Heron Island, Great Barrier Reef, Australia

Wednesday 29 June 2016

So in this brave new world (or strange new limbo), where those who won don't appear to be quite sure whether they really wanted whatever it is they have won, if they could only decide what it is, and those who lost don't know what to do next, what certainties are there?

Death and taxes, of course, according to Benjamin Franklin (or Daniel Defoe). To which, as after every other trip abroad, I have to add, as neither of them did (but that's eighteenth-century patriarchy for you)..... laundry.

And showing one's holiday snaps (even if they are curiously similar to every other year's):
Stubaital - the Rütz-Katarakt
Stubaital- mountain meadow

Munich - Alte Pinakothek


  1. Glad to see you didn’t get stoned (in the biblical sense). Or had you already left Austria on the dread morning?

  2. For a moment there I thought you were going to show us your dirty laundry...
    Meanwhile, it seems as though we have had a nation moment of saying yes when we mean no and vice versa.... if only there had been a 'don't know' on that ballot paper, or the old favourite 'depends', then life might be very different today.

  3. Alas, Ms Friko, we had to endure the polite, but pained, puzzlement of German friends for several days, as the news got more and more farcical.

    Ms Scarlet, as if I would show you my laundry... about as likely as you calligraphing rude words.