There is no fur in our little Shack. Fur is… ick… when not adorning its original host, that is. We do have a couple of Polar Fleece blankets, but that’s definitely not the same.
Yearly archives: 2025
August Break 2025, Day 15, Secret Wish
My not so secret wish is that every single one of us, the whole world over, can learn to live and let live – and to embrace all that is “other” because hate arises from fear.
Now, how the heck do I illustrate this with a photo? I have to go to the archive today and not capture something new. And I have an idea!
August Break 2025, Day 14: Scent
Having purchased Crème Crue, we needed fruit. We Plum-ped for these Mirabelles. Mirabelles The scent of the rip fruit is gorgeous. They also look pretty, don’t they?
August Break 2025, Day 13: Trio
A trio of sausages. Not triplets – each sausage is a different flavour: Herb, Tomato, Smoked. For the curious: Aligot on the bottom, topped by a Roscoff Onion that I painstakingly caramelised with thyme. Those black plates are bringing out my inner chef, I think.
August Break 2025, Day 12, Lines
The ridges on these Mutti sauce bottles form Lines. I was quite excited to find these on my last shopping trip. I dislike Ketchup, always have, but I know that Mutti make some really good tomato products and decided that it might be worth trying their Ketchup out. Plus, it’s bottled in glass and not …
August Break 20215, Day 11: Trash
We are very happy Trash. We love our roaming life, and all of its adventures.