Turning wheels
The coach house or, to use its correct name, the Garage Mahal, is a place to which I repair when the cares of the virtual world need soothing by combat with grease, dirt and intractable rusted bolts and screws.

Here, there is an inexhaustible reservoir of things to do, either on some transitory automotive contraption which passes for daily transport or on

My 1928 Studebaker Commander

My 1968 Humber Super Snipe

My 1978 Toyota Carina

Flapping wings
From time to time, a loud and melodious carolling sound informs me that that I have visitors in the back garden. It is time to drop everything and say hello to Pavarotti and his family,

My winged visitors

Australian birdlife

Game played in heaven. . .
Since the Jenkinses hail from South Wales, there are times when priorities must be rearranged to see the men in scarlet take the field

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Updated Jan 2004