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Nothing prevents one from appearing natural as the desire to appear natural.

Shag on a rock drowned tree. Coal River, Richmond. July 2012. A special treat for you today. Welcome to the Domingo Los Cinco Primeros! For this Dimanche , I've imported an internazionale flavour, yes a Rätsel ! Yes, it is Quinque Clues Elaborare Responsum! Are you up for it? Můžete vyřešit ? Czy na pewno ? Okay then... Hodiaŭ mi ne estas kie mi kutime povas trovi . Nire kokapena egin behar duzu . Je suis 1.058 kilomètres au nord de la maison . Wenn ich hier lebte, würde ich wahrscheinlich spielen Cricket für Australien . La gente qui pensa che sia l'unico posto da visitare, ma potrebbe anche non fare la top ten . Have you figured it out yet? Pone respondere elit.

An unfortunate thing about this world is that the good habits are much easier to give up than the bad ones.

Continuing our adventures in Richmond, here Ezra contemplates sacrificing his bread roll to the ducks while negotiating a particularly dangerous variation of the Eka Pada Rajakapotasana II A.K.A. the One-Legged King Pigeon Pose II.

A great many people think they are thinking when they are merely rearranging their prejudices.

The path less taken. By the Coal River, Richmond. June 2012. The book reviews are goingto have to wait for a week. I'm too busy baking!

To be happy we must not be too concerned with others.

As ever, Ezra leads the path of the righteous man...

I have always thought the actions of men the best interpreters of their thoughts.

Henry and Ezra face some hard decisions at the all you can eat buffet.

Men have an extraordinarily erroneous opinion of their position in nature; and the error is ineradicable.

Henry has been made ducks of his class! .... [ahem] .... I'll get me coat.

Those are my principles, and if you don't like them... well, I have others.

Bridge over troubled reasonably placid water. Richmond. February 2012. This Watery Wednesday to the almost-still Coal River in Richmond (a far cry from the raging torrent that we visited back in June last year ). Yet is not so much the water as the bridge itself that has got me thinking... It says something about a country when your oldest bridge still in use - the heritage listed Richmond Bridge - only dates back to 1825. As you can see on the bridge itself, the foundation stone was laid in 1823 and the thing itself was constructed using convict labour (the sandstone was quarried nearby and hauled to the site using hand carts) until it eventual completion one hundred and eighty-seven years ago. All this is a far cry from some of those other bridges that you might have visited, like the Kapellbrücke (1333), the Charles Bridge (1357), Si-o-se Pol (1602), or the good-as-new Alcántara Bridge (106) [!!!] All of a sudden, 1823 doesn't quite seem that far away.