Cvlog The view of where you would like to be!
The idea behind this page is for you to send in pics of where you would like to be.
This morning I applied for a refund from British Airways for the flights I had booked to Kalamata for a couple of weeks at the beginning of June in Stoupa with Terry. It's not that long ago that I did the
mark-up of last year's trip and I was looking forward to being there again this year.

Straight off the plane we headed for the
Pende Adelphia for a Mythos last June and we would have done the same this year as well.
So show us where would like to be or where you were. More from me later, if I don't get anything from you!
On the river from Samuel Pepys 1667 30 April
I am a great fan of
Sam Pepys and read his
diary entry for the corresponding date in the 1660s every morning, in fact I am on my second trawl through his diary which I started reading when its online version was started in 2003 by Phil Gifford. Sadly, the current volume is nearing its end, but guess what? I'll be happy to start at the begining again for another decade of pleasant reading.
Here is an extract from
yesterday's entry ... just what I would like to do
Sunday 28 April 1667
(Lord’s day). Lay long, my pain in my back being still great, though not so great as it was. However, up and to church, where a lazy sermon, and then home and to dinner, my wife and I alone and Barker.
After dinner, by water — the day being mighty pleasant, and the tide serving finely, I up (reading in Boyle’s book of colours), as high as Barne Elmes, and there took one turn alone, and then back to Putney Church, where I saw the girls of the schools, few of which pretty; and there I come into a pew, and met with little James Pierce, which I was much pleased at, the little rogue being very glad to see me: his master, Reader to the Church.
Here was a good sermon and much company, but I sleepy, and a little out of order, for my hat falling down through a hole underneath the pulpit, which, however, after sermon, by a stick, and the helpe of the clerke, I got up again, and then walked out of the church with the boy, and then left him, promising him to get him a play another time.
And so by water, the tide being with me again, down to Deptford, and there I walked down the Yard, Shish and Cox with me, and discoursed about cleaning of the wet docke, and heard, which I had before, how, when the docke was made, a ship of near 500 tons was there found; a ship supposed of Queene Elizabeth’s time, and well wrought.