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Friday, 25 May 2012
Which would you prefer to see written in your passport as your 'Place of Birth'; Kathmandu or Woking?
Lady Magnon should have been born in Kathmandu, but a sudden outbreak of Yellow Fever meant that her pregnant mother was advised to leave, and head back to Blighty. I should explain that Lady M's late father was 'Our man in Kathmandu'; in fact he was responsible for setting-up Nepal's very first foreign consulate, back in the ****'s.
The unborn Lady M was then carried by bearers across the mountains into India, from where a ship eventually took her back to England's leafy Surrey, and her birth in Woking.
As is traditional, the bearers went on strike half-way across the mountains, and my father in law had to negotiate crazy terms in order for them to continue. Not really what you need when 'slowly' rushing for the Maternity Ward of a hospital on the other side of the world.
The photo above is NOT of the actual bearers; a similar one does exist, but somewhere back in an English loft.
We went with friends to the Scallop festival in Whitianga; a charming
seaside town in the Coromandal District.
Had a great time...5000 people, lots of wine...
3 years ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 45 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie/Black Lab' cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!