tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51119702042917231452024-02-19T01:30:37.782-08:00Blog from the bogRachel St Iveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05063666685582596204noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111970204291723145.post-56908040683703870632012-01-12T14:29:00.000-08:002012-01-14T00:53:33.253-08:00Roundabout Debate<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ6KnySuGA55QYqA5vuwTssRyWcXW5YA8Tqt4qBHoqiV5p_a_R3XmAEmbRgGiiPSDS2QjaxJopg9A_aukmypmsgpxHrLIAd39B-SN3w2J5LCZbbJhIUc_E5hdaJiBLsRnqO7-Y9Sj-koBm/s1600/Unknown.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ6KnySuGA55QYqA5vuwTssRyWcXW5YA8Tqt4qBHoqiV5p_a_R3XmAEmbRgGiiPSDS2QjaxJopg9A_aukmypmsgpxHrLIAd39B-SN3w2J5LCZbbJhIUc_E5hdaJiBLsRnqO7-Y9Sj-koBm/s1600/Unknown.jpeg" /></a><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/W8FxqgsaOFU?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsMHm5KbLL0sU154eo6waNAn2Cz5q5Vcuvs9Ofni4LokoGDaP7Y-D87KEg84Sx8PEnJowlI8Y3WLs2LZ06HnVWdUYfcA8bDSB869XcPQnQHCjelc1_1dhepR3ye69qIIYYxuCwyFXVAm6_/s1600/images-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsMHm5KbLL0sU154eo6waNAn2Cz5q5Vcuvs9Ofni4LokoGDaP7Y-D87KEg84Sx8PEnJowlI8Y3WLs2LZ06HnVWdUYfcA8bDSB869XcPQnQHCjelc1_1dhepR3ye69qIIYYxuCwyFXVAm6_/s1600/images-1.jpeg" /></a></div>Rochester may be famous for its Dickens festival, and they may have a Town Cryer, a huge Cathedral, and a bit of a castle but they do not have a horse on a roundabout !<br />
Come to Belvedere for a day out, and not only can you visit the B & Q just by the station, you must come see the horse that has been erected on our roundabout.<br />
I love the youtube video about its erection (sorry...cannot resist!). It features the guy that paid for it, turning up to its unveiling in his horse and cart, and I think the theme tune to Steptoe and son is playing in the background, but I might just have heard that playing in my head!<br />
I cannot believe it wasn't adorned with fairy lights over the Christmas period, next year I fully intend to visit our huge B & Q (which you can see from my bedroom window) and buy a few bits and bobs to put on it.<br />
If the Belvedere Horse isn't too much excitement for one day, you could perhaps drive a mile or so to nearby Erith, and take a look at the Erith fish which is also on a roundabout. Sadly, the fish is not as popular as our horse, and some mean bugger once drove into it, but that does not detract from its beauty.<br />
So in your face... people of Rochester, you may have your market and your Dickens Dressing Up days, but we have a Horse on a Roundabout!<br />
What would you rather have on a roundabout...a horse or a fish ?Rachel St Iveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05063666685582596204noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111970204291723145.post-10432863820200246572012-01-01T08:03:00.000-08:002012-01-01T08:03:54.517-08:00Blog from the bogSometimes saying what you want to say in 140 characters is impossible, so thats why I have started this, also every one has a blog, so I want one!<br />
It won't be full of big words or very long, though I might occasionally throw in a word like penultimate just to sound a bit clever ! I might even go a bit crazy and not use spell check.<br />
Today I woke in a very dark mood, and cheered myself up by imagining how nice it would be to have a dog that you could take for walks! Not just any old walks, but a walk in the country!<br />
I live in a town but am a country girl at heart ! I think my love of the country started when I spent a week with an Aunt who lived in the country, and I watched her crush a mole with a stone. Auntie Phyllis was her name, and she had her very own horse called Roger.<br />
Anyway, I think its Auntie Phyllis's fault that I want to live in the country, though if I did live in the country, I would never ever crush a mole !Rachel St Iveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05063666685582596204noreply@blogger.com3