I adore Mrs 23thorns. She is the light of my life and I will always remain true to her. But I have a confession to make. Every now and then, a small part of me falls in love with someone else. Someone special. Irresistible. Someone like this;
What mysterious siren song has allowed her to capture my heart?
I can’t remember how old I was when I discovered Thor Heyerdahl, but I remember being deeply impressed. Here was a radical new approach to archaeology. This guy wasn’t pottering away in some dusty museum office, or scrabbling around in the dirt looking for tiny bones with a tiny brush. No. This guy was doing it himself. He was living history! And he was doing it by making boats out of sticks and growing enormous beards! I wanted to be him.
It takes an almost mythical beard to overcome the ridiculousness of that hat.
Where I dress like a fool for rubbish collection day Wednesday
A light-hearted look at South Africa's wildlife.
So Many Books. So Little Time. Let's Review!
Wild photos and the tales they tell
Adventures in natural history collections
charming the wilful pen
"THE PAST IS NEVER DEAD; IT'S NOT EVEN PAST." ~William Faulkner
