No, not me. I’m not in Bongo Bongo land. Not this time. John is doing solo.
Shame. You know how I hate it here on the river. But BB is toughing it out, womanfully enduring all that this awful lifestyle throws at her: cold/damp/cramped/miserable. Rueing the day…
Stop this silliness. You know I’m only kidding right..?
OK, so some of his pics make me a tad envious…
And hanker for those – oh so – wide open spaces.
But then, I rather like my unique view of the moon…
Through the round window.
And it only takes one good English sunset over the river…
To make it all alright.
I confess to some nostalgia when I see the old bus…
Real rustic charm.
But my coal mountain…
Trumps his woodpile.
Yes, it is hot there but still needs a little burn up…
Of an evening.
This taken at the house of the first-born. As are these…
Complete with living roof.
And a solar cooker…
In which they bake bread, believe it or not.
Some local flora…
Black-eyed Susan.
Pride of Madeira.
And a Weaver bird tree.
As far as neighbours go – here vs there…
Nothing in it.
He’s been busy clearing the land at Bot River.
And…
Working on the water supply.
As has his mate Ian…
Maybe not so practical, but interesting.
John is in PE just now with his father, who is doing very well.
As are his nasturtiums…
Clearly, I can’t compete…
Gives me loads of joy though.
He is planning a fishing trip.
In this…
Good luck with that.
Boatbird
Boatbird 
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