Magnon's Meanderings

A diverse offering twixt the interesting, the unusual, and the amusing.

Tuesday, 6 March 2012

Offa's Dyke.

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Back in the 60's and 70's, my people owned a couple of cottages on top of the first Welsh hill to the West of Oswestry, in a loca...
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Monday, 5 March 2012

Home Schooling.

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'Home Schooling' has always been associated with cranks, muesli knitters, and backwoodsmen, but I'm now wondering if traditiona...
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Sunday, 4 March 2012

The Intrepid Trio.

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You've heard of the Secret Seven and the Famous Five, now meet the Intrepid Trio. Yesterday they came with nets and buckets; they wer...
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Saturday, 3 March 2012

Figs.

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I love figs in all their forms. I like them fresh from the tree in late August/early September, cooked sweet or savoury, dried in that fami...
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Friday, 2 March 2012

France; Why and How.

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I was recently asked, by a couple of kind followers, why and how I moved to France. This is the simple answer. When I was very young I wen...
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Thursday, 1 March 2012

Haddock's 2012 Rebirth.

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With this wonderful 20 degrees C weather, I've been able to start planning what I'll be doing up at Haddock's this year. I'...
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Wednesday, 29 February 2012

The LEAST We Should Expect.

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Politics is rearing its VERY UGLY head again almost everywhere. Time to insist that we ALL have the right to certain services and standar...
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 50 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live between an ancient cottage in a tiny village in perfectly tranquil French countryside, and a bijou townhouse in Brighton UK. In France we have plenty of fruit trees, all situated amongst a view that takes the breath away, in the UK we have a handkerchief sized patio. We also have a Border Collie called Billy. 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!
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