Tuesday 31 May 2016

Colleen's Colleens Okanagan River Berm or Bust: Tuesday, May 31st!

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars. -Walt Whitman, poet (31 May 1819-1892)

The European fire ant collecting sugars from a peony.

Hi Carol! Here is the contact information I mentioned on our hike. Cheers, Patrizzio!

http://faculty.tru.ca/rhiggins/myrmica_rubra_index.htm


Contact:

Dr. Robert J. Higgins, Biological Sciences, Thompson Rivers University, 900 McGill Road, Kamloops, BC, V2C 0C8, 250.828.5452 (office) rhiggins@tru.ca

Hi Patrizzia and The Grumpiest of Grumpy Winemakers! Trust all goes well with you two, family and winery! Sorry I've not been in touch sooner. No excuses but plenty of reasons, as I've so often rationalized! Celebrated our 40th Wedding Anniversary on the weekend of May 14th. Drove into Vancouver and had a wonderful, wonderful anniversary weekend. Party was on the roof patio at Chloë's loft and weather was perfect, unlike the husband, according to some reports! Fondestos from Lady Dar, still abed. When are you planning to visit? As mentioned, you are always welcome, any time. Cheers, Patrizzio!

Hi Ragin'! Thanks for forwarding messagio! Much appreciated. Had a fab hike yesterday. (See below), and am off with Colonel Klink and her Babes to ride the bike path along the Okanagan River, just north of Oliver, to Osoyoos. We'll drive south to park near Tuc-El-Nuit Drive where there is a large lot to leave our cars.

This evening, hosting two tables of bridge. Have managed to find enough players, between hiking and cycling groups, so when you visit you'll have a chance to meet many of them. Not even having Jugos Dom Pedro, (or Molly Mop Waldron!), as he and Lynne are in Iceland, en route to a Baltic cruise, for next two or three weeks. Must away as I've a few things to do before I leave for this morning's ride. Cheers, Il Conduttore!
 


Hi Synchromesh Woman! Glad email address was straightened out! Fondestos from Lady Dar, still abed! Cheers, Patrizzio Pics: Tom Sawyer and her xeriscape garden!

Hi Perpetual Motion Woman! Glad you enjoyed snapolas. Trust colonoscopy went as well as can be expected. Cheers, Patrizzio!

Hi Red Bench People! Thanks for the newsy message and great snaps! Glad the birthday celebration plans are going so well and that you had a congenial visit with the Woods. Sports injuries indeed! Bon Voyage on your boat trip! Sounds idyllic. Do hope we'll see you this fall. Chloë is driving up on Friday to house-sit while we are away, (Leaving on June 8th), in Winnipeg for The Durston's 71st wedding anniversary. Ayn will be flying up from LA but Chloë can't go to Falcon until late June. Travel safely. Cheers, Patrizzio!

Hi Sunshine Valley People! Thanks for 1st anniversary of move message! We are still shaking our heads that  a year has already sped by! Cheers, Patrizzio! 

Hi Luigi! Terrific to hear you are on the mend! I'll say hello to everyone for you and tell them you'll be back soon! Take care of yourself, Lou! Cheers, Patrizzio


Hello Artisanal Bike Riders of Black Sage Road! Just a quick note to thank Colonel Klink for arranging such a terrific outing and and offer an apology to Jos and everyone else, inconvenienced, by my premature departure from the Tucelnuit lot. Rationalization to be found below! Cheers, Patrizzio!

KVR, Tucelenuit to Road 22 and beyond, Field Report, May 31st, 2016!
Left for the Pooch Exercise Yard, (regular meeting spot), at just before 9:00 am, my Brodie on the bike rack, as I was going to ride the KVR, between Oliver and Osoyoos, with Colonel Klink and her Amazons. Josinta was already there, when I drove up, reading her bridge cheat seat, I was pleased to note. I suggested we put her bike on my rack and that she drive to Oliver with me. Did just that and we set off, following Eastside and ORR, to return to 97 just out of OK Falls. to rendezvous with the gang at the parking lot just a bit north of the start of the KVR trail

There were nine of us altogether and I was heartened to meet, Dave, Barb's husband, as one needs as much support as possible when dealing with The Sisterhood, as many of my regular readers will certainly know and understand! Josinta and I were the last to arrive so once we unloaded the bikes I snapped a group shot and we were off.Not having ridden this section of the KVR before I was delighted to be introduced to it. At this point it is paved and runs parallel to the Okanagan River, rushing along, the current quite strong and full. The day was glorious, sunny and warm, and one rides, often in shade of the trees lining the path, through half tunnels, catching glimpses of well-tended market gardens and vineyards to the west of the trail, the closer one rides towards Oliver.

The slight downhill grade makes it easy to whiz along and enjoy the lovely surroundings. Not long and we were in Oliver and after those of the weak bladder had availed themselves of the public facilities there, we left the KVR to make for Black Sage Road, to return via the KVR as the latter offers a far easier up-hill grade. I am very familiar with BSR, so understood the logic of the choice. At any rate, once we'd climbed the reasonably steep hill, just past the hospital, (Dave called it Hospital Hill!), which crests a bit southeast of Quinta Ferreira Estate Winery, the going is either downhill or rollingly flat.

Again, the superb, virtually cloudless day and the endless shamrock green of the vineyards, stretching out of sight, on both sides of the road, and the darker seaweed green of the pines, on the surrounding hillsides, combined to riddle us with delight whichever way we turned. While most of the party waited for the hill stragglers, I took off, trying to chase down Rapid-Fire Renée who was but a white dot on the horizon ahead. Aided by the fairly steep hill, just past
Montakarn Estate Winery, (A new place, for me, and one I'd dearly like to visit.), I managed to almost catch-up to her just before the first cattle-guard on encounters on this stretch.

Not for long, as Locomotion Martin sped away and I had to work like the devil to close the distance between us, doing so around Black Hills Estate Winery, where I pulled into the lot there, and circled to wait the rest of the group. Indomitable
Davies was the first to arrive and we both continued on until near Platinum Bench, Estate Winery & Artisan Bread Co., (Colonel Klink had mentioned, earlier, that the gang might stop there for a bite of lunch.), and since there was no sign of the peloton, Rogue Renée turned back in search of the lost. Compassionate Katarina did the same but I took the opportunity to explore one of the side roads, leading north, up towards the hills, between vineyards, sprinklers swishing over the rows to the southeast. Only went about a km as the pavement stopped near a large winery workshed, the dirt trail beyond leading into the vineyards themselves. 

Once back on BSR I headed north but it was not long before the other riders appeared. Apparently Bat-out-of-Hell Hanneke's chain had come off and the party had been delayed until it was reattached. By the time I was able to turn around and follow everyone was gathered in front of the Artisan Bakery. I was more interested in exploring the rest of the KVR so waved goodbye and set off for Road 22 as I knew I would have access to the trail there. Found it without any difficulty and followed it for the short distance remaining. I terminates, after a km or two, at the edge of a narrow lagoon, a finger pointing north from Osoyoos Lake. Not having pontoons, I turned around and followed the fairly uneven surface, (a mixture of light sand, pebbles and small rocks), to return to Road 22.

Instead of continuing on the KVR I turned right and rode up the slight, short hill to the intersection of BSR and its continuation, to the southeast, Radio Tower Road. A large sign there announced a relatively new housing development, The Cottages on Osoyoos Lake, about 3 km on, so I wanted to take a look, given that the road was well-paved. Bit of a roller-coaster until I reached the development, still an active construction site, where I turned around. A number of large, threatening signs tell one: "No Trespassing. Private Indian Land", that the roads beyond were off limits, at least for me. Too bad as I was hoping to find a route all the way to Spirit Ridge. It probably exists but I'll need to ask at the office there to see what might be possible, passable, if at all.

At any rate, I retraced my earlier route and made it back to the KVR, heading north towards Oliver. The trail surface is quite rough, much like that beyond the Little Tunnel, on the KVR above Naramatia, easy enough with the reasonably wide mountain bike tires I had but still fairly slow going, not only because the grade is now slightly uphill but also because one spends much of one's time weaving back and forth, trying to find the best path, dodging the larger stones and trying to avoid the numerous sandy patches. Still, it is more than pleasant, in more tree tunnels, the river channel quite placid given the gentler gradient, closer to the lake, I suppose. By this time about thirty or forty minutes had elapsed since I left the Artisanal Bread Devourers and when I crossed Road 18, up from Platinum Bench on BSG, I assumed I might connect with Colleen's Colleens if they had chosen this route to return to the KVR, finally sated on horrendously expensive sourdough bread and local cheese sandwiches, not to mention bottles of their 2013 Sparkling Gamay Noir! 

No sign of The Sisterhood, just many of the quirky, lovable, California Quail, couples, in the main, zipping, weaving and bobbing, in fits and starts, across the trail, to disappear, with a chirp or two, into the underbrush, from time to time, well ahead of me. Closer to Oliver, the trail is very nicely paved so it really is a more than wonderful ride from this point on, particularly for those recreational riders wanting a gentle, picturesque cycle. I know Lady Dar would enjoy the section between Tucelnuit and two or three km south of Oliver so plan to suggest we give it a try, once we are back from Manitoba. 

Shortly after I started north on the KVR I began snapping pictures, on the fly, and as I left Oliver behind, I continued to do so, enjoying the gorgeous, surrounding hills and bluffs, and the river itself, whenever a break in the foliage allowed such n opportunity. By this time I was crossong the bridge to the parking lot I assumed Colonel Klink and her troop were already long gone. While there were a number of cars in the parking lot I thought they belonged to other people, here to ride the KVR themselves. This being the case, I loaded my bike and headed for home. Took 97 all the way to Penticton and was home, close to 2:00 pm, I think, no sign of Lady Dar. Had just zapped a mug of java when the doorbell rand and a much fussed and fuming Josinta presented her grim visage to me! 

I knew she had placed her car keys and phone in the glove compartment when we left the Dog Pound but I assumed she had taken them with her when we started the ride! Unbeknowst to me, Marcia had suffered a fall, on the KVR, after lunch, a bit too, too tipsy from all the wine-tasting, and the delay caused by this kerfuffle contributed to the fact that I must have passed them, somewhere around Oliver, I can only speculate, while they might have been stitching and suturing the patient, and not seen the paramediscs, feverishly at work, stemming the flow of blood and picking gravel out of the road rash! Since I really haven't paid any attention the cars The Sisterhood drive when arriving at the usual rendezvous point, for earlier outings, I didn't recognize any of the vehicles in the Tucelnuit lot. 

In the twinkling of an eye, I was transformed from being her favourite bridge partner into persona non grata, in the extreme, in Spades, so to speak, as she immediately demanded her possessions, storming off, in a royal huff, once they were clasped in her hands, like long lost children, to be chauffeured back to her locked vehicle, by equally Distressed Davies. Whow! Riding with The Babes has its challenges and dangers but well worth every minute of terror, dread an abuse, Dear Reader! So thanks, yet again, to Colonel Klink and her Comely Cohorts for the marvellous outing, although it ended in near catastrophe for some, Mangled Marcia and Jangled Jos. Cheers, Patrizzio, "Not often, but sometimes leaning towards repentence, yet trying strongly to resist the misguided urge to do so!" Map and Stats for ride:

https://connect.garmin.com/modern/activity/1192935259#.V04WWPuQSUc.email

Hey Patrizo - thanks for reminding me about the tuesday bike ride. I had a doctor's appt but otherwise would have wanted to go. Oh well, next time! Guillermo

HI Patrick,  I don't have a phone number for you!  Jos is on her way to the dog park with Kathy.  and you have her car keys and phone.  Couls you please meet her at the dog park with stuff?  thanks .  It is now 1:50 and she should be there shortly! cheers,  it was a great ride this morning! Hanneke

Hello. Would it make any difference if I came Tuesday instead of Monday for a visit? I was going to go to Vernon today to visit my sister and family and mother but there's been a death in the family (brother-in- law side) and everyone is in Winnipeg until Sunday evening. So, I thought I would make my visit with you guys on my way up to Vernon instead of the way back. In addition, I have to sign papers with the Notary Public on Monday afternoon re: sale/purhase of house(s). So I would then leave the following day; Tuesday. I hope this might work for you. Cheers!

hi Patrick, could you send me the link to your photo album from yesterday's hike as well to Tim. Here is his address. thanks, Norbert 

Hi St Norbert and St Timothy! Great that we have so many saints in the hiking group! Here is what I sent out yesterday. Hope to see you both over the next few hikes. Cheers, Patrizzio!

great pictures; great afternoon; say hi to Clara and Dusty. see you soon; take care. 

Good Morning Pat, Thanks for your newsy letter and pictures. Sounds like you are making the most of the wonders of the Okanagan valley. We're both feeling pretty good in spite of some recent setbacks. David needs minor surgery as a result of his operation several years ago. Just a night at UBC Hospital in June.

As both of us have some medical issues this year we decided to cancel our trip to the Baltic. No sympathy required as after much fussing about my heart and a change of medication they have managed to get me to a happier state. My energy level is up, balance is being restored, and I have access to the best cardiologist in Vancouver! I've been trying to get to him for years and actually feel quite relieved not having to plan a trip, let alone contemplate a 13 hour flight. I'm sure we will travel again and soon, but perhaps not as far. Cancellation insurance is sticky and has been a problem as I age. Don't think it will be a problem for you two though as there will be many seniors in your age group in a few years who will demand policy changes.

Our patio is beautiful and we will be using it as always. Have already when Pam visited for a few days. I am envious of your Mandevilla vine. (It loves heat like me.) Feel so lucky to have this environment. We're contemplating putting an electric fireplace in our family room. It would have to be a built in as our space there is limited. Cosier for the fall and winter. As you know I love a project just as you and Corinne do. Your home is lovely as is and I'm sure you will continue with upgrading this and that and the next thing for the future.

Have a fine time in Winnipeg with family. We would love to come for a visit with you again, but feel as of now a hotel would be the best for me. You have a great one just a few blocks away where we could indulge ourselves while still having a visit with you. Till July then. Nancy















 

Monday 30 May 2016

Campbell Mountain Blues: Monday, May 30th!

Speculation is perfectly all right, but if you stay there you've only founded a superstition. If you test it, you've started a science. -Hal Clement, science fiction author (30 May 1922-2003)

Hello Spiller Road Treksters! A quick note of appreciation to Famiglia Robson for leading such a remarkable hike. Again, I can only shake my head in wonder, given that we live in such a landscape and have such friends that know it well enough to show us its marvels. Hip Hip Hooray for the tag team meraviglioso!

What follows is a field report I reckoned I might well never write, given, not only the hike along the edge of the abyss but also the ride from Spiller home, with Freewheeling, No Consequences Krannitz! Still, I was able to put pen to paper, if shakily so, and am truly pleased and thankful that it is not my last will and testament, although many, I'm sure, would wish it otherwise! Cheers, Patrizzio!

Campbell Mountain, Diversion Dam and Reservoir Field Report, May 30th, 2016: 

Up at 6:30 am to prepare my java and then into the study to write up yesterday's ride. Managed to do that by the time it was time to start to get ready for this morning's hike. Zapped an already baked spudolino and enjoyed it while I packed my lunch, (overleft chicken and two Macs, sliced and lightly salted), and stowed my tucker in my camel pack. Lady Dar, although still grumpy from waking up, tied my bootlaces and I was off, at 8:43 am, to meet the gang at HH. Sergeant Spumoni was there when I pulled into the lot and since we were going to start the hike, off Spiller Road, I asked her if she would mind collecting me en route, driving, as she would be up Eckhardt to Upper Bench. Lady Dar had indicated, before I left the house, that she could use the car if it worked out. She was happy to do so and consequently I hopped back into my vehicle and tore home, leaving my keys there and letting Cora Lee know she had a car for errands.

Walked up Burns to wait for a few minutes, on Eckhardt, before Pushy Pam arrived. Guillermo had, characteristically, taken the front seat, as is his pushy Damn Yankee wont, so I was forced into the back with Eduardo, a far more congenial companion in any event. Pleasant time chatting with him as he's not been on many hikes, of late. Not long and we were parking on Spiller Road, most of the rest of the gang there already. Took a few minutes for everyone to ready themselves and then we were off, Phlegmatic Phil today's non-leader, with Jack Rabbit at the back to ensure any stragglers were always accounted for. Day couldn't have been any better, sky was virtually cloudless, an almost blinding cerulean. 

Crossing a large cattle guard at the bottom of Greyback Mountain Road, we immediately took off into the pines, up the fairly steep hillside. However, we followed a well-worn trail, (Quite a mountain biking area, I gather.), so the going was relatively easy as we didn't climb that far before the path leveled off. Not much later we emerged onto a service road and followed this until we reached the edge of the Campbell Mountain Diversion Reservoir. I later learned that the Campbell Mountain Diversion Dam was constructed in 1967 and this watershed is extremely important to Penticton, inasmuch as water collected is used to irrigate farms, orchards and wineries along Naramata Road, north of Penticton. At any rate, I had no idea that this reservoir even existed.  

It was along the western lip of the extremely narrow, steep valley, more of a very deep ravine, at this point, that we followed the service road, parallel and quite close to the edge, for a bit, before we stopped to let the gang regroup. I took advantage of the brief rest to take an Official Group Photograph, relishing the fact that I didn't have Autocratic Ansel Al to deal with. Once I'd captured the moment, ever mindful Phillster split the party, (There were twenty-two of us!), into two. Jack Rabbit was to lead the foolhardy along a very narrow track, chiseled into the hillside with a small toothpick, a precipitous drop but one slight misstep away. Those not comfortable with this route could join Prudent Phillipo on the service road which skirted the canyon. The two parties would follow their respective leaders and regroup in a small clearing on the bench near the canyon edge. 

I chose to take my life in my hands, (or perhaps, more correctly, put it in Gilliana's palms), and opted for the dizzying drops. Had a number of times to regret my rash decision as we encountered quite a few large trees which had fallen across the narrow track and it was not always easy to make one's way over or around the trunks. Still, I was heartened to have Jud behind me, providing much needed encouragement, pointing out that there was another trail, about 25 metres below the one we were on, and this would certainly stop anyone from plummeting to one's ghastly death! Aside from this gallows humour, the route was more than exhilarating and I was certainly glad I had chosen to brave it out. The views back to the reservoir, into the canyon itself  and across to the other side of the chasm were nothing short of incredible.

Once off the "tightrope" we stopped for a short tea break although Painstakingly Punctilious Phillipo began haranguing us to move out almost before we had a chance for quick bite or a needed sip. Grumbling and grizzling, all the while, we packe dup and set off again, up a short, reasonably steep, though short hillside, to rejoin the service road which lead us to a lovely, large, grassy meadow. Crossing this we skirted the edges of Campbell Mountain, having to negotiate a few small gullies but none at all challenging. The path was sandy, or extremely fine soil, very dry in spite of the amount of rain that had fallen most of the day before. Continued on until we reached a ridge on which a small tower had been erected. According to Robertito it was a navigation aid for craft landing at Pentictonthe Airport. Looking north, towards Summerland and across Okanagan were stunning. Underneath us were spread seemingly endless carpets of orchards and vineyards, interwoven in a magcal, living tapestry.

I assumed we'd stop for lunch here but Fanatical Filipo pushed us on, leading us up, slicing across the western flank of Campbell, along a narrow trail through the pines. Very picturesque and lovely and cool in the shade. Going was not particularly arduous although there were a number of short steep climbs before we stopped for lunch, a few minutes past noon. Spot even boasted a small picnic table which Sergeant Spumoni commandeered for Josinta, St Kilian and myself, Dear Reader. The hoi polloi were forced to sit on ant infested logs or on  grass, thick with ticks! (Robertito noticed one on Carol's shirt and quickly brushed it off.) Still, no matter where you enjoyed your lunch you enjoyed the vistas the ridge afforded even more so: The blindingly blue sky, mirrored, with the slightest dilution on the surface of the lake, the ever so inviting green of the patchwork quilt farmland, the tiny sailboat scudding towards the marina in Summerland, all cried out for attention, "Look at me! Look at me! Look at me!"

Look we did, and even the scarred, torn hillside of the landfill couldn't dampen our spirits as we broke camp and made our way back to Spiller and our vehicles. This last bit was most pleasant as we folowed a well-worn mountain bike trail, (All moving aside to let one hardy soul pass, legs pumping.), down a fairly easy slope, through widely spaced pines, the path dappled and sometimes drenched with sunshine, ourselves pleasantly drowsy from the food we'd just consumed. Back across the cattle guard to thank both Jack Rabbit and Redoubtable Robson for such an astonishing outing. I had ridden along Spiller the day before and yet had not the foggiest that such a spectacular landscape was but a hillside away. What a formidable tag team, Gill and Phil! They hit you with a double whammy that will knock your hiking socks right off!

As I was bidding fond farewell to the rest of gang, particularly to The Babes, Guillermo interupted my leave-taking, insisting I return, immediatley, to Sergeant Spumoni's Humvee. I did so, if releuctantly, and we were soon speeding down Reservoir Road, at full tilt boogie, warp speed in fact, fishtailing, and alarmingly, dangerously so, at each bend and curve in the road. My life flashed before my clenched eyes and I thought how ironic that I was destined to have my being snuffed out in collision with a semi, en route to the landfill, when I could have died, more romantically, tailspinning into the reservoir canyon from the pencil-thin track. Somehow, Sterling Moss Spumoni maintained control of her careening vehicle and I was mightily relieved to hop out on Eckhardt, at the top of Burns. I really wanted to join the rest for java and debriefing, at the KVR Pub, but didn't think I would chance a moment more in the Death Star. Thanking Pushy Pam for pushing the limits of safe driving, I waved goodbye, managing to avoid most of the violent spray of gravel and dust that shot towards me as the car screeched away, its rear tires smoking, leaving skid marks all the way to Main Street!  Map and Stats for hike:

https://connect.garmin.com/modern/activity/1191459892#.V0yzhHcRTos.email

More is correct...Holy cat fish Over! DBJS Holy Smoke and Land of Goshen! PAMJD!

Country me in please! Jos Hello Josinta and Mr Chester! I'm sorry but Penticton is No Country for Dutch Bridge Players! On another, more serious matter, I'm terribly sorry to have heard about Aarturo's obviously severe knee problem. Aside from curtailing many of his normal physical activities it is quite worrisome, of course. Anyway, we are both pleased that both upper-crust Summerland Families will be able to attend dinner this coming Sunday. Fondestos and Cheers, Patrizzio! Pics: Lady Dar's fence painting project and flowering cactii and English lavender!

Hi Pat, Thank you for hosting bridge. I will join you Tuesday evening. Pam
Pat, Thank you for the invitation and thank you for hosting. I will attend😊 Kind regards, Pam Hi Patrick, I will be there tomorrow night, the first bridge for me in many moons, so will see how it goes. Kathy

Hello Bridge Fiends! Due to the overwhelming response for Tuesday's game, we will have enough players for two tables, even if some of the attendees profess a desire to be granted "observer"status! Anyway, looking forward to seeing everyone and thanks for replying. Cheers, Patrizzio! PS: Significant Others more than welcome!

Sandy/Patrizzio, Forwarded as requested … note user name!Pat - thanks for the very newsy report. And the photos - was a pleasure to be able to share your celebration! Regards to Corinne - enjoy your summer!! Sandy ps - other name had a hissy fit with gmail and nuked it a long time ago  

Hi! Mr. Paparazzi Patrick!! Great seeing you & lovely wife at the market. Thanks for the nice pics too. Just heading out for a run, then taking hubby to PRH for his colonoscopy ................... what a bummer!!! Then packing and flying back to ON on Wed. Safe Travels to see Mama & Papa-in-law in Manitoba. See you in July for a hike or bike ride. Cheers!! Mary Lee xo


Dear Patrictric Thanks so much for your well wishes. It will be at least 2 more weeks before I'm up and hiking. On the other hand i'm doing something I rarely do - stay in bed later in the morning, have naps in the afternoon and go to bed early! I am feeling much better than a week ago, so it does get harder and harder to follow the doctors orders. Say hello to all and thanks again for the card. Lou 
 
Dear Corinne & Patrick,

Hope your anniversary celebration was grand, indeed.  I envisioned your endearing fans arriving by the bus loads to be greeted with fine cuisine.
I can remember attending one such fine celebration in Van. When you decided to re marry and then there was Annie’s ninetieth. I sort of went
All out for seven years entertaining the masses on New Year’s Day and finally burnt out.  Can no longer multi task, the thought is exhausting and that is okay.
But I can remember way back when on that one fine day on Jan. 1 when you arrived at our house to experience a house full of strangers, it was then that I
Asked myself what was it all about.  I never had the time to talk to anyone; I really must let you know how unhappy I was that I did not have time to visit
With you.  The open house became so impersonal as I am not an extravert, it became a task.

But I find myself organizing again but for a different reason.  My Mom’s 100th birthday.  It is going well; the concert is in the works and spend a great deal
Of time writing to the directors and instructors as to the flow of the concert. Women’s choir, two dance groups and an orchestra.  It is all quite exciting.
My cousin will sing ‘Ridna Maty Moya’ Dearest Mother.  It is on You Tube.

Had our friends out from Wpg. Jim & Diane Wood see attachment.  Jim has had a shoulder replacement and needs both knees done but has major back problems.
Was a football player in his young life.  Some fifty years ago, Jim & John were heading out on a trip to Europe, but I came along and plans changed. 
Our fiftieth anniversary is this year.

Heard you will be touring the island come this fall visiting your many friends  and you are more than welcome to spend the night here, I am sure John will treat you
to one of his many fine cuisines.

Heading off in the morning for a week touring the islands with the hounds.  Weather is looking good.

To Blue Skies Above

Much Love,
Jean & John