FOWC with Fandango: Wagon

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How is this for a wagon. Two days ago they cut our escape route to the outsdie world due to repair work on our local railway. I had an alternative road to leave the village, but my own private wagon and me do not like travelling lesser known roads. Tomorrow everything is back to almost normal, so today I escaped in my wheelchair and decided to have a look what is happening.

Our road is now open so I had to move along to see how they were attacking the next part of the village. As I travelled along I came across this monster. This is apparently used for laying new railway tracks.

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Further along the road there was a little more action with men dressed in their orange overalls watching the men driving the various strange other wagons.

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And then I discovered what they were doing. They were removing the surface between the tracks where the railway crossings are. I can imagine this is because they are the exits from the village and continuously being used by our cars and probably subject to more usage. Here you can see where the digger is scooping out the old surface. During the night the men will be working and by tomorrow lunch time everything should be as normal again with a new surface.

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This is the normal state of affairs when our railway is passing through.

FOWC with Fandango: Wagon

RDP Tuesday: Bread


“Eat your crusts.”

“I don’t like them.”

“They are the best part of the bread.”

Poor mum did have a problem with me and the crusts. When I think back to my younger days, I suppose I was a fussy eater, but I just did not like those crusts on the bread. Now I have to be careful not to annoy the Brits reading this, but since living and eating bread in Switzerland for the past 50 years I just have to say that I do not like english bread.

When I visited my dad over the years I had to live as the Brits do, because I was again in England. The crust problem did not exist. Why? I discovered that when I was buying bread for dad and I, the bread in England did not have crusts: at least not what I called a crust. I must admit that dad never bought the bread in a bakers, but in a store. I decided to go to a britsh bakers for the bread, but probably Dagenham did not have the best bakers shops, as everything was covered with a soft brown outside. The bread had no crusts. My dad even put his bread in a plastic bag to keep it nice and soft, and so did most of the Brits from his generation. They had discovered the advantage of the plastic bag.

I now wonder if it was the crust I did not like eating when I was a kid, or just the bread. I grew up with white bread, cut bread in a packet. The Swiss description for British bread is generally “blotting paper bread”. Perhaps if the British bread was baked with a nice brown hard crust when I was a kid, I might have eaten it. If I remember back to my younger days the whole family clan ate white bread with nice soft crusts.

RDP Tuesday: Bread

Good Morning

Morning Sky

It is supposed to be a nice sunny day today, although the morning sky did not look like it. OK, in the meanwhile the sun has appeared, so I just might be on my way again this afternoon in my wheelchair.

The morning did not really start so well. I did intend to sleep a little longer, which I did, but our feline decided to constuct a hairball during the night, luckily on our stone floor, so that was the first task of the day, to remove it. The second task was to deal with her recycling tray. I noticed she was watching me and yes, as soon I was was finished she decided to christen it again. After this beginning I can only hope that everything will get better.

Baby Appes

After this welcome to the day, I decided to search for something more positive in the garden and I discovered that my first apples are appearing at the base of the now wilted flowers. They are now only babies, but when Autumn arrives I hope to begin my harvest with the fully developed fruits.

Yesterday I did my marathon shopping expedition to cover our needs until Thursday. Railway repairs to the exit/entrance of the village are now in progress and Wednesday is May Day: closed for the holiday in the afternoon, so I again had to do a logistic creation to have it all under control. As it was Monday afternoon, the store was almost empty and I could move comfortably to find the items on my list: although moving with ease is never so easy for me, but I can support myself with the trolley. At least I can now relax until Thursday afternoon.

Back Garden and Frog

I really need to get out and about with my camera and collect some new photos. Even I am getting bored with my garden views, but have nothing new to offer at the moment. My frog king is keeping an eye on things and is watching the plants grow. It is really amazing how fast they develop. After my last visit from the gardener, I have an explosion in the garden of the greenery.


I am still working this one out, but I am now almost convinced that it is yarrow and am waiting for the stalk to appear in the middle to confirm my suspicions.

I never realised that work on the railway could make so much noise. During yesterday afternoon it began and they worked through the night.  When I disappeared into my bed I could hear the noise in the distance. I hope to get a few photos today when I wheel out of the village, if they have not blocked my wheelie path of escape.

My cleaning lady is not here this week and next week. She is on a visit to Mexico for some sort of conference. I now have to get on with my cleaning: a bit of this and that, and a few windows to freshen up.

Have a good day everyone, enjoy and I leave you with a view of my wild meadow opposite my garden. It begins to grow in Spring and we are not allowed to remove it until the first weeks of June to give the plants a chance to spread their seeds for next year. I find it a good idea and the remains of the meadow are gathered to make hay for the local cow population.

Wild Meadow