The Ambitious Drifter

Words, Images and The Occasional Noise


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A Feast of Doors

I’ve always been fascinated by doors…. especially old ones. France is a doorhound’s paradise. Here’s a collection, from an ornate cathedral door (Limoges) to simple hole-in-the-wall arrangements.

There’s one from Exeter Cathedral (not in France!)  that has an ancient cat door. It allows the cathedral cats to get into the organ loft to deal with the mice in there.


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Not Quite Easter Island

If you’ve ever lived on an island, you’ll have noticed the small weirdnesses that isolation brings. It gets a bit tribal somedays.  After the recent fires and storms, the Dangaris went back to their old ways… building ritual sites out of the fallen timber.

These were emphemeral moai… gone in a few days. It’s getting chilly here and firewood is hard to come by.


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Total Focus

One of the best camera accessories I ever bought for my Canon EOS camera was a macro ring extender. For a very reasonable price my 28/50 lens was converted to macro.

This is brilliant for flowers… however,  it’s hard to stay focused on such tiny objects if there’s a breeze!

Some alien plants… known in Australia as Kangaroo Paws.PSX_20200428_210021PSX_20200428_205848PSX_20200428_205538PSX_20200428_205635


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The Affair of The Seven Notes

Stirred by the Discovery Prompt ‘Notes’ it was easy enough to recall a mysterious murder I was able to solve, with some small difficulty, last year.  I was spending a quiet few days in the historical town of Narbonne, in France. The inestimable Hotel de Paris has a singular check-in routine.  Check in is from 2.30pm, but the hard working staff take their rest between  1pm and 5pm. One is provided only with a code to the front door. Inside, I was led to expect, there’d be all the information I needed to make myself at home.

I let myself in and found 7 notes placed on the reception counter. Each one, I knew, contained a key and a message of welcome. I was the first to arrive. The hotel, small, but comfortable, was deserted. Next to reception was a satisfyingly spooky spiral staircase up to the rooms. I shall not divulge the names on the envelopes. It is far too recent for that.

I felt like Hercule Poirot…. I would not have been surprised to hear of a murder that night, probably in a room locked from the inside.

I did see my fellow tenants at breakfast the next day. Sadly they did not include a retired Major-General, a shifty guy & a young woman, an alluring woman of a certain age, or even an American millionaire (incognito).

The murder then, happened in my imagination… the setting is real.

When this plague is over, I will certainly return. It was a very enjoyable stay.PSX_20200423_203352