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Thank you, Jack.
Don't discount that you are getting used to the stronger pull too.
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Sorry for missing a couple of posts, while I was posting at the same time 
I don't know if you know David, but a few years back, Geoff Tweedale published a P.O.D. companion volume to his directory of Sheffield cutlery firms. It catalogues Sheffield tool manufacturers, and is just as much a triumph of diligent research as its sister volumeThank you Harvey. I like old tools also. I find the tools and the history behind them very interesting.
Hope they're ok Bob, cool pic
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All is good...I always worry about one rifle...an original Kentucky flintlock.Sorry for missing a couple of posts, while I was posting at the same time
I don't know if you know David, but a few years back, Geoff Tweedale published a P.O.D. companion volume to his directory of Sheffield cutlery firms. It catalogues Sheffield tool manufacturers, and is just as much a triumph of diligent research as its sister volume
Hope they're ok Bob, cool pic
Hope your settling down for the evening Jack.
Thank you,sir. It is made following Chef Jean Pierre's recipe/video.Looks really tasty Ted.
It is a simple shepherd's pie ( no lamb meat was involved in the production).Thank you sir.
I don't know what that is with the egg but I'd have to order a couple more before I even tasted it.
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Thanks Bob, I was going to settle down with a beer, but when I opened it, I ended up wearing half the contents!
Not sure what happened the can had been in the fridge since before I went away! 
So I ended up doing laundry! 
That sounds like a wonderful rifle I love Shepherd's Pie
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You definitely have a string of bad luck going on... better get that HHB back in your pocket.
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Good morning to all.Jack may luck be with you today.View attachment 2030155
Simplicity for me today.
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Simplicity for me today.
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Good morning Guardians, I hope everyone is doing OK. Am I alone in struggling to recall what day it is?! Somewhere in Twixmas! 
I'm having a few pints with a mate tonight, so I hope he doesn't ruin me, as I have more folks to catch up with the following day 
I'm hoping I can stay in until this evening, as I have quite a few chores to take care of, and I still feel exhausted! Does anyone have any plans for New Year's Eve? Any resolutions? I'm going to try and get a bit fitter again, a bit more supple, and lose a bit of weight, but my resolutions, which usually involve buying fewer knives, are rarely resolved! 
I managed to get all my holiday photos edited, so I'll start posting up a few this morning, I wish we could have all gone together Taking
JohnDF
's advice, and hanging onto my Hartshead Barlow! Have a good day Guardians, and enjoy carrying your Lambsfoot knives
I'm having a few pints with a mate tonight, so I hope he doesn't ruin me, as I have more folks to catch up with the following day I'm hoping I can stay in until this evening, as I have quite a few chores to take care of, and I still feel exhausted! Does anyone have any plans for New Year's Eve? Any resolutions? I'm going to try and get a bit fitter again, a bit more supple, and lose a bit of weight, but my resolutions, which usually involve buying fewer knives, are rarely resolved! I managed to get all my holiday photos edited, so I'll start posting up a few this morning, I wish we could have all gone together Taking
JohnDF
's advice, and hanging onto my Hartshead Barlow! Have a good day Guardians, and enjoy carrying your Lambsfoot knives
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Thanks Jack.Thank you Bob, that's very kind of you my friend
It seems as we age, our aches and pains have us focus on our physical health in our resolutions.
I also try to renew friendships weakened by schedules and distance. I dare myself to be involved in one new hobbie.( and shoot my age playing golf).
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Well folks, here I am just over a week ago, about to fly out of Leeds-Bradford airport. We had had some very low temperatures the previous couple of weeks, and I was looking forward to some winter sunshine
The first time I flew was in 1978, from Rome to Damascus, and the plane flew over Beirut, where the Lebanese Civil War was raging. Nonetheless, it was a much more comfortable and luxurious experience than the average passenger gets today. The last time I flew with this airline, about a dozen years back, the seating was perfectly acceptable, now, like other budget airlines, they're packing in the passengers, with seats only 2 feet wide!
I had pre-ordered my overpriced breakfast, which came in a small container, microwaved to death, but actually tasting surprisingly OK After a last cup of Yorkshire tea, it was time for the booze course, and I ordered a couple of small bottles of rum, as we flew over the Bay of Biscay
After landing in Fuerteventura, I headed to my transfer meeting point, where I had to wait for over an hour. At first I was on my own, but 30 minutes in, I was joined by a very large group of Germans, the area I was going to (Jandia), apparently being very popular with the sausage-munching Teutons. Eventually, an old charabang arrived, and my stout fellow travellers all tried to push their way onto the vehicle at once. I eventually collared the Spanish driver, showing him my booking form, in English, and speaking to him in Spanish. He barked something at me in German, so I had to tell him, in German, that I did not speak German, much to the consternation of some of those around me. I gave the driver my suitcase, whereupon he thanked me in French for some reason, to which I summonsed one of my half dozen words of Dutch to thank him back!
By this point, the decrepit vehicle was becoming full, but I managed to find a seat towards the back. I had no sooner sat down, when an elderly German lady asked me if the seat next to me was taken, forcing me to speak more German. Instead of sitting down, she spread her jacket on the seat next to me, sitting down behind. Soon after, a younger German lady boarded, and asked me if she might sit down. Since the owner of the jacket remained silent, I had to explain that it did not belong to me. Frau and fraulein then engaged in an increasingly heated argument about the jacket, into which they tried to embroil me. It turned out that the jacket had been placed on the seat to hold a place for the older woman's husband, who eventually boarded, and the argument ended, though not without some rather stern looks. The husband then spoke to me, and I had to tell him, in German, that I did not speak his language, and was in fact British, to which he merely grunted. We eventually departed on the awful vehicle, and I thought that I could at least take some photos, through the window, of this interesting new land, much of which sits somewhere between moonscape and spaghetti western.
I had stowed my rucksack in the narrow overhead luggage gutter, and unfortunately, 20 minutes into the journey, it dropped like a stone, directly to the floor of the bus, with a loud thud. No Germans were injured, and the nearest seemed somewhat bemused, but I eventually managed to get my fellow passenger to pass me the bag. I had hoped to then stash it more securely atop, but the old man refused to budge, and so I had to sit, crushed underneath it, for the rest of the 90 minute journey. Even when we eventually arrived at my hotel, the old feller didn't want to move, and I had to clamber over him!
A few other folk alighted, all German, as were at least 90% of the guests at the hotel, which is modern, vast, but attractively designed. I found myself at the back of the line again, but was eventually greeted, in German initially, by a pleasant young Spanish man, who gave me my key-card, and welcomed me to the hotel.
As a solo guest, I was already paying for a double room, but had upgraded to one with a balcony and sea view, and various extra features, such as air-conditioning, and a safe. I was pleased with the spotlessly clean room, though it had a ceiling fan, rather than air-con.
In addition to the main buffet restaurant, there were supposed to be two additional restaurants, but in reality, they have been closed for some time. There was a large variety of food in the buffet restaurant though, and after unpacking, I had a couple of beers, explored the hotel a little, and had an early night
The first time I flew was in 1978, from Rome to Damascus, and the plane flew over Beirut, where the Lebanese Civil War was raging. Nonetheless, it was a much more comfortable and luxurious experience than the average passenger gets today. The last time I flew with this airline, about a dozen years back, the seating was perfectly acceptable, now, like other budget airlines, they're packing in the passengers, with seats only 2 feet wide!
I had pre-ordered my overpriced breakfast, which came in a small container, microwaved to death, but actually tasting surprisingly OK
After a last cup of Yorkshire tea, it was time for the booze course, and I ordered a couple of small bottles of rum, as we flew over the Bay of Biscay
After landing in Fuerteventura, I headed to my transfer meeting point, where I had to wait for over an hour. At first I was on my own, but 30 minutes in, I was joined by a very large group of Germans, the area I was going to (Jandia), apparently being very popular with the sausage-munching Teutons. Eventually, an old charabang arrived, and my stout fellow travellers all tried to push their way onto the vehicle at once. I eventually collared the Spanish driver, showing him my booking form, in English, and speaking to him in Spanish. He barked something at me in German, so I had to tell him, in German, that I did not speak German, much to the consternation of some of those around me. I gave the driver my suitcase, whereupon he thanked me in French for some reason, to which I summonsed one of my half dozen words of Dutch to thank him back!
By this point, the decrepit vehicle was becoming full, but I managed to find a seat towards the back. I had no sooner sat down, when an elderly German lady asked me if the seat next to me was taken, forcing me to speak more German. Instead of sitting down, she spread her jacket on the seat next to me, sitting down behind. Soon after, a younger German lady boarded, and asked me if she might sit down. Since the owner of the jacket remained silent, I had to explain that it did not belong to me. Frau and fraulein then engaged in an increasingly heated argument about the jacket, into which they tried to embroil me. It turned out that the jacket had been placed on the seat to hold a place for the older woman's husband, who eventually boarded, and the argument ended, though not without some rather stern looks. The husband then spoke to me, and I had to tell him, in German, that I did not speak his language, and was in fact British, to which he merely grunted. We eventually departed on the awful vehicle, and I thought that I could at least take some photos, through the window, of this interesting new land, much of which sits somewhere between moonscape and spaghetti western.
I had stowed my rucksack in the narrow overhead luggage gutter, and unfortunately, 20 minutes into the journey, it dropped like a stone, directly to the floor of the bus, with a loud thud. No Germans were injured, and the nearest seemed somewhat bemused, but I eventually managed to get my fellow passenger to pass me the bag. I had hoped to then stash it more securely atop, but the old man refused to budge, and so I had to sit, crushed underneath it, for the rest of the 90 minute journey. Even when we eventually arrived at my hotel, the old feller didn't want to move, and I had to clamber over him!
A few other folk alighted, all German, as were at least 90% of the guests at the hotel, which is modern, vast, but attractively designed. I found myself at the back of the line again, but was eventually greeted, in German initially, by a pleasant young Spanish man, who gave me my key-card, and welcomed me to the hotel.
As a solo guest, I was already paying for a double room, but had upgraded to one with a balcony and sea view, and various extra features, such as air-conditioning, and a safe. I was pleased with the spotlessly clean room, though it had a ceiling fan, rather than air-con.
In addition to the main buffet restaurant, there were supposed to be two additional restaurants, but in reality, they have been closed for some time. There was a large variety of food in the buffet restaurant though, and after unpacking, I had a couple of beers, explored the hotel a little, and had an early night
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Good for you Bob
I miss the camaraderie of rock-climbing, but I'm far too old, and far too fat, for that!
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These days, I never sleep well, my first night away from my own bed, but I woke early, and was excited to see more of my holiday destination.
I watched the sun rise over the Atlantic, before going to the restaurant for breakfast, where the Teuton hordes were already pushing, and elbowing each other out of the way
I was already familiar with the area from maps and online videos, so after I'd eaten, I grabbed my bag, and headed out, with the intention of exploring the beach, and having a paddle in the sea.
I watched the sun rise over the Atlantic, before going to the restaurant for breakfast, where the Teuton hordes were already pushing, and elbowing each other out of the way
I was already familiar with the area from maps and online videos, so after I'd eaten, I grabbed my bag, and headed out, with the intention of exploring the beach, and having a paddle in the sea.
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As I knew from my research, the sea is actually much further away from the hotel than it at first appears. First, you have to get out of the vast hotel itself, then there is a large road to cross. It's not possible to walk directly to the sea, because there is a protected salt marsh, and the beach is actually very wide. I was certainly a long way from Leeds!
Along with the famous lighthouse, one of the other landmarks in the area is this minke whale skeleton.
I have dozens of photos of the lighthouse, taking even more after Duane
sitflyer
expressed an interest, so let me know if you want to see more!
A couple of boardwalks cross the salt marsh, to protect it from straying visitors.
Looking back to my huge hotel!
It was still early, and the beach was pretty much deserted, apart from a few joggers, early-rising tourists, like myself, and a couple of yoga practitioners (note appropriate posture!).
Some of us are not so lithe and nimble though, and as I approached the Atlantic, it occurred to me that with an absence of seating, at this end of the beach, combined with my sciatica, if I sat down on the sand, to take off my shoes to have a paddle, I might not be able to get up again!
The wildlife did not have this problem of course...
Along with the famous lighthouse, one of the other landmarks in the area is this minke whale skeleton.
I have dozens of photos of the lighthouse, taking even more after Duane
sitflyer
expressed an interest, so let me know if you want to see more! A couple of boardwalks cross the salt marsh, to protect it from straying visitors.
Looking back to my huge hotel!
It was still early, and the beach was pretty much deserted, apart from a few joggers, early-rising tourists, like myself, and a couple of yoga practitioners (note appropriate posture!).
Some of us are not so lithe and nimble though, and as I approached the Atlantic, it occurred to me that with an absence of seating, at this end of the beach, combined with my sciatica, if I sat down on the sand, to take off my shoes to have a paddle, I might not be able to get up again!
The wildlife did not have this problem of course...
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What a monstrously huge resort Jack. Looks like you had a great Holliday adventure. I am surprised that the inland part of the isle is so barren. Thanks for the photos, and I have my trusty Gemini horn Big'un by my side every day, it helped a lot during the Holliday cuttings string and ribbons and opening boxes. You did something I have always dreamed of, just going away for Christmas to somewhere I'd never been before, escaping the Holliday. Cheers!
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That's just the one hotel Duane, though it doesn't seem so huge when you're inside, as most of it is just rooms.
I had a trip planned to the interior, but it was cancelled unfortunately. The whole island is made up of black volcanic rock, and even the sand has come over from the Sahara. They de-salinate water, which allows some irrigation for the small amount of agriculture, and the parks in the tourist areas, but before the tourists, I think they were just fisherman, with the odd enemy of Franco sent there for exile.
I'm glad your Big 'Un is helping out my friend
I must admit, it was nice to escape Christmas, even though there was a Christmas tree up, and a few other trappings, they seemed so out of place, with the hot weather, they were easy to forget. There was no Johnny Mathis playing, and for the Spanish, the big day is January 6th anyway Not that I'm against Christmas, not at all, I just didn't want to be stuck on my own pulling a cracker with myself! 
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Good morning Guardians. Warming up to the 70's today and I'm heading out to play a round of golf. Haven't decided on which Lambsfoot to carry today. My Senator or my trusty HHB. I'll take some fresh photos after I get back home. In the mean time I'll post a recycled photo.
