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Gilly Mbachu Goldsworthy is a mum to two kids that are supposed to be grown up and mma to a five year old granddaughter and a one year old grandson. None of that means that I am grown up though! I love writing – travel and quite edgy fiction – and being an OU student for a degree which remains to be seen. What I do best though is counselling; I’ve been privileged to work with many people through big changes.

Devon Air Ambulance Trust Dragon Boat Racing

A couple of months ago I read that the Devon Air Ambulance were having a fund raising day, dragon boat racing on the river Exe.  When I found out that a team from the hospital where I work were entering I decided to pop down to watch a little.

getting instructions
A team getting some instructions
I found the Royal Devon & Exeter Dragon Boat team!
I found the Royal Devon & Exeter Dragon Boat team!

Here are some of the hospital team.

The second heat is over and the RD&E are in second place by just four seconds.

Good sports
Good sports
Just four seconds behind
Just four seconds behind

Time for a motivational pep talk!
team pep talk

And the next team heads off to the start point.
next team are off

It was great fun to watch but I didn’t have to time to stay for the final results, I was heading east to see Scarlett and her mummy and daddy. Well done to everyone who entered and helped to raise funds that will keep our Air Ambulance flying.

Lighting up the Marrakech night

Ben Huberman at WordPress asks us to post a nighttime photo for this weeks challenge.  I haven’t really got very many, I’m to lazy to use a tripod and I don’t take my camera out much at night. I did find this one though, taken at a Riad in Marrakech a few years ago.

nightlight

 

 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/nighttime/

 

I met some ladies . . .

Driving across Dartmoor the other day I squinted, not quite believing what I saw. I’ve often seen a solitary highland cow but never a whole bunch of them together and right by the side of the road. I slowed down onto the verge, expecting them to get up and walk away but they didn’t. I opened the car window and started snapping but couldn’t get a clear view so I got out. Again, I thought they would disappear or more likely, make me disappear!

Instead they let me get to within six feet of them and I could probably have got even closer but didn’t want to push my luck.

So here they are, hope they make you smile.

World Peace! Just Imagine…..

Lucid Gypsy:

Sue Dreamwalker has created a special post for International Peace Day, spread the peace the World needs now. Imagine.

Originally posted on Dreamwalker's Sanctuary:

Remember WE Create!

WE are the WORLD

Just Imagine it

ALL the People sharing that same Dream…

So Lets Join in the Dream of John Lennon

September 21st is World Peace Day—Everyday should be a day of Peace..

Wishing you Peace Now and Always

 Enjoy your weekend

~Sue~

I hope you have enjoyed the Video.. You can see more at Playing for Change.

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Writing 101, Serially Lost

Michelle W says,

Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more.

This doesn’t need to be a depressing exercise; you can write about that time you lost the three-legged race at a picnic. What’s important is reflecting on this experience and what it meant for you — how it felt, why it happened, and what changed because of it.

Today’s twist: Make today’s post the first in a three-post series

Violet Elizabeth was just sitting there when they crashed into her on the road. It was noon on one of those late winter days when you wake up and find the ground white with snow. We can’t drive on snow here in the UK, I confess it applies to me as well it happens so rarely in the south west of England. An inch of white stuff and I have this awful dilemma in my head. If I drive and the snow gets heavier I could be stranded somewhere. There could be an accident. If I walk I could fall on hidden ice and break a leg. I think perhaps I had a bad fall as a child that has affected me, or seen someone else fall. My grandmother had a fear of slipping on ice and hurting herself, it could be that causing my irrational fear.

On the March morning, there was an accident. The snow had fallen in the early hours, it must have thawed slightly before freezing again making the road treacherous, especially on the bend outside where violet was waiting.

My neighbour witnessed it from her window, and thinking it was a hit and run, she rushed out. Violet was ten years old.