Sorting through my father’s hoard, part 4: Moby Dick

Behold, The Modern Library INC edition from 1926!!! ….Iiiiiiiiii have not actually read Moby Dick. I don’t know if I plan to. I did read the Classics Illustrated comic version of it when I was about fourteen; does that count? And I will grant that it has one of the best opening lines in literature,…

BBC Banished, Episode 2

Last time on Banished: Elizabeth and Tommy were star-crossed lovers! James was being bullied by Marston! Major Ross has ISSUES! Governor Philip tries to be a reasonable authority figure! Private Buckley is a smirky creep! Tommy and Elizabeth got married on the scaffold! Such romance! There is skulduggery and digging and whatnot in this episode….

BBC Banished, Episode 1

Warning: while I do love this series, a lot, I may not take it entirely seriously in these reviews. Abandon hope of complete solemnity. Speaking of which; before we do anything else, I’m going to get this out of the way, right now, because it’s something of a pet peeve of mine when it comes to…

Day 15, August 2nd – Galloping!

Today has been very tiring. We packed up as usual, and managed to get away be ten past eleven. Today, our riding would be different – today, we had the opportunity to gallop! We’d always kept to trotting before, especially since we would carry items on saddle bags, and if we went into a canter…

Day 14, August 1st – day 2 of horse trek

We spent a great deal of time riding today around more of the lake, before turning up into a large valley to camp. Most of the horses were fairly well behaved (Amit and Georgie’s horses having been traded during the night for more docile creatures) but Chris’s horse almost ran away after it sat down…

Day 13, July 31st – beginning of the horse trek!

This morning was a bit of a disaster. We have worked out a rota where different groups clean and wash up on different days. My tent group were cooking for today, but we were late getting up, late starting the fire, late cooking breakfast, and just generally late. As a result we had to make…

Day 12, July 30th – time at the Great White Lake!

Today was a fairly quiet day, sine the head wrangler still hasn’t turned up yet, and we can’t set off until he does. We rose fairly late for us – those who weren’t cooking at 8.30, those who were a ittle earlier – and enjoyed rather better porridge than we cooked earlier in the week….

Day 11, July 29th – Reaching Tariat, and the Great White Lake!

Today set off to a good start, with a heavenly breakfast at Fairfields, an English speaking restaurant run by an Australian couple, right next door to the hostel we were staying at. The variety of the menu meant that pizza and chips could be ordered without anyone blinking any eyes, though also available were sausage sandwiches…

Day 10, July 28th – still on the road. To Tsetserleg.

Disasters in the fire department, because of a blustery wind that seemed to come from every direction at once, meant that we had a meagre meal of porridge oats, and the washing up had to be done in cold water. Despite the intense old and general dewiness of the morning, the litter sweep of the…

Day 9, July 27th – On the Road!

Up at 6.00 today to finish packing for an 8.30 start – that soon became a 9.00 start. The two buses- one filled with supplies and rucksacks, and one with all the teenagers who didn’t fit into the first bus – spent the next nine or so hours driving out of Ulaan Bataar, across the…

Day 8, July 26th – back to Ulaan Bataar!

We left the camp today at a pretty disastrous start of 7.05 – the bus supposedly arriving at 7.30. Thank goodness for the cleaning lady who barged into the hall and woke us up! The children were up early to see us off. Hardly a dry eye on the bus or off it as we…

Day 7, July 25th – Last day of camp

The last day in camp was a particularly wet one. We lived in our waterproofs for much of the day. The children brightened up our distinctly damp day (isn’t alliteration wonderful) by organising a miniature concert for us with some wonderful Mongolian singing, and when we were packing up the tents helped us carry our…