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Feline Friday – #93 – Smile, you’re on Amazon!

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Freddie, Frankie and I are too busy killing fleas to take time out for photos today. We haven’t had fleas here for at least five years. This year the fleas have organized their armies and invaded the house.

I applied a couple of half doses to the cats earlier on but it’s time to get serious. It’s extremely humid here and those fleas are in heaven.

I ordered a bunch of flea supplies on Amazon so this seems like a good excuse to spread the word about AmazonSmile. Maybe everybody already knows about this, but maybe not…

Through AmazonSmile, Amazon donates 0.5% of the price of your eligible purchases to the charitable organization of your choice. I chose SPCALA, a Los Angeles based animal rescue organization. So far I haven’t met a product that wasn’t eligible.

AmazonSmile offers the same products, prices and service as Amazon. So why not take advantage of it? You just have to remember to start out each time at AmazonSmile instead of Amazon. I still forget sometimes.

Happy Friday! Be cool, be dry, be flea-free!

(Just in case somebody out there is wondering, NO I am not getting compensated in any way for this plug for AmazonSmile!)

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The UK – Worthing, Sussex – day five – the homestead

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You might think I would be in a hurry to visit the old neighborhood right away. But I was enjoying getting the feel of Worthing first before making the trip over there.

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I was now pretty familiar with the walk up to Worthing Station.

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This was my first trip on a train since arriving in the UK. I had intended to travel by rail from London but that plan didn’t work out. And I had opted to take the bus for my journey from Worthing to Brighton two days before. So it was exciting to be on the Southern line as I LOVE traveling by train.

worthingMy destination was Durrington-on-Sea. When I was in high school I would travel by train between Durrington (where we lived) and the Worthing Station. I haven’t figured out the difference between towns designated as “on-sea” and those named “by-sea.” Durrington is about one mile from the sea front.

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This is the street leading from the station. There certainly weren’t as many cars or as many buildings when I was walking home all those decades ago. It’s like another planet.

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This pub was certainly there on the corner but I don’t recall if it was the Golden Lion back then.

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The Strand Parade was our local shopping spot. My mother would send me to buy a loaf of bread or a can of beans. But for any big shopping we would take the bus or ride our bikes into Worthing.

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Maybridge was the name of the elementary school I walked to. Now it’s called Orchards Community Middle School.

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The bridge over the railway line at the end of Bolsover Road where we lived. My father rode his bike over this bridge to work every day. This bridge was the culprit in the decision to leave England and move to a warmer climate (which happened to be Florida). If my dad had just bought himself a car with a heater for the winter months, I believe we would have remained in Worthing!

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The roundabout at the end of Bolsover Road. When I walked to Maybridge my cat Koko would follow me as far as the roundabout. I have memories of him meeting me there on the way back from school but that could be a fantasy, I’m not sure. I lived in Worthing from the age of approximately eight until twelve… so about five years. But they are the last years of my life I have a clear memory of until adulthood.

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The Homestead. 45 Bolsover Road, Worthing, Sussex, UK. I began looking at The Homestead on Google Satellite about a year ago. And that spawned the idea of visiting Worthing. The house was brand new when we moved in. The area was newly developed in the mid 1950s.

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There were no cars parked in the street back then. Each house had a tiny garage. But nowadays pretty useless to park a car in I suppose. We lived in the right hand side of the duplex or semi-detached house. This was, and probably still is, a pretty common configuration in England. You can see “our” side of the building is sporting a new roof! My bedroom was at the right side top with the small window. On summer evenings (when it was light until about 10:00pm) I would hang out of the window wishing I could be outside. I still vividly remember the wallpaper. Two walls with pink, highly patterned squares and the other two walls with a light grey background and pink dots.

worthingEvidently the Hosier’s live there now in my house. My mother (who was born in Argentina of British parents) named the house Mirasol (look at the sun). As none of the neighbors was familiar with Spanish, my mother recounted that they thought the name meant Miriam and Solomon and that we were Jewish. In fact, the neighbors on the left hand side were Jewish. And at the end of the street, lived a Catholic family. This is important to note because in the 1950s in Sussex, if not all of England, the population was primarily homogeneous: white, Anglo-Saxon, Christian, Protestant. That was us!

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Looking back from the end of the street.

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The walk from our house to Orchards MIddle (or Junior) School, formerly Maybridge Elementary, is a little over half a mile. I didn’t even need Google maps, the route was still in my head. It was like I had walked there yesterday.

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This circular building is new (since my time).

worthingThis is the building I remember. Mr. Last was the last teacher I had at Maybridge before transfering to Worthing High School for Girls. I loved that man as a teacher. He was a kind soul. That final term I was the top student in my class. And I think that was the last time I really liked school… until AFTER I graduated from UCLA and started attending continuing education classes at UCLA Extension in my mid twenties!!!

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I walked back to Bolsover Road and over the bridge on Shaftsbury Avenue. This was Goring Congregational Church where my mother forced me to go to Sunday School. It is now Goring United Reformed Church. Goring and Durrington are both districts (along with seven others) within the Borough of Worthing. As far as I remember, our address was always Worthing, not Durrington.

I kind of got the heebie jeebies as I was passing this building as I never really did grasp the idea of religion, much to my mother’s dismay.

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Still walking on Shaftsbury Avenue on the way to the beach.

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Here we are at the Worthing Sailing Club at the end of Sea Place. My mother and I would walk down to the beach on a summer evening (when there was no school) around nine o’clock… a less than half hour walk. The tide would be way way way out and we walked through the tide pools looking for sea anenomies and crabs. Life was good at that point in time. Would be nice to freeze it right there.

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Looking east from Goring to downtown Worthing.

I walked along the sea front snapping random photos sucking up the sea air, reliving memories of life at the beach in Worthing. Click on an image for slide show:

I walked to Marine Gardens where I stopped for lunch. Fish ‘n chips and apple cider. I was soaking up the moment.

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How wonderful life is! No matter what has gone before, I am thankful and fortunate to be here now. And in Worthing, no less!

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It seems this seagull was attempting to impress his potential mate with a gift. If you look closely it is actually in the shape of a heart. Seagulls are not stupid.

I continued on with my walk towards Worthing Pier and my hotel. Click on image below for slide show:

I was intrigued by the custom of placing flowers on the benches. I saw this on multiple occasions. Very nice.

So Day Five’s adventure came to an end… and looking forward to Day Six!

 

 

 


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Feline Friday – #92 – cat condo and micro greens

Freddie and Frankie

It’s a law. Both cats are looking straight ahead into the camera. But as soon as the human clicks the shutter, one cat has to look away. Of course it would have to be Frankie The Monster.

Freddie and Frankie

I ordered a few things from Amazon this week. I placed all the boxes on the floor in a cat condo arrangement so they could take their pick. As you will note, there are two good size boxes available. Frankie has to cram himself into the least size-appropriate box. Nobody can accuse me of not providing him with adequately sized boxes.

Freddie and Frankie

Freddie curls up in one of the boxes but as soon as I run for the camera he decides to investigate my shoes while Frankie feigns indifference (as usual).

Freddie and Frankie

I rearrange the boxes and Frankie shows his versatility by choosing a larger box, even though there are two smaller boxes at hand (although out of the frame of the camera). It was probably because Freddie was in the box and Frankie decided to appropriate it… that is normal. Wherever Freddie is sitting or whatever he is doing, Frankie The Bully (aka The Monster) has to take over. And Gentle Giant Freddie lets him.

Freddie and Frankie

It was hot today in little old Culver City. 102° F (39° C). So the boys spent most of the day out on the front balcony catching whatever breezes they could.

Freddie and Frankie

I am quite the farmer these days, growing micro greens in pots on the balcony. My crops include kale, mustard, endive, basil, buckwheat. Also parsley and cilantro. The little plants grow to about an inch to two inches tall. Every day I harvest some for my salad.

Freddie and Frankie

I soak the seeds before planting in the soil. Here mustard and kale are soaking. I also make my own sprouted seeds (such as alfalfa, broccoli, radish) and a variety of beans. In the third jar are mung beans. Of course, sprouted seeds and beans don’t go into the soil, they are sprouted in their respective jars.

Both the micro greens and the sprouts are a lot of work… even more work than cats, believe it or not! But it’s fun watching everything grow. I’ve had some disasters and disappointments but I’ve learned from my mistakes and like everything else it’s a matter of getting a system down that works for you.

This is an article on the benefits of micro greens: https://www.webmd.com/diet/news/20120831/tiny-microgreens-packed-nutrients#1

Too bad I can’t get the cats to eat micro greens but Freddie eats the second growth of the wheatgrass/barley grass that I grow for my vitamin drink. My late cat Pharoah loved to eat the grass too. Click here for a post about Pharaoh with a photo of his pots of grass. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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California Art Club at the Natural History Museum

I had previously visited the California Art Club 107th Annual Gold Medal Exhibition at the Natural History Museum with my friend SB when we stopped by the Butterfly Pavilion a couple of weeks ago. I liked it so much I suggested it as an activity for our Culver City Art Group
It’s so hard to get people to leave home. One other member, aside from BG and myself, showed up.
Too bad as they missed a super exhibit. I have to say I have never seen so many wonderful paintings in one place. The exhibit ended today. I only wish it went on longer as I would have visited it a third time!
Not only inspirational for painters but for photographers (like myself) as well.The composition is the same for a painter and a photographer. I get a lot of ideas from looking at paintings. This road cutting through Death Valley makes the painting. You probably can’t see it but there’s a car on the highway with red tail lights.
I love this bridge at Yosemite. I’ve taken a few photos of it!I enjoy taking photos of chairs and benches so this appealed to me.
Market Street in San Francisco, one of my favorite cities.california art club

This painting at the entrance to the exhibit was one of my favorites. After the exhibit we ventured outside where members of the California Art Club were painting scenes of the gardens.

BG recognized Xavier Gonzalez, a very talented artist who used to be a member of the Culver City Art Group. He was invited to paint with the California Art Club.

We stopped to talk to this gentleman, Donald Townes, who was painting a very colorful scene. You can see another spectacular ocean painting of his here.

One last painting of Malibu from the vineyards in the hills.

I’m a member of the Natural History Museum and I find it money well spent as I enjoy the permanent exhibits and the temporary exhibits like this one!


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Feline Friday – #91 – Grecian cats

In 2007 my friend KJ and I took a cruise of the Greek islands on the Perla, a small-ish ship (1095 passengers, 395 cabins). We started out in Athens and visited Crete, Delos, Mykonos, Patmos, Rhodes and Santorini.

I encountered quite a few cats along the way and took photos of some of them. The photo above was taken at the Roman Agora in Athens. The cat took a shine to us and followed us around for a while, then jumped up on the map to help us plan our visit.


This photogenic gentleman was well known and I was told collecting money from tourists for his cats padded his ouzo budget, but that was okay with me. One for the cats, one for the ouzo sounded fair and I was happy to contribute!

We spent a considerable amount of time in the Plaka area of Athens. KJ was and is still a souvenir store junkie so what could I do? As we were leaving one evening I turned around and saw this Tuxedo cat sitting outside this pottery store.

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It turned out to be one of those serendipity moments as when I returned home I painted a ceramic tile of the scene.

This Tuxedo seemed very serene, waiting patiently for dinner further along the street.

grecian catsThis beautiful ginger tabby was enjoying the sun at the Palace of Knossus on Crete. While the tour guide droned on and on and on I was trying to be as zen as this cat.

Still at Knossus, these dogs were roaming around. I was concerned about the lone cat at left but he seemed able to take care of himself.

Another Tuxedo, this one was at Patmos.

Also Patmos, this guy (or gal) was chowing down on some juicy bacon…

greek catsBut this little guy won the jackpot with toast, chicken and bacon.

In my travels in other countries, outside of the US or the UK, I have to admit I am troubled by the number of cats and dogs in the streets, seemingly without a home. But they all seem well fed and taken care of. Certainly there is horrendous abuse of pet cats and dogs in the US, so I can’t point fingers. It’s just a different attitude towards animals as pets.


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BG and RMW’s big birthday bash

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Pershing Square Building in downtown LA with PERCH restaurant/bar on the roof.

My birthday is in May and my friend BG’s birthday is in June so we decided to have a birthday bash this past Saturday. The last time we did a birthday bash was two years ago which I documented at this link.

https://onegoodlife.wordpress.com/2016/07/08/belated-birthday-bash/

Left to right. US Bank Building, Deloitte Building (formerly Gas Building), new construction, California Plaza (in background), Title Guarantee Building, Pershing Square Building (peeking in at right side)

We’re in the middle of June Gloom (not to be confused with May Gray although very similar!). The good news is the sun usually comes out late morning/early afternoon.

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Not sure what building this is but I love the mural

We both live in Culver City so we took the Expo Line train to 7th Street Metro Center Station and walked a few blocks (we could have transferred to the Red Line and exited at Pershing Square but it wasn’t worth the effort for a one-minute ride).

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There’s construction going on all over LA these days… mixed use projects… too much traffic, too many people…

 

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Detail of the Pershing Square Building. The 1920s were the glory days of downtown… fortunately most of the beaux artes and art deco buildings still remain to live a new life today.

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We took the elevator to Perch on the 15th floor of the Pershing Square Building. We ordered our drinks. B liked the idea of the My Fair Lady with vodka. I ordered the gin Hemingway on the Beach. I don’t particularly like very sweet drinks and this fit the bill. We each had two cocktails (it was our birthday bash…).

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We both ordered the Huevos Rancheros. I happen to be an expert on this dish (!) and I have to say this was about the best I have ever laid eyes on and eaten! They came with Perch potatoes that melted in my mouth. I’m also a potato aficionado…

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I can only assume these were the original 1920s tile floors… exquisite.

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downtown la

If you love downtown LA as I do, you can’t go wrong with this view. As I was sucking up the huevos I was looking directly at the Title Guaranty Building. Originally built as an office building it is now re-used as residential lofts, as are many of the 1920s office buildings in downtown.

California Plaza in the center. Beneath it is the Subway Building. Yes, there was a subway in LA.

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Looking down on Pershing Square with the Biltmore Hotel at right middle.

It’s fabulous to see the revitalization of downtown which really began in the 1980s. Before that it had become a virtual dead zone. It’s weird to think that most of the people who now live downtown in converted lofts and apartments weren’t even on the planet when the area was pretty much desolate. But I remember!

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Detail of the Title Guaranty Building

la downtownWe were told that our table reservation could only be held for 15 minutes if we were late. We could see why as the place was packed for lunch on Saturday.

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We were entertained by Emma-Jane and her band. A lovely selection of songs.

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View of the restaurant interior and bar

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We visited the 16th floor which is a bar only. Looked very cosy. And the sun was coming out.

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US Bank Building, Biltmore Hotel,Deloitte Building, California Plaza

We could have stayed at Perch for the rest of the day as we felt so relaxed and comfortable. But it was time to move on.

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We were on our way to the Intercontinental Wilshire Grand. On the way we passed one of my favorite buildings, originally the Sanwa Bank Building, not sure what it is currently. It’s a beautiful 1990s homage to the art deco style of the 1920s.

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Street entrance to Wilshire Grand Hotel

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Entrance to Wilshire Grand

 

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Across the street, another of my favorite buildings, originally a Home Savings bank, the lobby is on the 6th floor to allow parking on the lower floors because the Red Line train station was built under the building where underground parking would have been. Maybe the new Wilshire Grand took a cue from Home Savings with their 70th floor lobby?

la downtownla downtownThe Wilshire Grand lobby offers fabulous views of downtown, an upscale bar and comfy seating.

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la downtownThis thingamajig is holding the building up!

la downtownThe first time I saw the view from these windows I had a bad vertigo attack. Now I’ve been up there a few times it doesn’t bother me. It’s all in the head.

la downtownView of Echo Park Lake, about 3 miles from downtown. This reminded me that I need to visit there before the Lotus flowers fade.

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We ordered drinks… some concoction with Roses Lime Juice. Very tasty but too sweet for me.

We ordered drinks  At 4:00pm the open air rooftop bar opened… we were on it! I felt like I was on a cruise ship. Hmm… it’s been a few years since I’ve been on a cruise… I think I’m ready to go again!

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The mast which makes this the fake tallest building in LA!

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B ordered another sweet drink but I went with a Gin Gibson to get that tart onion flavor. We shared an order of chicken wings for some much needed protein.

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It was a wonderful experience sitting on top of the world, but we wanted to go west to the Santa Monica Pier to finish up the day. Fortunately we were just a few footsteps away from the train station. So we jumped on the Expo Line and headed for the beach. The pier was jammed with people out for a summer evening.

la downtownWe were glad we weren’t driving and having to hunt for a parking space!

santa monicaAll the cars on Pacific Coast Highway were heading back into town.

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santa monica

Despite all the people I always love to see the ocean. There’s no way I could ever live far from it.

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santa monica

We walked back into downtown Santa Monica. santa monica

The Third Street Promenade was alive and well on a Saturday night. We were looking for ice cream but settled for milk shakes. I ordered a Kit Kat shake. The last time I had a milk shake was at a McDonald’s in Oregon in 2015. It was a vanilla shake and possibly the best thing I ever ate in my life! But this shake was even better. Maybe in three years I can have another shake!

We headed home to Culver City on the Expo Line, two very happy birthday girls…

 

 

 


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Feline Friday – #90 – welcoming committee and a hopeful story

Freddie and Frankie

Frankie and Freddie, the official welcoming committee for any hummingbirds who might drop by.

Freddie and Frankie

So what time do you think the hummingbirds will be arriving exactly?

Frankie

That was hard work. Time for a snooze in the latest Amazon box.

And a link to a hopeful story about a litter of four mountain lion kittens discovered in the Santa Monica Mountains. All four kittens are females and are now known as P-66, P-67, P-68, and P-69.

https://patch.com/california/calabasas/watch-4-baby-mountain-lions-found-santa-monica-mountains

If that link is unavailable in you area, try this one. In fact, this might be the better link as there is a good video.

4 Blue-Eyed, Spotted Mountain Lion Kittens Discovered in Simi Hills Area


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Buttorfleoge or Flutterby… it’s Butterfly to me!

natural history museum butterflies

In researching the origin of the name “butterfly” I came up with two possibilities. 1. The Anglo-Saxons coined the word ‘butterfloege’ because the most common butterfly at the time was the yellow brimstone butterfly. 2. They were called flutterby (obviously because they fluttered by) in Victorian times and after a while the name was reversed to butterfly. Maybe a combination of both.

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I make the effort to visit the Butterfly Pavilion at the Los Angeles County Natural History Museum every two or three years.

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It’s somewhat of a meditative experience to mingle with the winged creatures for half an hour.

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Our reservation was for 11:00am and I must say the creatures were very active at that time of day.

natural history museum butterflies

The docent informed us they were fluttering around looking for the right place to lay their eggs.

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The butterflies can’t lay their eggs just any old place. It has to be the right plant or the eggs won’t hatch, or if they hatch they will die.

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So every kind of butterfly has a specific plant to lay its eggs on.

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So when humans wipe out certain kinds of plants the butterflies get wiped out too.

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We humans continue to cause all kinds of havoc for nature.

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In the pavilion there was plenty of mating going on.

Please click on an image below for slide show.

 

 


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The UK – Worthing, Sussex – day four – pier and pubs

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Thursday morning I walked from the Chatsworth Hotel to Worthing Station, a very pleasant walk through downtown Worthing and some residential neighborhoods, to meet my friend B who came down from London for the day. The last time I saw him was when he visited LA about eighteen months ago.

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One of the days he was in LA on that trip we visited the Santa Monica Pier so it seemed appropriate we should make a beeline for the Worthing Pier. B has been to LA many times. He is a world traveler and has been to every continent on the planet. Quite an achievement! But he had never explored Worthing.

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Previously to making the trip to Worthing I had joined a Facebook group, The Bald Explorer. I asked for ideas for pubs and restaurants in Worthing. Thanks to Jon Ford, Linda Kane and Dorinda Bennett for their suggestions.

B is fond of beer and takes his friends on pub crawls in London so I thought that would be a good idea to keep him entertained!

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But first I had to show him the pier and beach area so we could work up an appetite for food and alcohol.

Our first port of call was for lunch. As Worthing is known for its fresh fish, it made sense to eat at The Crab Shack. We ordered the Skatefish. I had never heard of it before. We were instructed to scrape the flesh off the bone. It was delish. Came with roasted potatoes.

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worthing

Our next stop was the Beach House. I let B choose the beer at each pub as I know nothing about the brew. I am a wino but when in England I have to drink the brown stuff!

We visited most of the places on the list I was given, and then some.

Anchored in Worthing was probably the most eccentric, in a very good way.

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I asked the proprietor if it was okay to take a photo of him as he made B and I feel like old friends! His clientele all seem to know each other very well.

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What more can you ask for than a Tardis as the entry way? Wish I had known about this when M was visiting as he is a huge Dr. Who fan.

After this we hit a few other pubs we saw as we were walking, including The Corner House, but I don’t have photos. Sometimes it’s difficult to shoot pics and avoid patron’s faces and I don’t like invading people’s privacy even though it’s legal.

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My friend B outside JBs pub, still standing after a few! I’m sure he wouldn’t mind me saying that he can drink two to my one. We go way back. Our relationship has taken many forms over the years, up and down, but I’m happy we remain friends to this day.

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I lost count of how many pubs and the quantity of beer. Brooksteed Alehouse was our last stop of the day. It was just a few footsteps away from Worthing Station and B’s train was leaving at 9:00pm. I wish I could show you photos inside but the pub was crowded and all my photos clearly show people’s faces which I don’t like to publish. This was probably my favorite… or maybe by this time I was feeling no pain. It was very friendly and welcoming. I could see making this my personal pub if I was living in the area.

So I said goodbye to B. At 9:00pm it was still light enough for me to feel safe walking back to the hotel. In any case, I did feel safe while I was in Worthing.

It was another fantastic day in Worthing. I was definitely falling in love with the place.

 

 

 


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Feline Friday – #89 – take your cat hiking

Friday at Bryce

I’m tired of dog owners boasting that one of the benefits of a canine companion over a cat is that you can take the dog hiking. So I am advocating: take your cat hiking!

Several years ago I was on a hiking trip to Bryce Canyon National Park in Utah, USA. This is the image I created for my Christmas card that year.

The feline is my late, great cat Friday who passed away in 2013. You will note the sign requiring hiking boots, therefore he is wearing them. Also the sign specifies no dogs. Doesn’t say anything about cats!