"Trekking form Jiri??"
The old boy tutted and walked off down the Ghats at Varanasi, mumbling "Too many steps!"

Now it doesn't take much to confuse me but, I was confused at this point as we picked our way to the beautiful Ganesh temple. I was confused because Derek had assured me that the route we were taking was the "old" trekking route and therefore much better than flying into Namsche Bazarre as most trekkers do from Kathmandu. Namsche Bazarre is at a height of about 11,000 feet and trekkers would aclimetize there before going on to Gorok Shep and base camp. Jiri, where we started, was much lower so Derek told me, we would get aclimetized better.
Like a berk...I believed him!!
The bus ride to the small Nepalese town of Jiri was almost 12 hours from our last stop for supplies. These were emergency supplies of chocolate and tinned ham and other packets of trekkers dried food a bit like pot noodles, which when added with boiling water would give you a supposed meal!! I say supposed because they were god-awfull, and indeed made the traditional pot noodle seem like a sunday roast in comparison!! Now at this stage I had never done any "serious" trekking in my life....Derek and I had done "training" treks in Derbyshire and Yorkshire before undertaking this expedition and infact when I had first tried on my fully loaded backpack back home at my pub, I almost toppled over backwards!! I was much more used to hiking and therefore having only a 20 litre day pack. My backpack (the one I am wearing to the right in my banner) was a whacking, great 65 litres and weighed about 20lbs!! just under a quarter of my total body weight at that time. During the trek I was to off-load some of the contence of my pack to Derek as it was just too knackering to lug about..Now let me explain about the trails from Jiri. They are indeed stone steps!! Very steep stone steps, and they are not level or safe and often slippery with mud, slush and snow! By as soon as day too on the trek I was begining to wonder just what I had left myself in for!...Also because our route was transveresing the Himalaya. In other words every day was "climb, decend, climb, decend" and it was totally exhausting! I had read some sound advice about trekking in Nepal about a year before we left and it said "when you look, stop and look. When you trek, Trek! This proved to be true, several times over when I lost my footing. We were in February and a good time to watch the beautiful rhodendrons out in bloom. Derek is a big chap and his legs are far longer than mine so he was leaping about like a mountain goat. I, however, would be transfixed by the awesome scenery, while trying to keep up with him, with my rock scrabbling, slipping and sliding everywhere! It was awful!! and we provided much entertainment for the locals!!
The night before the snow storm...we were lost!!
Derek had, had the map and I the compass but his map reading skills are not the best. We spent the day climbing to a snowy ridge called Lamjhura pass at 10,000 feet and appeared to be going around in circles as when we stopped at some villages for tea, I would ask my usual "Yo ghar unkho nhame keho?" translated means "what is the name of this village?" at 3 seperat villages I had got the same reply "GOYEM!" This was amazingly confusing but we concluded we were, indeed, on the right track and there must be a lower Goyem, middle Goyem and and upper Goyem...all of which were not on our map. Many villages wern't on the map either, but I had read to expect this, so we carried on to the upper of the three, where we were to make camp for the night. There were a couple of bhatti's (tiny cafe's) and a small school. It was a pleasent enough place and I was very relived to be stopping for the night, as our cold fingers worked on erecting our small, mountain tent. With the tent up and sorted we made our way to a bhatti for supper, much rakshi drinking and my journal writing. I remember I had been quite tipsy, when I was accosted by the village school teacher who appeared to be equally drunk. (drinking in Nepal is a national obsession!) with sign language and my crap Nepalese I gathered she wanted to take me to meet her school children!! This was to be the most delightful part of the evening! She led me to her small wooden walled school and quite suddenly I felt like some kind of movie star as I was greeted by 40 or so squeeling, excited kids aged about 7!! I was invited to sit cross legged in front of the school room and groups of children thrust their school books under my nose for me to write some "Engerishhh" in them!! The teacher was delighted!! and with our session ended she took me back to the bhatti and even bought me a "special" Yak butter raksi!! By now I was quite drunk! and our supper of Dhal Baht Takari (a kind of lentil stew and rice) had arrived...To wards the end of our supper, our landlord came rushing over with a red face and very flustered.....
"Snow storm come, Snow storm come!!" he yelled!!
We looked at each other and hastily finished our supper and thanked the landlord as we hurridley left!
The landlord was not joking either!!
When we got out side there was a really nasty blizzard that had suddenly blown up, and we could hardly see our way back to the tent! In the mountains this often happens! It can be quite warm and sunny one second and the next you get a blizzard!!
Somehow we got back to our tent and bungled our selves up for the night. I remember I squeezed myself into my mountain sleeping bag and was even wearing 4 pairs of socks!! But I was still frozen as the blizzard slammed into our tent. Derek had a small bottle of rum and a small flask of boiling water borrowed from the bhatti, and this warmed us as we drifted to sleep, somehow!
"SCHEEEKET!"
This odd sound woke me in the middle of the night, and to my relife the wind seemed to have calmed!!
"SCHEEKET!"
The sound came again, and my newly woke brain began to process this new noise!
It was coming from the tents outer cover, and sounded like razor sharp claws, were scraping down the cover of the tent!!!
The noise came again and much closer to my ear this time. I shook Derek awake and in a paniced voice, stage whispered!
" There is a f*****g YETI out side the tent!!!"
Derek fround at me and was just about to say "don't be bloody stupid" when the noise came again!! He paused and looked to the area of the tent from where the sound had come...slowly and quietly he moved to unzip the tent and have a peak outside!
"be carefull, I hissed!!"
The next thing I heard was his giggling!
"Wha.....!"
"Your yeti is just lumps of snow falling off the outside of the tent!" he said, cheerfully!!
....its amazing what altitude sickness can do to the mind!!

Ok that's all for today folks...but there is more to come!! "oh noooooooooo!" I hear you moan!! "not more travel waffle!" hehehehe, yeah sorry!!
I will wright part two of this very soon!
*lights ciggie and makes tea*

This is me at Goyen...

At about 6:30am (local time) an Air India 737-400 crashed, over-shooting the runway at Mangalore in south India!!

Woke to this heart breaking news this morning!

As many of you know by now I have a special love for India and have visited this awesome country about 12 times now...but this horrible news this morning reminded me of the nerve racking landing at Kerela airport just south of Mangalore. As travel expert Simon Calder put it "This was a table top airport" meaning the runway has steep drops either side. In my opinion these runways are simply too short!!! While coming into land at Kerela we began an unusually steep decent and we were flying aboard the same type of aircraft Boeing 737-400. This steep drop was horrible and felt like we were just "falling" out of the sky, rather than the gentle "step" drop you normally get. Both Derek and I had looked at each other nervously and then around the cabin at our fellow passengers (mostly Indian) who appeared to be calm and relaxed...watching local reaction when your traveling is a good indication as to "whats normal"...such as on a mad Indoniesian bus ride. If the locals are relaxed, then this ride is normal!!! In the cabin all was normal, so we supposed this steep drop was normal to, but it was making me feel sick!! To this date I have only ever had air-sickness once, and I have forgotten how many times I have actually flew!! So my sickly feeling was unusual to me! When we landed the force of full reverse thrust slammed us in our seats and just a few seconds later we were at a standstill on the runway!!! Hence it is in my opinion that these runways are simply too short!!! However flying in India is excellently safe, more so than most asian countries!!
Here is an oddity though!
I have never felt safe on either a 737 or an Airbus!!!....and I have no idea why! The only thing I can think of is the amount of really bad clear air turbulence I have felt aboard these jets. One classic example was flying home from Goa...as we bounced about on board the seat belt sign "bonged" as Vicky, here was tucking into a rather gorgeous bottle of coconut liquor, getting rather tiddled in the process. Anyway I didn't need to put my seat belt on as I was already wearing it, as I do on all flights!! Pilots MUST keep their seat belts on at all times so my principle is "if its good enough for the pilots, is good enough for me" ...now, mildly drunk I, inevitably needed the toilet so I un-clipped my seat belt and made my way wobbly up the aisle while clinging on for dear life!!!
"Make it stop!!! Make it stop!!!" a terrified screach came from my right and a woman I had been chatting to while we were in the que for boarding, suddely grabbed my trousers and very nearly tripped me over!! She was in a state of compleat hysterics!!! Crying and squeeling and I was indeed surprized that a flight attendent hadent come over to calm her. Anyway, busting for a wee I took her hand and said gently...
"Its just nasty air. Its called clear air turbulance, so there are air pockets we bounce about on" I smiled at her!!
"Whats clear air turbulance?" she cried "Why is this happening to us??" She was still holding my hand in a death grip!
"Just let me go to the toilet and I will come back very soon!" I told her...she carried on crying and gripping my hand which I gently let go of. Like Arni in Terminator, I told her "I'll be back"
I got to the aircraft loo and wee'd for Britain!!
When I got back she was still crying and mumbling but on seeing me she smiled and reached out for me. I took her hand and knelt down in the aisle next to her seat and calmly explained what this turbulence was. She seemed to calm a little and then she said "Why are you so calm?" I told her I was a bit tiddled, and offered her some of my coconut liquor which she accepted gladly...I half expected a flight attendant to come over and get me back to the safety of my seat, but this never happened. Also I realised I was risking my life being in the cabin with no seat belt on in severe turbulence. People have been killed by clear air turbulence by not wearing their seat belts, as if the aircraft drops suddenly you can smash your head on the roof of the cabin. I was not really thinking about this though. I simply wanted to calm and reassure this poor woman. After about half an hour the turbulence leveled off and the seat belt sign bonged off with sighs of relife around the cabin. By now I was quite angry that a flight attendant had not come over to calm this panicing passenger, and indeed get me back to my seat!! No they were all safely buckled in with their belts!! They must have realised I was doing a good job and did not need to interfere! But its not my job to calm fellow passengers! Cabin crew are trained for it!!!
Anyway this is why I am non too keen to fly on the 737!!
My favorite aircraft is the classic 747-400, where I have always felt very "at home" simply because this jet can climb above most bad turbulence, giving the passengers a very smooth ride!

This crash needs to be investigated VERY carefully!! and evaluations need to be done on the length of this ultra short runways in south India!! 737's are big jets and it appears to me that the captain of this aircraft sadly just ran out of runway...I await the investigations!

My heart goes out to the friends and family's of the poor souls that perished, today. May God rest them all! x

.........its difficult to think what to write at this point!
Except this day, 474 years ago a Queen of England was murdered!
Indeed the first Queen of England to be executed!!

Queen Anne had been so very brave!
On her final day she had her favorite ladies about her and her final Mass had been an emotional one. She also swore her innocence of all her supposed crimes on the Body of Christ!!
Then she bravely waited....and waited...Her jailer Sir William Kingston had been trying desperatly to get a definate hour for the execution, but it had been proved to be difficult as the infamous Hangman of Calais had been delayed on the road to London. Kingston noted that Anne appeared to take "much joy" in death, and she was calm and indeed jolly. This is where the famous comment about the "little neck" came from! Kingston had told Anne that there had been a further delay and Anne has said she was sad it was delayed and "hoped to be dead by noon and past my pain!" Gently, Sir William told her there would be no pain as the swords man of France was an expert, and the blow would be so subtle and swift. To this Anne had laughed and circled her long, delicate fingers around her own neck and said "...and I have a little neck!"
Finally, at 9am she was lead into the the early summer sunshine...and thus unto her death.
Anne had chosen her out-fit carefully! a grey damask over kirtle, and red kirtle. Red was the colour of English religious marters and Anne knew this. This same red colour was chosen by Mary Queen of Scots for her execution 50 years later...Anne also wore her famous silky Raven black hair tied up under a simple cotton coif on her head. She mounted the steps calmly and with much grace, where her weeping ladies removed her ermine fur wrap, and she turned to the crowd and gave her final adress!

"Good Christian people, I am come hither to die, for according to the law, and by the law I am judged to die, and therefore I will speak nothing against it. I am come hither to accuse no man, nor to speak anything of that, whereof I am accused and condemned to die, but I pray God save the king and send him long to reign over you, for a gentler nor a more merciful prince was there never: and to me he was ever a good, a gentle and sovereign lord. And if any person will meddle of my cause, I require them to judge the best. And thus I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me. O Lord have mercy on me, to God I commend my soul!"

Her executioner was very taken aback by her "smiling countenence" and he became shaky and weepy as Anne gently forgave him, and gave him his purse of monies for his work that would be shortly carried out. His sword had been hidden under some straw on the scaffold, so Anne could not see it and thus have no fear of where it was coming from. Kneeling upright (as was the custom of French executions) She clasped her hands tight in prayer and whispered the words...

"To Jesu Christ I commend my soul!!" over and over...

"Boy!!!! my sword!!" the executioner said loudly. This was a ruse created so that Anne would have no idea when the final blow would come. There was no "boy". The executioner quietly slid his sword form its hiding place under the straw, and with one swift, expertly placed swing...it was over!

*Notes*
I have no idea where my obsession for Tudor history comes from, but I have had it since I was a child. I had been about 3 when my dad told me of "Good king Hal" throwing chicken bones over his shoulder and it went from there....and belive me!! its is an OBSESSION!! Derek has even mentioned I should apply to Oxford to study for a degree, and I may well do this as it might be the only cure for my addiction to this time in English history! I am planning a book that will prove the innocence of Anne Boleyn, but this will involve years of research and study of carefully structured debates of noted historians, both alive and dead. My aim???...well its a long shot....but I would like to join the campaign to get Anne Boleyn pardoned and re-buried with her daughter, Elizabeth the 1st, in Westminster Abbey. Why??........Good Queen Anne was innocent!! Its as simple as that!!

Inspired reading:
The life and death of Anne Boleyn - Eric Ives
A new life of Englands tragic Queen - Joanne Denny
Henry VIII's obsession: Anne Boleyn - Elizabeth Norton
Anne Boleyn - Nora Lofts

*lost in thoughtful remembrance*

This for me is true for two reasons!
Firstly and personally it was the day I foolishly married a womaniser (1986) whom I divorced two years later on the grounds of his gross adultery!!
450 years earlier it saw the bloody murder of 5 innocent men!!!



Kathrine of Aragon had died early in 1536 and with this even Henry and Anne "celebrated!" this event by wearing yellow silk and dancing...they also had another reason to celebrate...Queen Anne was pregnant again and Henry was eagerly awaiting the birth of the long waited for son. At this stage though their marriage had become strained as Anne had learned of Henry's womanising (I can well sympathise here) and indeed his eye had already been caught by the supposedly pious and devote Jane Seymore, who was everything Anne wasn't! Quiet, submissive, and not much intelligence, of plain appearence and certainly nothing special. Anne herself was indeed feeling threatened by her and was becoming increasingly adgitated. This came to a head when the Queen discovered Jane and Henry in a passionate kiss and this subsequently caused her to misscarrie the much desired son...However the still born boy was so badly deformed it would not have lived, and the Kings suspections were aroused. How could he, the King, possibly have fathered a deformed child??? He was the King and thus, perfect!!! Such vanities gave way to the supposed whisper of witchcraft and so began Thomas Cromwells plot to not only depose Anne but to have her murdered!!
Initially, Cromwell had been a firm supporter and friend of Anne, but due to their differences in foriegn policy and Thomas crawling after the King like a pet puppy, he turned on Anne when Henry had screached "Get rid of her!!" at him in a horrible rage after the sill born child!! It is constantly said that Anne had misscaried of her saviour and the wheels for her downfall were set in motion!! Thomas Cromwell then used Annes own flirty personility against her and five innocent men, favorites of Anne's, were draged into the frame. Sir Henry Norris, Sir William Brereton, Sir Francis Weston, her own brother Viscount Rochford (George Boleyn) and her favorite musician Mark Smeaton. Most of Cromwell plotting centered on court gossip, sniggers and overheard bits of conversation. Like when Anne accused Henry Norris herself of visiting her when he was supposed to be visiting one of her ladies in waiting. Gossip carefully and clumsily super-glued together to form a case against the Queen!!
In the final week of April the first to be arrested was the musician, who was tortured by having his eyeballs squashed with a knotted rope, and then most probabally racked too, where his limbs would have been ripped out of his sockets causing excrusiating pain and ripped the words "I confess to adultery with the Queen!" from his lips...The next arrests came at the May day festivities. The last to be arrested was the Queens own brother George on the accusation of incest!! Anne and George were indeed close but not THAT close!! it has even been suggested by some historians and indeed the Tudors mini series, that George was gay, but there is nothing historical to prove this as he is presented as somthing of a womaniser, but its very possible he could have been bi-sexual. His relationship with his wife Jane, was simply awfull, and it was supposidly her that planted the incest thing in Cromwells mind when the ladies of the chamber were questioned. But none of the dates and places in all the accusations could be proved as the Queens whereabouts did not correspond to them.....
On the 17th of May 1536 all five accused but innocent men submitted their necks to the executioners block...even Mark Smeaton who was a commoner was beheaded. Commeners were hung instead.
Poor, hansome, intelligent, talented men died for no other real reason than politics and Henry's lust for another woman!

It was Thomas Wyatt who wrote the poem "These bloody days have broken my heart" ...Wyatt was also arrested but later released without charge!

Just got back from our usual Sunday morning expedition to Morrisons where I picked up a promising little gem on blu-ray for £8.99!! I say promising as I have just had a brief look at IMDB where this movie has quite promising reviews!! Its called "Splinter" and is directed by Toby Wilkins who I remember did the Grude 3, but I was non too keen on that, still I wont hold that against the guy as the story appears to have a very interesting plot! Its something along the lines of a Dr Who story I wanted to write a couple of years ago but never got round to it....anyway. I am going to give this a whizz tonight at nine by the usual candle light (I cant watch horror unless my candles are lit!!) and I will write a review on the next blog!!

Ok!!..."Amy's Choice" Dr Who......???......errrr.....
To quote my Facebook post "WTF was all that about?"
IMHO this has to be one of the worst who stories since the diabolic "Love and monsters" and that realy is saying somthing! But this is just my opinion! I read what others thought of it on GB and other Who sites and weirdly loads of folks actually like this compleat drivel!....loads of unexplained falling asleep and waking up and not knowing whats going on. Also a pregnant companion is somehow just "wrong" and I almost felt a little embarraced watching it! Enter a potentially interesting character of the Dreamlord (the Valeyard in another incarnation I think) but then the plot zings off all over the place and even inculdes violence on OAP's!!! ...again, just "wrong" and over all, this story just dident work for mel, infact half way through I was back on the internet playing Bejewelled!! Derek watched it and he thought it was a load of rubbish too. He finished watching it, shrugged his shoulders and took Sirius for a walk. "Who" REALY needs something VERY special from the pen of Moffatt to take it out of its current dire mess!! Much more of this rubbish and I will give up watching nuWho forever!! Which is a shame realy as I realy like Matt Smiths Doctor, as he as so much substance in his acting!!
PLEASE! can someone write some realy decent Who stories!!!

*sighs*
Back soon with my review of "Splinter" ;) x

You know I often blog about the weird and wonderful but this one has me stumped....maybe because I actually like the weird and wonderful, or maybe I am just intriegued by the "weirdness" of people, but here goes........

At my last Lodge meeting, myself and a fellow brother (Lady) were chatting as we often do about the paranormal. She is a Wiccan, I am not, but I do have a very deep interest in the wiccan and pagan religions!....For my part, I consider myself to be a moderate christian, but my interest in all things paranormal and indeed, hard fact science has often left me questioning myself. Like a pure and simple hard science "fact" is that human eyes and ears can only see and hear a tiny window in electro-magnetic spectrum, so basically we can't see and hear almost 95% of things going on around us!! and that is without going into the world of ghosts and aliens. Its just a fact! a bit like a dog whistle....dogs can hear it because they have a wider range of hearing, we as humans cannot....ok, dont know where I am coming from??? Neither do I most of the time. But my point is what we hear and see around us is NOT the full picture!!!
A few weeks ago I got some magazines for mum and one "spirit" magazine for myself, and right on the back page was the "Noises from Hell" story. I read it with interest, and did a little research on the internet, and discovered this story was actually an urban hoax...This was the story I releated to my brother at the Lodge, and she said she had never heard of it. It concernes a deep drilling expedition in Siberia which began in the early 70's and by the early 90's they had drilled as far as 10 miles deep. As the story goes, the drill bit started spinning very fast, as they had hit a pocket in the earths crust, and suddenly the heat was registering up to 2,000 degrees!!! They lowered specially cooled microphones into the 10 mile deep hole, to listen to the sizemic movements in the earths crust, and what they *supposed* to have heard was a very creepy noise of human voices, screaming!!!!

Here is a clip of the sounds which lasts just 19 seconds, before the microphone melted in the heat....it is CREEPY!!!



Hope that dident spook you to much!!
Now I have listened to this several times, trying to figure, with an open ear and heart, and it just sounds like the noise in a night club with the music turned off...I remember years ago at Mr Smiths night club! I would stay untill the end and when the music was off and the bouncers moved in, the noise was very close to this. But curiosity made me dig a little deeper, and sound scientists in Singapore have ripped this recording to bits and can come up with no explanation as to what it is, other than that is is human voices and it is genuine!! Next I moved onto the debunking theories....internet folks just love to "debunk" things, in other words, prove something is a hoax. Anyway most of the debunkers say its simply a christian group that came up with this idea to make people belive in Heaven and Hell, and christianity, out of fear!!! But my question here is WHY??? Its such a strange and weird story...did a christian just jump out of bed one morning and say "Hey!!! were going to make a tape of people screaming from under the earth, to make people belive in Hell!!!"....mmmm....to me that dosen't make much sense, and as I dug a little more I found people of other religions debating if this was genuine or not! Hindu, Muslim and Jewish forums mostly, have all, to some degree discussed this story. But to me (a bit like Dr Who) I would like to know if there is a scientific explanation for these sounds? Like I said in my openeing paragraph, we as humans can only see and hear a tiny degree of the spectrum. So considering the medium change of the earth (as sounds are different underwater) the earth would change the frequency of sound waves. Like centuries ago when approaching armies could be heard by "putting your ear to the ground"...Its food for thought, I think. But I am very interested to know where these sounds originated from! As the story of the drilling in Sibiera concludes, hardened scientists refused to work on the site after this episode, and today it is closely guarded by the Russian military!

Right....now I have creeped the pants off you!!....

Some updates!!!
I am so sick and tired of the cold weather I have been poking around the met office site looking for a good weather day...and its TODAY!!! well for here it is anyway! So I have fired the spa up and its currently at 29 degrees. By 1pm it should be up to a gorgeous 38 degrees, and then I shall bask!!
Yesterday I gave it, its first proper clean! as in filter, tub, lid, drained and replaced about 50 litres of water, tested and sorted...it took me most of the morning, but its sparkling now!! In the evenings I have taken to the tub nude, as I think this will help it keep clean as there is no build of muck I might have on a swimming costume...and my gazebo does keep it very private! ;)

...eagerly awaiting tonights "Who", and see you soon!!
Vix x

Its all very nice lazing about in a hot bubbly spa!!!! Drinks and snacks to hand or perhaps a good book.........but belive it or not its bloody hard work!! Not the lazing about thing. No, I am talking about keeping the water quality crystal perfect!!
What I diden't realise when I planned on getting the hot tub was WORK!!! hehehehe....
Because I have 8 very healthy fantail gold fish in a huge 190 gallon tank I do know something of keeping water quality, pristine! But thats easy as the fish filtre and the "good" bactieria do most of the work. A hot tub is certainly a different kettle of fish, so to speak.
Ok...fill up the tub, heat the water and press "bubble" GREAT!!! I was thinking as I read the water quality booklet which came with the four litre bottles of chemicles that came with it. Firstly I have to take a Ph test everytime I use the tub, and if (like yesterday) the test was way out, I soon found myself in plastic apron rubber gloves and faffing about with bottles of deadly chemicles like some kind of befuddled scientist!!!! The water Ph was so low I had created my very own acid bath (who would be my first victim muahhhhh) and I began to panic as I read that is left unchecked this could damage the inner workings of the spa!!! Then I read a novel idea on the internet about using good old fashioned bicarbonate of soda to correct the problam. So....Derek and I races back to Morrisons as it was about to close for Sunday, and we got some, and hey presto!!!! I added it to the tub and my Ph levels began to crawl back to normal!!!.....double, trouble boil and bubble!!!...my cauldron was ready!!
Phew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But dispite this problam there are still things I have to do every day such as the ph test and add 2g's of chlorine granuals each day too!! The spa "eats" chlorine, so you must keep adding it to make sure the water is bug and germ free...I am happy to say mine is!!
But the benifits of having the hot tub have far out weighed the hassles!!!! For a start my muscles are not stiff in the mornings anymore and I have the energy levels of a 17 year old at the moment. Before I got the tub I would spend about an hour shopping in town and would get terrible back ach...on Saturday I spent 4 hours trawling around town for a maxi sundress and had absolutly no back ach what so ever!!! Its amazing!! But best of all I have lost 3 lbs in a week without any kind of diet!!! Just a session in the afternoon and another tub session in the evening. I wish the weight loss thing lasted but I have a feeling my body will get used to the spa and compansate!!
Plays "gallery music from Vision On"
The reason I have not uploaded the holiday pictures yet is simple!! Derek went beserk with his new camera and took over 600 pictures and I am still going through them, choosing the best ones, but its time consuming, though I will get round to it eventually!!

Some piccies!!!

This first one says it all about our boating on the broads!!!
Sirius is saying "Mummy!!!! please don't let daddy drive the boat!!!! we are heading for the reed bank!!!!"



Let the expert (me) take over!!!....yes I did indeed have a tartan shawl over my shoulders as it was cold in the mornings!!



Our boat "Golden wing!" moored at Norwich!!



Our lovely 4 poster bed in the cabin of our boat!!!



Me feeding ducks at Reedham!



Said greedy duck on the roof of our boat!!



Sirius enjoys life on board....and keeps a look out for Pirates!!



"I see no pirates, mum, we are safe!!"



Me having a break from being Captain!!



My spa in test mode ready to rumble............more spa piccies soon!!!