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Originally posted by veggiechicken
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Some I can tell you, many I cannot.Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing-'Oh how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade,
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel paths with broken dinner-knives. ~ Rudyard Kipling -
Stunning photos, MBE. I could do with a dose of that sunshine, blue sky and sea right now!!Comment
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Is it Crete.
And when your back stops aching,
And your hands begin to harden.
You will find yourself a partner,
In the glory of the garden.
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Cyprus it is.
More kudos for anyone who knows what these are - I recognised them instantly:
Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing-'Oh how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade,
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel paths with broken dinner-knives. ~ Rudyard KiplingComment
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Galls....................Comment
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No.......
Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing-'Oh how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade,
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel paths with broken dinner-knives. ~ Rudyard KiplingComment
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It was a Cypress in Cyprus.Originally posted by veggiechicken View Post
The other was Arbutus andrachne, the Greek strawberry tree. I want one, but it would be rubbish over here.
Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing-'Oh how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade,
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel paths with broken dinner-knives. ~ Rudyard KiplingComment
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Mantis????Comment
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Yay
A friend was posted to Cyprus many years ago and I spent hours and hours going through photos he took out there. It must've stuck at the back of my mind somehow!
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Yes, and mantis ootheca, or egg sacs on the tree. I knew because I've kept them as pets.
The one in the picture is a juvenile, and tiny. I thought it was a little grasshopper at first. Shame I couldn't capture it face-on.Last edited by mrbadexample; 17-03-2020, 09:58 PM.Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing-'Oh how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade,
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel paths with broken dinner-knives. ~ Rudyard KiplingComment
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Stellion lizard I think:
Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing-'Oh how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade,
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel paths with broken dinner-knives. ~ Rudyard KiplingComment
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We were visiting Viki's sister on the base at Akrotiri too.Originally posted by SarrissUK View PostYay
A friend was posted to Cyprus many years ago and I spent hours and hours going through photos he took out there. It must've stuck at the back of my mind somehow!Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing-'Oh how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade,
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel paths with broken dinner-knives. ~ Rudyard KiplingComment
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Fairly sure this is a Paphos blue, Glaucopsyche paphos but the darned things don't sit still and fold their wings up when they do.
Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing-'Oh how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade,
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel paths with broken dinner-knives. ~ Rudyard KiplingComment
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Still hanging on this one if you can now you know where it's from? It seemed to be all over the west from Akrotiri to the Akamas peninsula.
The orchids were from around Smigies picnic area; we had a good stomp round there. Great views.
Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing-'Oh how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade,
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel paths with broken dinner-knives. ~ Rudyard KiplingComment
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