Blogs
The clock ticks towards nine o'clock, and as I am gardening in the big garden tomorrow, I will have to go to bed soon. Most of the day has been spent trying to get my head round Drupal - an open-cource web programme thingy. It's not a progamme, I'm told, it's a Content Management System. It has pages, blocks, galleries, children and parents, tags and taxonomy - and none of these things resemble the like-named things in the real world. It's an interesting exercise in letting go of preconceptions, if nothing else. Read more »
I ha d a project to go for a walk. Naively I thought that there would be public footpaths and marked routes to follow. But of course, in a country too hot to walk around in for most of the year, there aren't. I am having to give up my desire for map accuracy and predictability. Read more »
Friday - the hubbub voices of Kourtney's private view party in the background while I take five minutes away for a quick write. The brazier (oil drum) is burning, the peanuts and marshmallows disappearing, and the wine bottles emptying. The leader of the archeology school from next door came along with a Phd student Liz, to look at the work- an attempt to foster interdiscplinary relations. Ilearnt of a ruined turkish village down the road from Pafos - somehwere off the beaten tourist track to see. Read more »
It's late in Lemba, and a bit chilly. After doing some all-important hunter gathering in Pap's supermarket, and eating some of the spoils,I endeavoured to get into the creative mood by cutting up my jumper. (I didn't want a jumper, a cardigan is more adaptable). Read more »
