Clovelly (pronounced Clove-ily as in happily or merrily) Harbor. The light-colored building on the left is the Red Lion Hotel. Clovelly is an historic, car-free village nestled on a cliff known for its cobbled traffic-free streets and working port. Visitors can park their vehicles at the visitor center up top and either walk down or take a Land Rover service, which operates from Easter to October, to the harbor for a small charge. The Land Rover service is a convenient way to get around the village, especially for those with mobility issues or who prefer not to walk the steep streets. Donkeys traditionally carried goods up the hill (they no longer do, but are stabled nearby for visitors to visit with), while sledges bring things down, which is a unique feature of Clovelly.’ The village itself is best explored on foot on a cobbled street leading down to the harbor with a few narrow dead-end side streets. There are 83 houses in Clovelly and all of them...
CELEBRATED CHRISTMAS CARDS This is kind of long so you might want to pour yourself a cup of coffee or tea or eggnog before you start? Maybe add a biscuit or two, or perhaps a slice of my Grandma Louise’s fruitcake? I’ve been known to choose lovely Christmas cards to send out to family & friends such as this cheerful neighborhood scene. Or this snowy one in the town of Groveland, California where we lived for 28 years. We had visited friends in Alaska the year we sent this card out. This was the card we sent for Christmas the year we met “Ella”, the little pigeon who suddenly flew into our lives. I couldn’t have found a more perfect card. J And this one went out the year my Dad passed away shortly before Christmas. It just seemed so right. Mostly, though, I like cards with a bit of humor. This was the first card we sent out after my husband and I were married. I forget how many I had to make with the combined list of his family & friends and mine,...
My Dad in the 1930s with, I think, Mt. Shasta behind him. Or it could have been Mt. Lassen? Both are in California's Cascade mountain range. Unfortunately there was no description on the back of the photograph. Mount. Shasta. I tobogganed somewhere up there in the early '60s back when Shasta boasted a ski resort. The town at the foot of the mountain is Mount Shasta City. Mt. Shasta seen from the small community of McCloud, with a red barn to add an artistic touch. Lake Almanor in northern Calif. where the Sierra and Cascade mountain ranges meet, with Mount Lassen in the background. Mt. Edgecumbe in Sitka, Alaska. We were here in 1997 to visit friends. It’s an amazing place with hundreds of large and small forested islands all around – some of the larger ones supporting homes which have to supply their own water, sewer systems, & electricity. And of course they have to take a boat to town to buy groceries, see a doctor, or whatev...
Very funny! And so true, too. I liked the first one best for its authentic history.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the laughs. I also liked the first one best, although the candlelight vigil was good, too.
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