirely unexpected. It was our annual AGI awards dinner, taking place at the Royal Institute of Physicians. After dinner, the awards took place. Prizes were given for those who had submitted papers on a number of topics in the world of Geography. The final award of the night is the Past Chair's award. Given to someone who has contibuted to GIS and to the AGI in particular. The recipient does not know in advance that they have won. I was relaxing at our table when suddenly my name was announced as the winner. I was gobsmacked. And really chuffed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/SxPiVfW85QI/AAAAAAAAAV4/RaoaHN9rYD4/s1600/AGI_award2009c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409916436224992514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/SxPiVfW85QI/AAAAAAAAAV4/RaoaHN9rYD4/s320/AGI_award2009c.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-8579112535794356852?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/8579112535794356852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=8579112535794356852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/8579112535794356852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/8579112535794356852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2009/11/winning-things.html' title='And the winner is .....'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/SxPiVfW85QI/AAAAAAAAAV4/RaoaHN9rYD4/s72-c/AGI_award2009c.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1126435478170721183.post-6279190067748336110</id><published>2009-11-24T08:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:36:18.862Z</updated><title type='text'>BBC Alba</title><content type='html'>I am not exactly a techno geek.    I have a bog-standard pay-as-you-go mobile phone.   No Blackberry.  No i-Phone.   I don't have sat-nav.   I have a notebook PC but rarely use it.   My Outlook diary is held in about 3 different places, so I often have to scribble reminders on bits of paper.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't subscribe to Sky or Virgin satellite TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I did recently replace my 20-year-old television with a new set - a 37in LG with freesat.  And suddenly I have a plethora of strange free channels.   My favourite of these is BBC Alba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three reasons -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The outside shots of the spectacular scenery in north-west Scotland shows off the picture quality of the new set.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I enjoy the music programmes from such places as Stornoway, Ullapool or maybe Eden Court in Inverness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live Scottish football.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Sunday I found myself watching the second half of the Challenge Cup final between Dundee and my beloved Inverness Caley-Thistle live from Perth.   Just two small problems.   The entire commentary was in Gaelic.   And ICT were 2-0 ahead when I started watching and 3-2 down at the end of the match.  Frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Julie Fowlis live from Achiltibuie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126435478170721183-6279190067748336110?l=alansalmanac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/6279190067748336110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1126435478170721183&amp;postID=6279190067748336110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6279190067748336110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1126435478170721183/posts/default/6279190067748336110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alansalmanac.blogspot.com/2009/11/bbc-alba.html' title='BBC Alba'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15516920846433873276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2J-k4-noG8/TEVi7grle6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NtpPsDLoDRk/S220/Golf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
