Just like the last time when I first visited the island with the Linsteadians three years ago, I had no luck yesterday with the elusive red squirrels. What we did manage to see were a great many ‘wild’ farm chickens, all plump and fluffy and strutting about the fields, some pheasants, and a man in a business suit strolling about the island (ie. Terry, who had a job interview in Dorset and came to meet us in Brownsea after his ordeal but before he had a chance to change into a more suitable attire).
It feels good visiting the birthplace of Scouting in its centenary year.
The Complete Essays (Penguin Classics) 
The Gormenghast Trilogy 
Making Globalization Work 
What Next?: Surviving the Twenty-first Century 
Blackadder: The Whole Damn Dynasty
Dry Store Room No. 1: The Secret Life of the Natural History Museum
Consilience
Cat’s Cradle (Penguin Modern Classics)
Pistache
on Jun 5th, 2007 at 4:10 pm
Congratulations to Terry and Vincent who will be walking side by side into this world of endless work!