The (other) Life of Brian

Brian
“So Brian, what do you wear under your kilt?” is a question he has heard often. “My sandals, of course” is his standard reply.

Cycling in Porugal

Cycling along the Rio Guardian
After all that relaxing, one needs a little exercise. Or so says my husband. Sigh. I had no idea there were so many mountains in Portugal. Really huge ones. Or so I say.

Relaxing in Portugal

This could be me!
This photo needs no explanation and depicts me enjoying the sunshine. Okay, so I (mostly) sit in a slightly more ladylike fashion, but there‘s nothing like warm sunshine on a full tummy.

Oteria de Poeti

Roger and his birthday cake
So you‘ ve had the travel log of the journey to Bologna, but now we need party info. We were fortunate enough to be surrounded by friends and acquaintances and lest we forget, the wonderful birthday boy, Roger, so it was perfect from the start.

To Italy for Rogers birthday party!

Our beloved friend Roger
Roger is a wonderful friend of ours and every 5 years he celebrates his birthday in a big way. This year was his 85th and he invited 70 of us to celebrate it with him in Bologna, Italy. Wow! I want to be just like Roger when I’m 85, just minus the moustache…

Tea in the Teapot

Inside the teapot downstairs
And I mean it literally. We had tea in a teapot! This magnificent, ginormous teapot can be found at Castelnau-Magnoac in the Gers, France. It was originally situated in Scotland, but as the old saying goes, “have teapot will travel”, it is now in France!

Wild about Weeds, Part 4

(Today’s recipe: Stinging Nettles)
I HATE THEM. Everybody says they only sting at certain times of the year and the sting is not that bad. Well, they haven’t met my vicious Nettles. Mine sting all year. Even the roots sting. I’m not kidding. EVEN THE ROOTS STING.

Wild about Weeds, Part 3

(Today’s recipe: Dandelions)
Dandelions
Now where does the word Dandelion come from, I ask you. This is like Red Mullet actually being a Goat Fish. I love discovering the origin of words and/or just enjoying the strangeness of words. Maybe lion comes from the fluffy white head it gets before it goes forth and reproduces itself a thousand times over in my garden.

Wild about Weeds, Part 2

(Today’s recipe: Wild Fennel)
Fake wild fennel
I can't believe I haven't managed to post this since I wrote it in March, same time as the first one. Sorry!!! And thank you Peter and Ute for reminding to pull out my finger and get on with posting!!

Picture Perfect Portugal, Part 3

Sunset over the Atlantic
Life does not exist without several hundred sunset shots. I basically take a couple every night, but I shall endeavour not to bore you with more than these three, but I ain’t promising notin’.