Showing posts with label Abseil. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Abseil. Show all posts

Wednesday, 30 May 2012

Transports of delight

Paint chips will repair with Tippex and lipstick - how useful!
Sumer is icumen in! I'm counting how many different ways there are of getting about. Here are two or three, and I hope to add more as the summer goes by. I know, I know - this is supposed to be a blog full of serious stuff. Sorreee!
Beam me up!

Hula
What's that awful grey church chair doing here?
Second attempt at 'pogo-ing slowly'

Third attempt at pogo-ing slowly















At least my scooter fits me!

Zimmer frame

Monday, 28 May 2012

The film of the book of Viv's abseil

Masquerading as the Queen Mum...

 Viv's abseil


I will tell you how to make the hat at some point..... crochetavistas unite!


Saturday, 26 May 2012

The chicken gene

'But I let myself fall backwards'.
Brill start to the weekend! Despite dreaming that I had slept in and missed my slot, I didn't, and I made it to the Humber Bridge for 9 am, and I am not a morning person! Hurdle no. 1 over. But the story started the day before in one of Barton's best shops - 'This 'n' That' (note correct use of apostrophes here in N Lincs). Well, where would you go to buy hairnet? That place has everything, in the space of your living room. They didn't bat an eyelid when I tried the thing on over my bike helmet.

The Hospice Shop came up trumps too with a frock, and soon I had my fancy dress outfit sorted: 'she dressed up as a vicar's wife'.

Yes I did cycle here!
I feared that aspects of what I was spending my time doing today were not very 'housewifely', so I stood both loo cleaning brushes in a vat of diluted Domestos to offset any feelings of guilt I might have.

(I'm trying to upload quite a few pics to this Blogger outfit, but it's acting as though it too has had a few bottles of San Miguel, so apologies if the order is a bit funny. [It is].)

What do you mean, 'What is the chicken gene?' It's that gene that some of us have that, when someone says, 'We need someone to dress up as a chicken', we are the ones who say 'Oooh yes, I will!' first. [Ignore white space below and scroll down; I don't know why it does that either.]

Would I do it again, and would I do it differently? Certainly! I'd make sure my lipstick was on straight next time!

You tube of beginning and end

More pics below, much too below but I can't make it otherwise.











Have you ever abseiled before? 'No'.







Yes, the flowers are intact. Camouflage at Chelsea flower show!



I felt no fear - I'm afraid of danger, not of heights














'Now what?'


















'Am I supposed to go horizontal?' No.
'By the way, how do I avoid smashing my teeth against the road?'


Teeth intact, I'm off!



















Won't be doing this again for a while, let's have fun!






















'Hi! The gloves they gave me are massive!'







































































































'Suppose I have to sit down sometime. Oh dear! Almost at ground  level.'
It doesn't look very high to me