So far, I haven’t seen fridges floating down the road, but the cane field not far from my house resembles a rice paddy!And the pretty little stream that flooded dozens of homes two years ago was almost at their boundary fences this morning. Too bad I can’t send the wet stuff to friends in southern NSW!
Does anyone recall the Naica crystal discovery? Several years ago, silver miners in Mexico accidentally broke through into a cave in Naica, discovering some amazing gypsum crystals.I was poking about on the Web looking for something else and found this. A difficult and dangerous place to film, the BBC nevertheless managed this spectacular footage. National Geographic has more pictures here.
I was reminded of my mother’s “coal flowers” although her kitchen chemistry was not quite on the same scale. 🙂 Coal flowers? you ask. Why, yes. Google can find you several instruction sheets if you’d like to “grow” some for yourself. It’s a simple process, seeding a lump of coal with some salts.
from one of the instructional web sites
Mother also brewed beer, both ginger and alcoholic varieties. In pre-fridge days, an exceptionally hot summer put an end to the beer. Man! That stuff went everywhere!I used to make ginger beer, too. Commercial ginger beer’s alcohol content is strictly governed. I think mine might have exceeded that. I don’t make it these days, preferring either water or wine, but Jamie Oliver has a “quickie” version on his site
I was back in the studio this morning, re-printing as some of last week’s prints were not “good enough.” Hopefully, this run will look OK when dry. They’d better – delivery date is next week!
The Man and his friend spent the weekend tinkering with the Mustang’s carburettor. And other technical stuff. It was noisy and smelly. And the resident possum was NOT impressed.
On Sunday afternoon, he’d had enough and who could blame the poor critter, with that thundering 289 engine reverberating around his little iron cubby hole!
He headed out, along the beam to await the night in comparative peace on the far side of the house.
So… the “master mechanics” were engrossed in choke levers and and general gizmometry when The Man said:”Hold it! We’ve got a fuel leak somewhere!”
Um…no, actually. What they had was a possum leak!