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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2015 14:30:55 GMT
We are all starting to creak a bit, so I wonder if anyone has a bucket list of the things they want to do before they die.
Perhaps I should start.
I want to wake up tomorrow morning......
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Post by ARENA on Nov 5, 2015 15:22:21 GMT
I want to finish and publish my book of short stories........
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Post by Prue on Nov 7, 2015 10:21:19 GMT
I want to finish my book too. I started reading it a week ago! Sorry, Arena; an oldie but a goody  |
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Post by jimshoo on Nov 7, 2015 10:38:14 GMT
Like it Prue  |
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Post by chusty64 on Nov 7, 2015 12:39:55 GMT
I've always wanted to ride a horse, or even just sit on one to see what it's like. Seaside donkeys won't do.
Actually thinking about it, a Shetland pony might be better (I am very small
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Post by scorp on Nov 7, 2015 16:12:19 GMT
I've done it three times, Chusty. Once at a service R&R camp at Famagusta, where a Regimental policeman gave me what I believe was a hard time in fluent Lowland Scots, sounding like a two-stroke engine with all the 'rrrr's - seems I was exceeding the speed limit. I know he seemed to think I believed I was "Rrroy Rrrrooodgers" - it was the horse - I had turned his head in the direction of his stable and he accelerated - the siren call of the nosebag.
The second time was on the sands, which are extensive at Southport. On dismounting I fell up the steps of the hotel - the legs, you know. My final time in the saddle was in Swaziland... a shambling beast named Shaggar. We had a guide, a local Swazi chap who was riding in shorts and sandals while his mount was dressed in immaculate tack, reminiscent of Blazing Saddles and Sherif Bart's "Gucci" saddlebag. We trekked up trails and down into valleys - local women in loin-cloths beating their washing on rocks - and finally reached a village where our guide handed round an enormous joint... I didn't dismount, fearing that I'd never make it back on.
So what's it like? The first thing you notice once you have clambered aboard is that it's bloody moving... It's sort of knobbly, and there are no brakes! As a tyro, the animal will treat you with utter contempt... The thought that for centuries these mad-eyed vindictive beasts were a primary form of transportation leaves me dizzy with love for the sanity of my old Honda Accord!
Enjoy!
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Post by chusty64 on Nov 7, 2015 23:04:03 GMT
Whoa, I think you just put me off. I'll have to think of something else for my bucket list.
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Post by goldelox on Nov 8, 2015 8:47:29 GMT
Dinner at the Savoy.
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Post by scorp on Nov 8, 2015 13:52:58 GMT
Whoa, I think you just put me off. I'll have to think of something else for my bucket list. Oh dear - sorry about that! |
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Post by norty on Nov 9, 2015 11:30:53 GMT
Whoa, I think you just put me off. I'll have to think of something else for my bucket list. No Chusty don't get put off. If it's something you've always wanted to do then get along to some riding stables and have a lesson. All stables have a plodder who is too lazy to go fast and likes to take the scenic route. They are the loveable ones that on hack you will get a close up of the hedges on the verge and how particularly tasty they are to horses. My advise to you is not to put it off.
Yes horses are huge, or can be, but there is nothing better than sitting astride a huge beast as you're bombing along on the beach at a gallop listening to the hooves while they splash the sea in your face. I used to ride an ex steeplechaser down on the sands when I was at school in Broadstairs. The only scary thing was as the cliffs were looming up in front of us, could I get the horse to slow down as I'd given him his head for half a mile. He was huge but the gentlest sole with a wicked sense of humour.
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Post by norty on Nov 9, 2015 11:32:55 GMT
Venice, I'd like to go.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2015 11:45:47 GMT
I think it is the sort of place everyone should go at least once, though I confess I think it is overrated. I had a lady friend who was desperate to go to Venice but was terrified of flying. It got to the stage where she just would not fly. So I booked a train to Venice for her Christmas present. It was a lot of fun, including the stolen baggage that I got back at Victoria station after a minor altercation! In hindsight the journey was better than the destination. I am too old now to do many of the things I once wanted to do, but I love trains and would like to do the second leg of the trip I took some years ago across the US by train. I did New York to Denver which with delays and an 8 hour stopover in Chicago took 52 hours! I now want to do the Denver to LA part through the Rockies.. Slow trains but comfortable and friendly. I am still in touch with a couple of people I met some 15 years ago and we exchange occasional e-mails. |
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Post by norty on Nov 9, 2015 12:05:11 GMT
Yes I wonder if it might be over rated, I wouldn't be expecting roses and romance particularly and you wont catch me getting on and off gondolas (hate boats that rock), I would like to go to see the architecture.
Hoping to go to Rome and Pompeii soon too.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2015 12:18:13 GMT
Yes I wonder if it might be over rated, I wouldn't be expecting roses and romance particularly and you wont catch me getting on and off gondolas (hate boats that rock), I would like to go to see the architecture. Hoping to go to Rome and Pompeii soon too. You would need pretty deep pockets to go on a gondola Norty. |
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Post by chusty64 on Nov 9, 2015 12:55:30 GMT
I did get as far as checking what stables were around, so I haven't entirely given up on the idea.
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