Weeks after the departure of the ss Great Britain from the UK, the fair maid Clare, wandering by a (muddy) Western Australian shore, sighted this raft.
Clearly it was the handiwork of a shipwrecked tin of anchovies (those knots bear all the hallmarks of a deft tab).
But the anchovies had gone! Continue reading
Once upon a time an anchovy swam in the vast ocean with all its friends.
They flittered and darted, avoiding the jaws of sharks and salmon. Unbeknown to them, a far more sinister danger lurked. A danger so dastardly, planned and executed with such cunning, that there was no escape. As they innocently played Pin the Leg on the Octopus a net was ploughing towards them. The anchovy was scooped up, suffocated, gutted, salted and laid out in a small rectangular tin with a number of its friends.
Weeks passed in oily darkness. One day, the lid was peeled back. The anchovy was thrown onto a bed of soft green leaves next to a strip of capsicum.
“I didn’t watch Two Fat Ladies for nothing,” a woman’s voice said.
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Tagged humour, travel
Using techniques honed in the field with his great friend, Sir David Attenborough, Viscount Porridge approaches a herd of elk in the Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado.
The elk remained calm in his presence, perhaps lulled by his breathless whispering and glances to the camera.
Mr Chief Justice Porridge pauses before his entrance to the Whitehouse.
Larry Miller from Seattle, you have made a certain packet of porridge very happy. Continue reading
After his fall yesterday evening in Norseman, Sir Porridge, AK, was lured this morning by other, more stable, conveyances.
See him up there on the hump?
Being of a scientific bent, he also wanted to check the claim that the roads were indeed large enough to accommodate the turning of a camel train. A couple of men sitting in cars in the middle of the road were the only witnesses that it is indeed so. (The camels seemed pleased about the change of scenery.) Continue reading
Still full of vim after his days of hard travel, Sir Porridge, AK, was up early for a bracing sit and portrait on the Ceduna jetty.
Posted in Australia, Tales of a Travelling Porridge
Tagged Australia, big things, horses, humour, Nullabor Plain, outback, photography, road signs, Tales of a Travelling Porridge, travel, windmills