18th Feb 2006
My
first
trip
to
New
Zealand
taking
in
both
North
and
South
Islands.
A
memorable
place
to
see!
I
would
almost
rather
live
there
than
Britain!
29th Apr 2006
The
house
now
has
one
more
mammal
dwelling
therein.
On
Saturday
we
drove
to
Corley
Service
Station
north
of
Coventry
and
met
up
with
Clare
from
Telford.
Clare
was
giving
up
one
of
her
Ragdoll
cats
which
wasn't
coping
with
the
other
cats
in
the
household.
It
had
become
reclusive,
hiding
away
in
kitchen
cupboards.
And
the
ragdoll
rehoming
group
had
offered
it
to
Virginia
and
me
as
we
were
quiet
people
with
a
quiet
house.
So
we
returned
home,
and
set
down
the
carrying
basket
in
the
kitchen.
Opened
it
and
the
cat
(which
we've
renamed
Tabitha
though
I
doubt
if
the
cat
really
knows)
got
out.
Wandered
around
like
a
prisoner
at
Colditz
checking
out
the
escape
routes.
And
vanished
under
the
kitchen
cupboards.
She
wasn't
really
seen
for
two
days.
Food
disappeared.
The
litter
trays
needed
cleaning.
But
the
cat
itself
had
disappeared
even
better
than
the
Cheshire
Cat.
Yesterday
she
did
emerge,
and
slowly
gained
confidence
in
us.
As
a
lap
cat
she
is
a
little
boisterous.
All
the
toys
Virginia
got
aren't
attracting
a
lot
of
interest
-
the
crinkly
tunnel
seems
to
frighten
her.
Someone
coming
downstairs
will
send
her
fleeing
towards
the
safety
of
the
kitchen
and
its
recesses.
Tabitha
is
a
vocal
feline.
She
makes
a
very
odd
deep
growling
noise
(apparently
when
she's
happy.)
At
6.30am
this
morning
she
was
making
plaintive
miaows
outside
the
bedroom
door
(as
a
guess
because
she
was
out
of
food.)
But
it
is
impossible
to
work
out
what
she
means
some
of
the
time.
1st Jul 2006
My
thanks
to
all
those
who
came
to
my
50th
birthday
celebration
at
Histon
Baptist
Church
Hall,
and
particularly
to
Virginia
who
put
so
much
effort
into
it
all.
8th Jul 2006
Virginia
and
I
have
had
a
week
on
the
Isle
of
Wight,
staying
at
a
B&B
in
Shorwell.
I
think
she
enjoyed
it
more
than
I
did.
We
went
and
saw
Osborne
House
where
Queen
Victoria
liked
hanging
out.
The
excerpts
from
her
diaries
in
various
places
made
her
seem
almost
like
a
normal
person...
the
overpowering
opulence
and
movie
set
nature
of
the
place
counteracted
that.
For
me
the
monarchy
has
had
its
day.
13th Aug 2006
"Atlantis
2:
Beyond
Atlantis"
is
the
second
game
in
the
Atlantis
series
from
the
now
defunct
French
game
developer
Cryo.
The
story
is
written
by
Jehan
K.
Robson
who
blends
different
cultures
while
yet
honouring
them.
There
are
three
worlds
wherein
you
will
play
most
of
the
game.
You
will
be
an
Irish
monk
on
an
island
trying
to
resolve
issues
for
the
pre-Christian
deities.
You
will
be
a
Mayan
soldier
trying
to
avoid
the
Jaguar
God
becoming
supreme,
and
ushering
in
an
age
of
bloodshed.
You
will
be
a
Chinese
scholar
trying
to
find
an
immortal
to
help
deal
with
a
monster.
The
places
you
will
travel
to
are
literally
out
of
this
world,
you
are
tripping
out.
The
imagination
and
artistry
of
the
game
developers
is
stellar.
What
you
have
to
do
in
each
situation
makes
sense
from
the
cultural
setting
you
are.
The
puzzles
are
traditional
Adventure
game
puzzles,
no
action
or
timed
puzzles
though
the
spider
web
may
feel
otherwise.
Some
of
the
puzzles
are
off
the
wall
to
put
it
mildly.
Some
of
them
can
have
a
high
frustration
value
-
the
crossing
the
Rainbow
bridge
did
for
me.
I
needed
a
walkthrough.
A
beautiful
game,
a
shame
they
don't
make
them
like
that
any
more.
16th Sep 2006
It
was
a
long
drive
from
Cambridge
up
to
Northumbria.
The
A14
was
crawling,
and
the
A1
around
Newcastle
was
bad,
but
apart
from
that
plain
sailing
-
if
a
journey
of
6
hours
can
be
plain
sailing.
Saw
the
"Angel
of
the
North"
just
south
of
Newcastle
-
what
an
ironwork
statue
erected
not
that
long
ago
there
is
called.
Not
overpoweringly
impressive
to
me.
Stayed
in
the
Victoria
Hotel
Bambrugh
which
was
fine.
That
like
much
of
the
area
could
date
from
Victorian
days
if
not
earlier.
It
was
stepping
back
in
time
a
little.
From
my
room
I
had
a
good
view
of
the
castle
in
Bambrugh.
Dined
at
the
hotel
-
just
simpler
-
and
breakfasted.
On
the
Saturday
I
felt
guilty
as
I
got
downstairs
at
8am
sharp
and
the
staff
were
trying
to
have
an
early
morning
rest.
I
had
gone
up
to
Northumbria
to
go
on
a
birdwatching
day
on
Holy
Isle.
My
bird
watching
is
of
a
low-level,
so
by
eye
the
kestrel
perched
on
a
telephone
pole
was
an
anonymous
shape.
Even
with
the
binoculars
I
brought
it
could
have
been
any
bird
to
my
eyes.
In
the
telescope
the
guide
had
brought
you
could
see
the
kestrel
resplendent.
The
Saturday
dawned
very
misty
and
stayed
misty,
making
crossing
the
causeway
from
the
mainland
to
Holy
Isle
more
adventurous.
This
was
my
first
time
in
the
area
and
I
had
pictured
Holy
Isle
as
a
rocky
outcrop
-
instead
there's
an
expanse
of
sandflats
and
marshes
to
cross
before
you
get
to
rolling
sand
dunes
then
gentle
hills
where
sheep
roam.
Part
of
the
attraction
was
to
see
Holy
Isle
-
a
castle
on
a
high
mound,
a
walled
garden
seemingly
in
the
middle
of
nowhere,
the
eroded
walls
of
the
Abbey,
tea
rooms
in
the
High
Street.
We
did
quite
a
bit
of
walking
between
beaches
and
harbours
and
bird
hide
-
saw
apart
from
the
kestrel
fulmars
and
teals
and
grebes
and
guillemots
and
cormorants
and
eider
ducks
and
goldfinches
and
meadow
pipits.
I
wouldn't
be
able
to
tell
them
apart
by
myself
even
now!
11th Nov 2006
Virginia
and
I
spent
a
long
weekend
in
York,
an
old
city
with
Roman
/
Anglo-Saxon
/
Viking
and
Norman
pasts.
York
is
haunted
by
old
buildings
and
walls
and
ruins
and
history.
Ghosts
too
to
judge
by
the
number
of
"Ghost
Walks"
on
offer.