tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780182174577095197.post5946737632896990838..comments2024-03-25T09:56:16.164+00:00Comments on An Awfully Big Blog Adventure: Days off and mountain top moments Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780182174577095197.post-87452304492018218882018-07-31T12:50:54.094+01:002018-07-31T12:50:54.094+01:00I really like your writing style, great informatio...I really like your writing style, great information, thank you for posting.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.trendymobiles.co.uk/phones-brand-landing-page.php" rel="nofollow">Trendy Deals Online</a>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780182174577095197.post-2346315867570919552018-07-30T21:21:19.801+01:002018-07-30T21:21:19.801+01:00Andrew, I remember my sister and I having "Su...Andrew, I remember my sister and I having "Sunday clothes" too!<br />Catdownunder, a hundred km + sounds like real dedication. <br />Penny, yes Sunday is the most likely day for skyping family for us too.Hilary Hawkeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12573780178193323715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780182174577095197.post-38707872179792198452018-07-30T13:03:25.825+01:002018-07-30T13:03:25.825+01:00Sundays, imo, begin with high hopes, drift into a ...Sundays, imo, begin with high hopes, drift into a cluster of things that must be sorted out for the week ahead, and end with a hey-ho & collapse on sofa. But they were certainly important and clear-cut break from official work and a time to catch up with the people and/or communities that mattered to your life. (We often do our family Skype sessions on Sundays.)<br /><br />Encouraging post, Hilary, and makes me want to get outside, although the "away from it all for an hour" trick must be to leave home before the demands of the day creep in and start muttering!<br /><br />Penny Dolanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16386668303428008498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780182174577095197.post-82182171867281333712018-07-30T09:51:47.750+01:002018-07-30T09:51:47.750+01:00I grew up largely in "the bush" (rural D...I grew up largely in "the bush" (rural Downunder) and Sunday was the day when people went to church. Going to church was as much as standing around and having a long chat with your neighbours as the church part - perhaps much more so. People would do a round trip of a hundred kilometres or more just for that. catdownunderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08189081688973141295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780182174577095197.post-2433175419599106832018-07-29T22:38:56.257+01:002018-07-29T22:38:56.257+01:00I was a kid in Scotland in the '60's. Sund...I was a kid in Scotland in the '60's. Sunday was very definitely a special day. <br /><br />Sunday School in the morning, kilts, the full regalia for my brother and I. In the afternoon, no scruffing around or doing anything that could be construed as enjoyable play. Afternoons were for walks with parents, or later, drives in the car.<br /><br />I did feel quite fortunate that the family were members of the Church of Scotland, rather than the Free Church of Scotland, ( aka the 'Wee Free' ) a somewhat more puritan version of churchgoing. A cross, I think , between the late Rev Ian Paisley at full bellow, and The Handmaid's Tale. <br /><br />Oddly, now, though I may be outside repairing my car ... ( don't buy older German cars, they're ***p ) on a Sunday afternoon, like today....., in my mind it's still a special day. <br />Very specifically, not just another work day. Though, in the afternoon, when I put on my walking boots, and head for the nearby old railway line, and woods, it's no longer a Sunday. Rather, getting in touch with the natural world again. What day it is drifts away.Andrew Prestonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14063661979113168003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780182174577095197.post-78129955828190320892018-07-29T18:21:34.187+01:002018-07-29T18:21:34.187+01:00Oh yes, walking the dog - used to love doing that,...Oh yes, walking the dog - used to love doing that, Dianne. For a long time it felt very strange walking without our little westie after she died. Hilary Hawkeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12573780178193323715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780182174577095197.post-68537321871477656602018-07-29T10:34:01.060+01:002018-07-29T10:34:01.060+01:00Thank you Hilary and yes hooray for 'complete&...Thank you Hilary and yes hooray for 'complete' breaks... (says me writing my blog for next week on a Sunday morning while the church bells ring.) Those switch off moments are magically refreshing... always envy people who 'have' to walk their dogs! Dianne Hofmeyrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18222157214605257030noreply@blogger.com