Sorry for the media silence, and now all you have is a photoless blog post. Can’t blame anything other than indolence, slight travel weariness and a 6″ pile of letters, bills etc waiting hopefully for urgent attention on the kitchen table.
Anyway, we are safely back, after a wonderful trip that covered so much and went all too quickly. John is busy sorting through his 4,000+ photos, some of which – and I have only previewed a few – are really amazing. He has a fantastic close up of a leopard yawning. We hoped it was a yawn and not a snarl as it was a bit too close for comfort if the creature had been on the warpath..
Talking of photos, we have received several amused comments from friends who have had to view posts standing on their heads or lying down in order to view the photos which have landed on their screen all ways up but the right way. It’s a puzzle, as I promise you they look fine this end. Someone helpfully suggested it was because they came from the southern hemisphere which is all very well unless it continues to happen from here in Parwich. Please let us know when I next send out a post with photos.
Not before time, we have booked a session for next Tuesday with our web guru in the hopes we will be able to help us smarten up our use of WordPress, and photos.
Meanwhile, there are lots of holiday ends to tie up, blogwise. The flow of African stories may slow down but it hasn’t ended yet – I am hoping over the next few days to post a few entries which missed the boat, and also one or two recipes we were given on our travels.
Talking of food, I have also got two of my grandmother’s handwritten recipe books. It will be amusing to see if any of these have retained their appeal, and if so I shall share some of them. It is thanks to her that I have a lifelong love of that wonderfully old-fashioned delight, Seed Cake, which I still make quite regularly…