<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925</id><updated>2011-06-13T20:51:14.314+01:00</updated><title type='text'>baldys words</title><subtitle type='html'>"Your old men will dream,your young men will see visions..." 
Joel. 
The Message</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-729372032331425041</id><published>2009-03-01T17:16:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:32:20.002Z</updated><title type='text'>Events</title><content type='html'>It is a long time since I have been on this page, many times I have intended to write something but as you can seen these good intentions didn't materialise.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas has come and gone and also my Mums 90th Birthday so here are a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SarEulXljAI/AAAAAAAAB4M/1QnW6qFNeCE/s1600-h/Mums+90th+Birthday20081220_50.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SarEulXljAI/AAAAAAAAB4M/1QnW6qFNeCE/s320/Mums+90th+Birthday20081220_50.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308271415393618946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth fellowship christmas dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SarFZJs8KYI/AAAAAAAAB4U/jcsiWx9_GM4/s1600-h/Mums+90th+Birthday20081225_52.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SarFZJs8KYI/AAAAAAAAB4U/jcsiWx9_GM4/s320/Mums+90th+Birthday20081225_52.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308272146701363586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SarGGVWVLKI/AAAAAAAAB4k/LwsX_glazWU/s1600-h/Mums+90th+Birthday20090124_112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SarGGVWVLKI/AAAAAAAAB4k/LwsX_glazWU/s320/Mums+90th+Birthday20090124_112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308272922921872546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SarGF4vHOGI/AAAAAAAAB4c/Gha3Rent3p4/s1600-h/Mums+90th+Birthday20090124_107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SarGF4vHOGI/AAAAAAAAB4c/Gha3Rent3p4/s320/Mums+90th+Birthday20090124_107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308272915241187426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mums 90th&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-729372032331425041?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/729372032331425041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=729372032331425041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/729372032331425041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/729372032331425041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2009/03/events.html' title='Events'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SarEulXljAI/AAAAAAAAB4M/1QnW6qFNeCE/s72-c/Mums+90th+Birthday20081220_50.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-6042079589402512480</id><published>2008-11-25T20:26:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:52:21.485Z</updated><title type='text'>Third time</title><content type='html'>I am just back home again from my third visit to Precept International. I still find it amazing that I chose to spend a week away studying the Bible-if someone had told me ten years ago that I would do that I simply wouldn't have believed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SSxg9u8ppJI/AAAAAAAABk8/xzpv-8afjVc/s1600-h/200811220020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SSxg9u8ppJI/AAAAAAAABk8/xzpv-8afjVc/s320/200811220020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272695877434713234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SSxg8-yF6aI/AAAAAAAABk0/ShdLse1HMOQ/s1600-h/200811210016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SSxg8-yF6aI/AAAAAAAABk0/ShdLse1HMOQ/s320/200811210016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272695864505526690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with 10 others from NI and as usual the Americans didn't quite know what had hit them. &lt;br /&gt;In a state that voted overwhelmingly for McCain there was great consternation about the future under the new president elect, I did on one occasion hear of the old prejudice-colour.&lt;br /&gt;But if we believe in a sovereign God then he is there in God's will.&lt;br /&gt;We had a nine to five study day so didn't get to see many sights this time, however we did have a few invites- to Jack and Kay Arthur's for tea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SSxjCnK4wDI/AAAAAAAABlE/uv8QlF1VVsk/s1600-h/200811200007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SSxjCnK4wDI/AAAAAAAABlE/uv8QlF1VVsk/s320/200811200007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272698160269541426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to Bob and Diane's for dessert(on separate nights)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SSxjDAxCGGI/AAAAAAAABlM/ntT5Sx_3saA/s1600-h/200811230025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SSxjDAxCGGI/AAAAAAAABlM/ntT5Sx_3saA/s320/200811230025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272698167140423778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most other nights the woman spent either in the mall or in Walmarts.It was enough to put you off your food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SSxkyRNoFcI/AAAAAAAABlk/bav__NHrjg4/s1600-h/200811190002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SSxkyRNoFcI/AAAAAAAABlk/bav__NHrjg4/s320/200811190002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272700078520800706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SSxkx4yEtSI/AAAAAAAABlc/RumLCbYPkV4/s1600-h/200811220018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SSxkx4yEtSI/AAAAAAAABlc/RumLCbYPkV4/s320/200811220018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272700071962785058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SSxkx9vDjpI/AAAAAAAABlU/B1XuoObIGr8/s1600-h/200811190004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SSxkx9vDjpI/AAAAAAAABlU/B1XuoObIGr8/s320/200811190004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272700073292304018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived home safely on Monday despite having a lightning strike on the plane just as we came into land at Dublin airport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-6042079589402512480?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/6042079589402512480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=6042079589402512480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6042079589402512480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6042079589402512480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2008/11/third-time.html' title='Third time'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SSxg9u8ppJI/AAAAAAAABk8/xzpv-8afjVc/s72-c/200811220020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-3181024175685058772</id><published>2008-09-29T20:47:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:21:48.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time goes</title><content type='html'>Everything seems to go at such a pace at the moment that I don't seem to have the time or perhaps inclination, to sit at the computer and write on the blog.This past week I attended my biannual committee meeting in Glasgow. I arrived early courtesy of Easy Jet and had some time to spare so I decided to wander around the old cathedral right beside the hospital &lt;a href="http://www.scotcities.com/townhead.htm"&gt;Glasgow Scotland - Cathedral Precinct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SOE0-ICA32I/AAAAAAAABj8/IKFRUhFqQTA/s1600-h/cobbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SOE0-ICA32I/AAAAAAAABj8/IKFRUhFqQTA/s200/cobbles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251536882403172194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SOE0-LbW02I/AAAAAAAABkE/aIXq8TTRo_s/s1600-h/St+Mungos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SOE0-LbW02I/AAAAAAAABkE/aIXq8TTRo_s/s200/St+Mungos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251536883314774882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the grounds amongst many ancient gravestones I found the tomb of Dr Peter Low who founded the Faculty of Physicians and Surgeons at Glasgow Infirmary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SOE3n_1kjiI/AAAAAAAABkc/SbIBaeCdcXg/s1600-h/low.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SOE3n_1kjiI/AAAAAAAABkc/SbIBaeCdcXg/s320/low.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251539800781262370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the inscription!&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday Heather and I had the weekend to ourselves -went for a walk in the sun at Whitehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SOE4Vdh44lI/AAAAAAAABkk/8Vaz8oi9D3U/s1600-h/gravestone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SOE4Vdh44lI/AAAAAAAABkk/8Vaz8oi9D3U/s320/gravestone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251540581845885522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SOE4Vj8tUrI/AAAAAAAABks/ueIYWBo5aP8/s1600-h/heather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SOE4Vj8tUrI/AAAAAAAABks/ueIYWBo5aP8/s320/heather.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251540583568986802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-3181024175685058772?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/3181024175685058772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=3181024175685058772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3181024175685058772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3181024175685058772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-goes.html' title='Time goes'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SOE0-ICA32I/AAAAAAAABj8/IKFRUhFqQTA/s72-c/cobbles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-5914107353757534231</id><published>2008-09-05T17:47:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:17:57.232+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The times they are a changing</title><content type='html'>Wednesday like many other days dawned dull and wet. Summer, for the second year in a row, appears to have occurred in April and May and ever since then we have been on a  slow ride to autumn. There was a distinct chill in the air on wednesday as I left to leave my daughter to school and the leaves on the trees have long ago lost that bright green hue and have started to turn russet and fall. I made my way into Belfast and into the centre, a cold and wet tramp, with an injured leg that didn't help. It was in one of the major retail chains that it happened! &lt;br /&gt;I spied my first christmas tree, admittedly a small decoration, but in a sea of other christmas paraphernalia. I couldn't believe it, that on the 3rd of September, just two days after the schools went back christmas material was out.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SMFldDBGRRI/AAAAAAAABjs/j7m7F5BS7pU/s1600-h/christmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SMFldDBGRRI/AAAAAAAABjs/j7m7F5BS7pU/s200/christmas1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242582990936491282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SMFldOiYMDI/AAAAAAAABj0/EHKW7PBT5Q8/s1600-h/christmas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SMFldOiYMDI/AAAAAAAABj0/EHKW7PBT5Q8/s200/christmas2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242582994028867634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely this is too far, we don't need christmas in September-I think we should adopt the american style and not commence christmas celebrations until the first of December&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-5914107353757534231?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/5914107353757534231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=5914107353757534231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5914107353757534231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5914107353757534231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2008/09/times-they-are-changing.html' title='The times they are a changing'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SMFldDBGRRI/AAAAAAAABjs/j7m7F5BS7pU/s72-c/christmas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-352049097104486907</id><published>2008-08-26T18:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:22:47.688+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SLRHgBT3ooI/AAAAAAAABjU/zyplzeSuVNA/s1600-h/Family+week.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238890881971888770 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SLRHgBT3ooI/AAAAAAAABjU/zyplzeSuVNA/s200/Family+week.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Just back from a week at Capernwray Hall. Great place in the heart of the countryside. &lt;A href="http://www.capernwray.org.uk/"&gt;Capernwray Missionary Fellowship of Torchbearers&lt;/A&gt; The last time I was there I was in my early twenties and I was fascinated looking at the antics of the young people and wishing I had their energy and get up and do. &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SLRHhLlayhI/AAAAAAAABjc/9j6DP_UWOkk/s1600-h/200808230097.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238890901909719570 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SLRHhLlayhI/AAAAAAAABjc/9j6DP_UWOkk/s200/200808230097.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-929a77469aa609a3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D929a77469aa609a3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330339939%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71DEC995CE6C111B0E677B688AE7DDBB27EB67E0.70CADB3146BAD8068D3B386962F9D8C4518F15A8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D929a77469aa609a3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuydKq2hXJqcDbe343P1B87hCz3I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D929a77469aa609a3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330339939%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71DEC995CE6C111B0E677B688AE7DDBB27EB67E0.70CADB3146BAD8068D3B386962F9D8C4518F15A8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D929a77469aa609a3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuydKq2hXJqcDbe343P1B87hCz3I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;It was a great week away meeting brothers and sisters from many different continents and having that friendship because of Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-352049097104486907?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.capernwray.org.uk/' title=''/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=929a77469aa609a3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/352049097104486907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=352049097104486907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/352049097104486907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/352049097104486907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-back-from-week-at-capernwray-hall.html' title=''/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SLRHgBT3ooI/AAAAAAAABjU/zyplzeSuVNA/s72-c/Family+week.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-6396406298700893883</id><published>2008-08-05T20:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:36:04.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last choir standing</title><content type='html'>One of the choirs through to the last 8 was the Open Arts community choir, a Northern Ireland choir that promotes the inclusion of disabled people in arts activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://openarts.net/"&gt;Open Arts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is their final piece-enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hYdT_vghI1c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hYdT_vghI1c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't make it to the last six.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-6396406298700893883?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://openarts.net/' title='The Last choir standing'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/6396406298700893883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=6396406298700893883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6396406298700893883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6396406298700893883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-choir-standing.html' title='The Last choir standing'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-7713382824823339072</id><published>2008-07-27T15:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:11:51.851+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Unchained melody</title><content type='html'>On Saturday evening the BBC have a music programme called "Last choir standing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/lastchoirstanding/news/songs/track_list.shtml"&gt;BBC - Last Choir Standing - News - Track List&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have managed to see a couple of these shows and every time I am reduced to wiping away tears as I watch. I have a deep appreciation of choir singing brought about by my fathers involvement in male voice choirs. Every time I see or hear a male choir it transports me back to days long gone and I can see people in my minds eye now long departed.&lt;br /&gt;On this weeks episode a gospel choir called Revelation came top of the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIyNnOd7ZEI/AAAAAAAABQ0/JcifVeVRvVg/s1600-h/revelation_306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIyNnOd7ZEI/AAAAAAAABQ0/JcifVeVRvVg/s320/revelation_306.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227708972508341314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/lastchoirstanding&lt;br /&gt;They sang one song called shackles, a line of which is -Remove the shackles from my feet that I may dance, I just want to praise you- a sentiment that echoed deep within. I would say every time I praise God I'm shackled by chains of some sort, whether it's memories, or embarrassment or fear of what someone is thinking. Watch it as a link above or as sung by the composer on you tube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wRayKxgePQI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wRayKxgePQI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-7713382824823339072?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/7713382824823339072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=7713382824823339072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/7713382824823339072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/7713382824823339072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2008/07/unchained-melody.html' title='Unchained melody'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIyNnOd7ZEI/AAAAAAAABQ0/JcifVeVRvVg/s72-c/revelation_306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-8520105487905529178</id><published>2008-07-27T15:27:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:41:57.465+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>Saturday started off as a dull, cloudy day giving every appearance that it would be wet. We headed off early to go to St Georges market in Belfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIyGSJZ553I/AAAAAAAABQU/8DbTgyLD4fs/s1600-h/St+Georges+market+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIyGSJZ553I/AAAAAAAABQU/8DbTgyLD4fs/s320/St+Georges+market+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227700913790642034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love the market, so many free samples to try and foods to eat. We bought the obigatory token, this time Irish marmalade(which is delicious) and a craft maker for Heather. While we were in the market the clouds dissapeared and the sun came out making the market a very warm place to be walking arround.&lt;br /&gt;In Carrick that afternoon there was a cancer charity day with the emergency services present. There were long boat races and joisting in the castle grounds as well as a display from the police helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIyIUQnWDDI/AAAAAAAABQc/eO2N1WyhNcE/s1600-h/Carrick+joisting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIyIUQnWDDI/AAAAAAAABQc/eO2N1WyhNcE/s320/Carrick+joisting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227703149109054514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIyIUkmzCVI/AAAAAAAABQk/jLTbr2ujFEg/s1600-h/joisting+Carric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIyIUkmzCVI/AAAAAAAABQk/jLTbr2ujFEg/s320/joisting+Carric.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227703154475469138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIyIUrotpjI/AAAAAAAABQs/-DeulEMlkmw/s1600-h/Longboat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIyIUrotpjI/AAAAAAAABQs/-DeulEMlkmw/s320/Longboat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227703156362552882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a very pleasent day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-8520105487905529178?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/8520105487905529178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=8520105487905529178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/8520105487905529178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/8520105487905529178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2008/07/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIyGSJZ553I/AAAAAAAABQU/8DbTgyLD4fs/s72-c/St+Georges+market+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-3272482515719149167</id><published>2008-07-22T19:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:58:10.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim's 22nd</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my second eldest 22nd birthday, so for a change and for the first time in my life we went to a sushi bar.&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought that the sign of Belfast becoming a cosmopolitan city would be the opening of a sushi restaurant. Now in Belfast there are several such places. Who would have imagined in the dark days of the 70's that in the 21st century people in Belfast would be sitting down to plates of raw fish and vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIYsWuGkz_I/AAAAAAAABPs/bKe99ogJr_c/s1600-h/sushi+train.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIYsWuGkz_I/AAAAAAAABPs/bKe99ogJr_c/s320/sushi+train.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225913186454392818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIYsXY9BnvI/AAAAAAAABP0/p6IC-eAYRWc/s1600-h/duck+%26+orange+sushi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIYsXY9BnvI/AAAAAAAABP0/p6IC-eAYRWc/s320/duck+%26+orange+sushi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225913197957062386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIYsX7p0Y8I/AAAAAAAABP8/3vDyD3i1_R0/s1600-h/Ken+%26+Tim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIYsX7p0Y8I/AAAAAAAABP8/3vDyD3i1_R0/s320/Ken+%26+Tim.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225913207271744450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIYsYVw5w8I/AAAAAAAABQE/zYaAlZdJV54/s1600-h/my+dishes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIYsYVw5w8I/AAAAAAAABQE/zYaAlZdJV54/s320/my+dishes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225913214280778690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIYsYh0Bk3I/AAAAAAAABQM/nOANLy6KPg4/s1600-h/dessert.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIYsYh0Bk3I/AAAAAAAABQM/nOANLy6KPg4/s320/dessert.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225913217515098994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very enjoyable experience and the staff were extremely helpful in explaining what was on each plate. The cost depended on the colour of the dish - obviously related to what was on it.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I looked at my 11 year old daughter and reminded her how fortunate she was. I was 56 before I sat at a sushi train and here she was with that experience already taken. I wondered what it will be like for her when she reaches my age, will there still be things to look forward to experiencing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-3272482515719149167?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.gotobelfast.com/thingstodo/viewdetail.cfm/TDVenue_Key/526/TDGenre_Key/19/level/page/category_key/197/Page_Key/279/parent_key/0/type/Page/PaGeName/Sakura_Sushi_Japanese_Restaurant.htm' title='Tim&apos;s 22nd'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/3272482515719149167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=3272482515719149167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3272482515719149167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3272482515719149167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2008/07/tims-22nd.html' title='Tim&apos;s 22nd'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SIYsWuGkz_I/AAAAAAAABPs/bKe99ogJr_c/s72-c/sushi+train.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-3376370801820734926</id><published>2008-07-15T21:11:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:48:51.918+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A race apart</title><content type='html'>During May of 2001, while on a course in Amsterdam, I managed to visit the home of Ann Frank. One could not but be moved in reading the diary excerpts and viewing the room that in which she hid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SH0E_AkupcI/AAAAAAAABOA/CCuWLSwx69o/s1600-h/anne12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SH0E_AkupcI/AAAAAAAABOA/CCuWLSwx69o/s320/anne12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223336623351965122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a dark dank December night that same year while in Boston on another training course I visited the Jewish memorial, and was yet again moved in reading the thousands of names inscribed on that structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SH0GF_mE6OI/AAAAAAAABOI/BIeFkjSL7e8/s1600-h/Boston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SH0GF_mE6OI/AAAAAAAABOI/BIeFkjSL7e8/s320/Boston.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223337842859895010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you look up from these monoliths, the six large towers of glass immediately grab your attention. &lt;br /&gt;Each of these towers represents one of the sixth death camps (Belzec, Auschwitz-Birkenau, Sobibor, Majdanek, Treblinka, and Chelmno). Each tower is made out of plates of glass that are etched with white numbers, which represent the registration numbers of victims. &lt;br /&gt;When you walk underneath the tower, you realize a number of things. &lt;br /&gt;When standing there, your eyes are immediately drawn to the numbers on the glass. Then, your eyes focus on a short quote from survivors, different on each tower, about life either before, within, or after the camps. Soon, you realize that you are standing upon a grate in which warm air is coming out. As Stanley Saitowitz, the designer of the memorial, described it, "like human breath as it passes through the glass chimneys to heaven." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on a short break in Prague last week I visited the Jewish memorial in the Pinkas Synagogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SH0JEE4jAgI/AAAAAAAABOQ/6Fcm2DOAFaQ/s1600-h/Prague+names.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SH0JEE4jAgI/AAAAAAAABOQ/6Fcm2DOAFaQ/s320/Prague+names.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223341108454687234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pinkas Synagogue is dedicated to the Jewish victims of the Holocaust from Bohemia and Moravia; their 77,297 names are inscribed on the walls of the main nave and adjoining areas. &lt;br /&gt;The text of the inscriptions was compiled from card indexes, which were drawn up shortly after the war on the basis of extant transport papers, registration lists and survivor's accounts. &lt;br /&gt;As I visited all these sites I couldn't help but be moved to tears as I thought of the inhumanity inflicted on young and old alike, male and female. Surely there is something exceptional about the race of Jews, who have faced persecution throughout history. &lt;br /&gt;Is it because the Messiah was to come from David's line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Issiah 62&lt;br /&gt;1 For Zion's sake I will not keep silent, &lt;br /&gt;for Jerusalem's sake I will not remain quiet, &lt;br /&gt;till her righteousness shines out like the dawn, &lt;br /&gt;her salvation like a blazing torch. &lt;br /&gt;2The nations will see your righteousness, &lt;br /&gt;and all kings your glory; &lt;br /&gt;you will be called by a new name &lt;br /&gt;that the mouth of the LORD will bestow. &lt;br /&gt;3You will be a crown of splendor in the LORD's hand, &lt;br /&gt;a royal diadem in the hand of your God. &lt;br /&gt;4No longer will they call you Deserted, &lt;br /&gt;or name your land Desolate. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-3376370801820734926?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/3376370801820734926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=3376370801820734926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3376370801820734926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3376370801820734926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2008/07/race-apart.html' title='A race apart'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SH0E_AkupcI/AAAAAAAABOA/CCuWLSwx69o/s72-c/anne12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-4234683587257942739</id><published>2008-06-05T20:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:41:57.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrick in the sun</title><content type='html'>Carrickfergus has been bathing in sun now for almost three weeks &lt;a href="http://www.carrickfergus.org/site/marina/index.htm"&gt;Carrickfergus Council: MARINA&lt;/a&gt; . It all came to an end yesterday-the day we were having our home group b-b-q. There was I standing outside, in the rain, wood smoke belching everywhere and everyone else sitting in comfort in the house. Anyway on Saturday Carrick council held a farmers market in the town, a bit disappointed in the number of stalls, but as a first for Carrick I hope it develops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SEhAwqbpVqI/AAAAAAAABNo/ctq8Q2-v3n8/s1600-h/P5310214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SEhAwqbpVqI/AAAAAAAABNo/ctq8Q2-v3n8/s320/P5310214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208484173822121634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SEhAxqyGluI/AAAAAAAABNw/-mLEDZK5bXU/s1600-h/P5310211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SEhAxqyGluI/AAAAAAAABNw/-mLEDZK5bXU/s320/P5310211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208484191096182498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SEhAyy1lLOI/AAAAAAAABN4/v9C0YfBpPP0/s1600-h/P5310212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SEhAyy1lLOI/AAAAAAAABN4/v9C0YfBpPP0/s320/P5310212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208484210438122722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-4234683587257942739?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/4234683587257942739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=4234683587257942739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/4234683587257942739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/4234683587257942739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2008/06/carrick-in-sun.html' title='Carrick in the sun'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SEhAwqbpVqI/AAAAAAAABNo/ctq8Q2-v3n8/s72-c/P5310214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-457544789153182503</id><published>2008-05-19T21:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:24:06.534+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk for life</title><content type='html'>Tonight was the first night of six nights in which the ladies of Carrick Baptist Church &lt;a href="http://www.carrickfergusbaptist.com/site/"&gt;Welcome to - Carrickfergus Baptist Church&lt;/a&gt; will run a walk for life outreach with the woman of the town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SDHqQ9FgkmI/AAAAAAAABMU/K3ztsaISyLo/s1600-h/P5130223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SDHqQ9FgkmI/AAAAAAAABMU/K3ztsaISyLo/s320/P5130223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202196621586109026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SDHqRdFgknI/AAAAAAAABMc/oW64FfIoP08/s1600-h/P5130220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SDHqRdFgknI/AAAAAAAABMc/oW64FfIoP08/s320/P5130220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202196630176043634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to gauge the length of the walks on Sunday afternoon we sampled the delights of the glen, now having lived in Carrickfergus for almost thirty years, I had seen the signs but never had been into Oakfield Glen. &lt;a href="http://www.wt-woods.org.uk/OakfieldGlen"&gt;Oakfield Glen, Antrim&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was a delight , like a total oasis in the midst of a busy town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SDHs6tFgkoI/AAAAAAAABMk/61zWFo7wg9Q/s1600-h/walk+for+life002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SDHs6tFgkoI/AAAAAAAABMk/61zWFo7wg9Q/s320/walk+for+life002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202199537868903042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SDHs79FgkpI/AAAAAAAABMs/5LeqBNXWSq8/s1600-h/walk+for+life006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SDHs79FgkpI/AAAAAAAABMs/5LeqBNXWSq8/s320/walk+for+life006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202199559343739538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SDHs9NFgkqI/AAAAAAAABM0/YSl9KsB2Kr4/s1600-h/walk+for+life003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SDHs9NFgkqI/AAAAAAAABM0/YSl9KsB2Kr4/s320/walk+for+life003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202199580818576034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another walk took us down by the duck pond where a swan was caring for her six baby cygnets, the cob having been savaged to death by a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SDHvDdFgkrI/AAAAAAAABM8/6YynAuWrth0/s1600-h/walk+for+life013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SDHvDdFgkrI/AAAAAAAABM8/6YynAuWrth0/s320/walk+for+life013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202201887216014002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SDHvDtFgksI/AAAAAAAABNE/P-PqEVRjvyo/s1600-h/walk+for+life007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SDHvDtFgksI/AAAAAAAABNE/P-PqEVRjvyo/s320/walk+for+life007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202201891510981314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-457544789153182503?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/457544789153182503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=457544789153182503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/457544789153182503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/457544789153182503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2008/05/walk-for-life.html' title='Walk for life'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SDHqQ9FgkmI/AAAAAAAABMU/K3ztsaISyLo/s72-c/P5130223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-7924189762157357972</id><published>2008-05-06T18:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:14:59.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Attitude | Articles</title><content type='html'>Came across this blogger, thought it was an interesting piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newattitude.org/articles/unity_in_the_cross"&gt;New Attitude | Articles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-7924189762157357972?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://newattitude.org/articles/unity_in_the_cross' title='New Attitude | Articles'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/7924189762157357972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=7924189762157357972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/7924189762157357972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/7924189762157357972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-attitude-articles.html' title='New Attitude | Articles'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-1329575578066515470</id><published>2008-04-29T19:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:23:36.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Who do you think you are?</title><content type='html'>I am fascinated by the BBC series of programmes entitled "who do you think you are?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbcwhodoyouthinkyouare.com/"&gt;Who Do You Think You Are? BBC Magazine -&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this series famous people, with the help off genealogists, research their family background. I guess it appeals to the innate nosiness that I have-I love to take train journeys just to be able to see parts of property that you can never see by car. &lt;br /&gt;In these programmes certain events stand out, I will never forget that hard man of political journalism, Jeremy Paxman, reduced to tears as he read of his family's stay in the poor house or John Hurt in total devastation when he found that there was no Irish blood in his line at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece has managed to trace my family on my fathers side back my Great,great,great,great,great grandfather,born in 1699 died 1780. She managed to go back on my Great,great,great,great,great grandmothers side to 1563 another 5 generations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SBdzac8LjYI/AAAAAAAABME/6Edc53k3m1w/s1600-h/2008-04-29-1952-39_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SBdzac8LjYI/AAAAAAAABME/6Edc53k3m1w/s320/2008-04-29-1952-39_edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194747593477557634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SBdza88LjZI/AAAAAAAABMM/ePhw9dcymtE/s1600-h/2008-04-29-1949-07_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SBdza88LjZI/AAAAAAAABMM/ePhw9dcymtE/s320/2008-04-29-1949-07_edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194747602067492242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this amazing that you can trace history back and know that you are part of this line going back to the 16th century. So much detail can be found, my Great,great,great,great,great grandfather(&amp; GGGGGGmother) had nine children and lived in East Moen, Hampshire, England &lt;a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;tab=wl"&gt;East Meon, Petersfield, Hampshire, United Kingdom - Google Maps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-1329575578066515470?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/1329575578066515470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=1329575578066515470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1329575578066515470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1329575578066515470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-do-you-think-you-are.html' title='Who do you think you are?'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SBdzac8LjYI/AAAAAAAABME/6Edc53k3m1w/s72-c/2008-04-29-1952-39_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-3190075255535571900</id><published>2008-04-25T19:57:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:54:56.011+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloria Prisca Novatur.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.carrickfergus.org/"&gt;Carrickfergus Borough Council&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gloria Prisca Novatur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ,is the town motto of Carrick, translated "The glory of the old made new". Lately the town has been certainly living up to this motto and it has been interesting to watch the upgrade of the sea front(even when they didn't have the lights arrive on time). The other weekend I took my first stroll down the new esplanade and it is a vast improvement to the town and over the summer I'm confident will be well used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SBIt288LjKI/AAAAAAAABJU/fuHMgJLekL0/s1600-h/P4130227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SBIt288LjKI/AAAAAAAABJU/fuHMgJLekL0/s320/P4130227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193263742406331554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SBIt3s8LjLI/AAAAAAAABJc/SDTPOHTivA0/s1600-h/P4130226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SBIt3s8LjLI/AAAAAAAABJc/SDTPOHTivA0/s320/P4130226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193263755291233458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-3190075255535571900?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.carrickfergus.org/' title='Gloria Prisca Novatur.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/3190075255535571900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=3190075255535571900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3190075255535571900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3190075255535571900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2008/04/gloria-prisca-novatur.html' title='Gloria Prisca Novatur.'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/SBIt288LjKI/AAAAAAAABJU/fuHMgJLekL0/s72-c/P4130227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-1345421564937575243</id><published>2008-03-27T20:03:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:10:14.033Z</updated><title type='text'>Saying of the week</title><content type='html'>While listening to The Museum of Curiosity on BBC 4 yesterday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/comedy/museumofcuriosity.shtml"&gt;BBC - Radio 4 - Comedy - The Museum of Curiosity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this quote from the Late Robert Runcie, Archbishop of Canterbury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R-v-tk-vHtI/AAAAAAAABJM/g3_DIHGqLHE/s1600-h/829923runcie300mu5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R-v-tk-vHtI/AAAAAAAABJM/g3_DIHGqLHE/s320/829923runcie300mu5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182515855194267346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The church is like a swimming pool, all the noise is at the shallow end."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-1345421564937575243?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/comedy/museumofcuriosity.shtml' title='Saying of the week'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/1345421564937575243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=1345421564937575243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1345421564937575243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1345421564937575243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2008/03/saying-of-week.html' title='Saying of the week'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R-v-tk-vHtI/AAAAAAAABJM/g3_DIHGqLHE/s72-c/829923runcie300mu5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-8611844241999776875</id><published>2008-03-24T18:52:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:14:11.285Z</updated><title type='text'>What a difference a week makes.</title><content type='html'>Last Monday, St Patricks day, we enjoyed a sunny day with the warmth of the sun promising us brighter days ahead. Today, Easter Monday, a biting North wind blows bringing the occasional snow and sleet shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R-f5wE-vHsI/AAAAAAAABJE/anSnzKKgUaE/s1600-h/P3170226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R-f5wE-vHsI/AAAAAAAABJE/anSnzKKgUaE/s320/P3170226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181384500678958786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture of a gorse bush in full flower last week, it was a tree we always looked out for in the run up to Easter as we boiled our eggs in water infused with the flowers to give the eggs colour. On Easter Monday we were taken down to Tullymore forest Park and we rolled our eggs down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forestserviceni.gov.uk/index/forests-in-northern-ireland/forests-in-the-east-district/tollymore-forest-park.htm"&gt;Tollymore Forest Park Homepage | Northern Ireland Forest Service&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the innocence of those days some 40+ years ago - today it's a competition to see who has the most chocolate eggs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-8611844241999776875?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/8611844241999776875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=8611844241999776875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/8611844241999776875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/8611844241999776875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-difference-week-makes.html' title='What a difference a week makes.'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R-f5wE-vHsI/AAAAAAAABJE/anSnzKKgUaE/s72-c/P3170226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-5423469084322447977</id><published>2008-03-22T22:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:11:06.340Z</updated><title type='text'>Political incorrectness</title><content type='html'>The other week I flew to Scotland to attend a meeting at a hospital in Glasgow and on Wednesday past I had to go to a hospital in Dublin. What amazes me is the fact that from home to destination, I could get to the Scottish hospital quicker than I could to Dublin. Now admittedly I flew to Scotland and took the train to Dublin but it still seems odd that I can get to Glasgow in about 2 and a half hours. It also does not take away the incongruity of flying to Scotland for a committee meeting in the electronic age that we live in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R-WPAk-vHqI/AAAAAAAABIw/yAnmWnWtJ44/s1600-h/A00668-21Aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R-WPAk-vHqI/AAAAAAAABIw/yAnmWnWtJ44/s320/A00668-21Aa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180704186449206946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting in Scotland was held in the Museum Suite and asking at the reception no one knew off it. Eventually on finding it I found it was a "shrine" to Lord Lister the forerunner of antisepsis. The room had an old conference table and 12 ancient leather chairs, the one free wall having old photos and documents displayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R-WQD0-vHrI/AAAAAAAABI4/gehm2MpKskQ/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R-WQD0-vHrI/AAAAAAAABI4/gehm2MpKskQ/s320/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180705341795409586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other three walls had floor to ceiling display cabinets, the contents of which where obscured by paper. These where anatomical specimens dating back to 1710 from a Dr Noble but also included Lord Lister's collection. In the politically correct days in which we live it was felt that it would be too offensive to display such specimens. On asking what was going to happen to them I was informed that they could possibly be sold to the USA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-5423469084322447977?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/5423469084322447977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=5423469084322447977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5423469084322447977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5423469084322447977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2008/03/political-incorrectness.html' title='Political incorrectness'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R-WPAk-vHqI/AAAAAAAABIw/yAnmWnWtJ44/s72-c/A00668-21Aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-8537002523503577583</id><published>2008-03-20T17:56:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:06:05.481+01:00</updated><title type='text'>St Patrick shines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R-Lq4E-vHmI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Bf51fXELCLc/s1600-h/P3170210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R-Lq4E-vHmI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Bf51fXELCLc/s400/P3170210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179960770559942242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R-Lq4U-vHnI/AAAAAAAABIY/Rb-DM6lWxU4/s1600-h/P3170215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R-Lq4U-vHnI/AAAAAAAABIY/Rb-DM6lWxU4/s400/P3170215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179960774854909554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R-Lq40-vHoI/AAAAAAAABIg/UxV3wLGmH0E/s1600-h/P3170222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R-Lq40-vHoI/AAAAAAAABIg/UxV3wLGmH0E/s400/P3170222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179960783444844162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R-Lq5U-vHpI/AAAAAAAABIo/tIQRSWIQfvc/s1600-h/P3170225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R-Lq5U-vHpI/AAAAAAAABIo/tIQRSWIQfvc/s400/P3170225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179960792034778770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 17th March has come and gone, another year less to debate the denominational bent of this man,Patrick. But the day came and the sun shone.&lt;br /&gt;We went for a walk along the blackhead in Whitehead-there's an Irishism for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; http://www.walkni.com/Walk.aspx?ID=322 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Took the climb up to the lighthouse and the view was spectacular across the lough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-8537002523503577583?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/8537002523503577583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=8537002523503577583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/8537002523503577583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/8537002523503577583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2008/03/st-patrick-shines.html' title='St Patrick shines'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R-Lq4E-vHmI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Bf51fXELCLc/s72-c/P3170210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-473604849308120026</id><published>2008-02-27T19:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-29T17:00:56.569Z</updated><title type='text'>Thailand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R8g5Z7O59hI/AAAAAAAABHQ/90aCV-Saqxk/s1600-h/P1300022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R8g5Z7O59hI/AAAAAAAABHQ/90aCV-Saqxk/s320/P1300022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172447289594738194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R8g5abO59iI/AAAAAAAABHY/PWVG-TMqlBM/s1600-h/P2070144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R8g5abO59iI/AAAAAAAABHY/PWVG-TMqlBM/s320/P2070144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172447298184672802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R8g5bLO59jI/AAAAAAAABHg/MMymLVBdwoY/s1600-h/P2020063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R8g5bLO59jI/AAAAAAAABHg/MMymLVBdwoY/s320/P2020063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172447311069574706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few pictures from Mays visit to Thailand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-473604849308120026?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/473604849308120026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=473604849308120026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/473604849308120026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/473604849308120026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2008/02/thailand.html' title='Thailand'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R8g5Z7O59hI/AAAAAAAABHQ/90aCV-Saqxk/s72-c/P1300022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-7800810759029561390</id><published>2008-02-25T22:39:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:48:56.322Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here</title><content type='html'>Didn't quite realize it had been so long since I last posted, I have been so busy I haven't had the time or inclination so sorry Jim! With my wife away in Thailand and the 11+ exams I just forgot about the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R8NEjxjgqGI/AAAAAAAABHI/7o5JojwfAig/s1600-h/P1240017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R8NEjxjgqGI/AAAAAAAABHI/7o5JojwfAig/s320/P1240017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171052178539849826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my constitutional lunch time walk round the hospital site a few weeks ago I noticed these early signs of spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-7800810759029561390?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/7800810759029561390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=7800810759029561390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/7800810759029561390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/7800810759029561390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R8NEjxjgqGI/AAAAAAAABHI/7o5JojwfAig/s72-c/P1240017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-2625422737224795912</id><published>2008-01-01T10:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:41:03.045Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2008</title><content type='html'>So this is 2008, funny it seems the same as yesterday-is it just that I am another day older?&lt;br /&gt;I have this week off on annual leave from my busy place of work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R3oViGyDhjI/AAAAAAAABGQ/NuDEAGT7nzk/s1600-h/PC280010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R3oViGyDhjI/AAAAAAAABGQ/NuDEAGT7nzk/s320/PC280010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150452799531877938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R3oVimyDhkI/AAAAAAAABGY/poXWjUsXQ3c/s1600-h/PC280009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R3oVimyDhkI/AAAAAAAABGY/poXWjUsXQ3c/s320/PC280009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150452808121812546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I removed all the decorations and cards before I left so that all I'll come back too will be a backlog of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent boxing day at my brothers, nice log fire burning on a grey December day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R3oWhmyDhlI/AAAAAAAABGg/fZoXp6HU9sQ/s1600-h/PC260004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R3oWhmyDhlI/AAAAAAAABGg/fZoXp6HU9sQ/s320/PC260004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150453890453571154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R3oWh2yDhmI/AAAAAAAABGo/mPntBRCEylE/s1600-h/PC260007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R3oWh2yDhmI/AAAAAAAABGo/mPntBRCEylE/s320/PC260007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150453894748538466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought the new year in at Jim and Jacqui's and and we were treated to a chocolate fountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R3oXNmyDhnI/AAAAAAAABGw/3yzPBPR5uXE/s1600-h/PC310017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R3oXNmyDhnI/AAAAAAAABGw/3yzPBPR5uXE/s320/PC310017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150454646367815282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After toasting in the new year we then had a competition on Wii - sad to say I was beaten by someone almost half a century younger than myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R3oYLGyDhoI/AAAAAAAABG4/jOuNgZ9aPk8/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R3oYLGyDhoI/AAAAAAAABG4/jOuNgZ9aPk8/s320/P1010019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150455702929770114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R3oYLmyDhpI/AAAAAAAABHA/plYRFdYMoEg/s1600-h/P1010023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R3oYLmyDhpI/AAAAAAAABHA/plYRFdYMoEg/s320/P1010023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150455711519704722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-2625422737224795912?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/2625422737224795912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=2625422737224795912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/2625422737224795912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/2625422737224795912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-2008.html' title='Happy 2008'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R3oViGyDhjI/AAAAAAAABGQ/NuDEAGT7nzk/s72-c/PC280010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-7308974843396559971</id><published>2007-12-23T19:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-23T19:31:38.143Z</updated><title type='text'>The King is coming-again!</title><content type='html'>Two more days to Christmas, two days to that time when the God became man, the reality of this is that He is coming again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BbDQOwyfelg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BbDQOwyfelg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-7308974843396559971?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/7308974843396559971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=7308974843396559971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/7308974843396559971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/7308974843396559971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/12/king-is-coming-again.html' title='The King is coming-again!'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-3688889504125430348</id><published>2007-12-13T18:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T18:45:39.696Z</updated><title type='text'>Continental market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R2F9KikR0dI/AAAAAAAABF8/ThoS0NTdqFQ/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R2F9KikR0dI/AAAAAAAABF8/ThoS0NTdqFQ/s320/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143529869464949202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday past we eventually had a free night to visit the  continental market in the grounds of Belfast City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;The night was dry and crisp and the town was packed by people doing their Christmas shopping. It appears to have expanded since last year and a large collection of stalls offered food varying from Kangaroo burgers to bowls of Irish stew. Tim and I opted for the roast pig that was gently turning on the spit.&lt;br /&gt;Bought some cheese, ate a few free olives &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R2F9KykR0eI/AAAAAAAABGE/ni9Nl6YoO9Y/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R2F9KykR0eI/AAAAAAAABGE/ni9Nl6YoO9Y/s320/DSC00072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143529873759916514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Heather bought her sweets. &lt;br /&gt;May refused to try the Belfast eye so had to forgo that pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R2F9KCkR0cI/AAAAAAAABF0/0rngrxJBj08/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R2F9KCkR0cI/AAAAAAAABF0/0rngrxJBj08/s320/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143529860875014594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-3688889504125430348?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/3688889504125430348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=3688889504125430348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3688889504125430348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3688889504125430348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/12/continental-market.html' title='Continental market'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/R2F9KikR0dI/AAAAAAAABF8/ThoS0NTdqFQ/s72-c/DSC00070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-4241816413849132162</id><published>2007-12-01T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-30T17:31:52.458Z</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P0WIJw8JVeU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P0WIJw8JVeU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-4241816413849132162?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/4241816413849132162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=4241816413849132162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/4241816413849132162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/4241816413849132162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-story.html' title='The Christmas story.'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-3137334546305911740</id><published>2007-11-15T20:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-19T18:33:24.764Z</updated><title type='text'>Belfast - City of change.</title><content type='html'>As someone who lived in Belfast for the first 26 years of my life, but has lived outside it for almost 30 years , I see changes in the city every time I return to it. Most of these changes are for the better, others I feel have ruined the character of the city particularly in the northern part. Driving through it on the park and ride bus I noted the changes in an area known as sailor town and in the cathedral quarter. Even up to my late 20's these areas still had thriving communities with albeit poor quality housing, but instead of upgrading the council in their wisdom demolished the whole area and replaced it with motorways and parking areas.&lt;br /&gt;But yet it is good to see the prosperous look that is beginning to mark Belfast as the place to visit &lt;a href="http://www.gotobelfast.com/"&gt;Belfast Tourism | Goto Belfast Belfasts Offical Tourism Website&lt;/a&gt; Even on a cold November day the city was full of foreign tourists, something unimaginable even 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;St Georges market was full to capacity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rz9XuVyuRHI/AAAAAAAABFU/bPdBJeGoXUo/s1600-h/St+Georges+Market.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rz9XuVyuRHI/AAAAAAAABFU/bPdBJeGoXUo/s320/St+Georges+Market.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133918553861145714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest attraction to the city is the Belfast eye offering panoramic views over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rz9YBVyuRII/AAAAAAAABFc/ImEQZk-01LI/s1600-h/Belfast+eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rz9YBVyuRII/AAAAAAAABFc/ImEQZk-01LI/s320/Belfast+eye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133918880278660226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole of the city, three uninterrupted revolutions of the wheel. I thought it was really good value and hope it can be relocated permanently after its short time by the city hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rz9awVyuRJI/AAAAAAAABFk/1fXNtr0ogaY/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rz9awVyuRJI/AAAAAAAABFk/1fXNtr0ogaY/s320/DSC00075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133921886755767442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rz9awlyuRKI/AAAAAAAABFs/p9vPunBdiaM/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rz9awlyuRKI/AAAAAAAABFs/p9vPunBdiaM/s320/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133921891050734754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-3137334546305911740?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.gotobelfast.com' title='Belfast - City of change.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/3137334546305911740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=3137334546305911740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3137334546305911740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3137334546305911740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/11/belfast-city-of-change.html' title='Belfast - City of change.'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rz9XuVyuRHI/AAAAAAAABFU/bPdBJeGoXUo/s72-c/St+Georges+Market.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-2237163407798316066</id><published>2007-11-15T20:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-15T20:19:27.913Z</updated><title type='text'>39 days to go.</title><content type='html'>Talking to Debbie Allen on Facebook the other day she mentioned she was putting up her Christmas lights.And driving home last night I passed the second house that was fully bedecked in stars, climbing Santa's, snowmen etc.&lt;br /&gt;However I think we have a long way to go before we meet the standard of this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rmgf60CI_ks&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rmgf60CI_ks&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-2237163407798316066?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/2237163407798316066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=2237163407798316066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/2237163407798316066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/2237163407798316066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/11/39-days-to-go.html' title='39 days to go.'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-5290793701695441919</id><published>2007-11-07T17:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-07T19:31:28.682Z</updated><title type='text'>The Flu and men.</title><content type='html'>One of the "advantages" of working in the health service &lt;a href="http://www.hscni.net/"&gt;Health and Social Care Northern Ireland Gateway&lt;/a&gt; is that as a member of staff I can get an annual flu jab.&lt;br /&gt;I can count on three fingers the number of times I have had the flu, so I usually decline the offer, maybe when I'm a bit older I'll take it!&lt;br /&gt;There is a certain tendency to imagine that there is a specific flu that applies only to men - the "Man Flu".&lt;br /&gt;I poured scorn on this idea until someone sent me this clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXLHWmjA5IE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXLHWmjA5IE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-5290793701695441919?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/5290793701695441919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=5290793701695441919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5290793701695441919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5290793701695441919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/11/flu-and-men.html' title='The Flu and men.'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-611099191342378917</id><published>2007-10-28T14:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-28T14:43:34.549Z</updated><title type='text'>Things I haven't heard before.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RySfR9-UTOI/AAAAAAAABFM/CtC2T5QOJDg/s1600-h/music.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RySfR9-UTOI/AAAAAAAABFM/CtC2T5QOJDg/s320/music.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126397406896999650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerry Anderson on his radio show (&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/northernireland/"&gt;BBC - Northern Ireland - Homepage&lt;/a&gt;) often comes out with the statement "I haven't said that before on the radio", well I thought I'd start a run on things I haven't heard before. Please feel free to add your suggestions to this comment.&lt;br /&gt;This morning in church the speaker came out with the statement "lets play chopsticks for God this week"&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong I am not criticising the speaker-far from it- it followed on from a good illustration, but in my twisted mind as he said it the thought "I haven't heard that before in church" came to mind and hence this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-611099191342378917?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/611099191342378917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=611099191342378917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/611099191342378917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/611099191342378917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/10/things-i-havent-heard-before.html' title='Things I haven&apos;t heard before.'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RySfR9-UTOI/AAAAAAAABFM/CtC2T5QOJDg/s72-c/music.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-8544208995618544466</id><published>2007-10-23T20:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T18:42:22.638+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Collective nouns.</title><content type='html'>I attended a seminar yesterday at Altnegelvin Hospital, nothing exciting, all to do with document management systems, but it enabled me to be home earlier than needed to pick up my daughter from Irish dance class. As it was a sunny afternoon I took the proverbial walk along the marina.&lt;br /&gt;It was then I spotted something I had never seen before-about eight seals just lying basking in the afternoon sun, lying on rocks just under the water that made it appear that the seals where floating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rx-BLgPWOrI/AAAAAAAABE0/meEIwhY2bpE/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rx-BLgPWOrI/AAAAAAAABE0/meEIwhY2bpE/s320/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124956935603763890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rx-BLwPWOsI/AAAAAAAABE8/1-YKYa32lPc/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rx-BLwPWOsI/AAAAAAAABE8/1-YKYa32lPc/s320/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124956939898731202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual the digital camera was in the car so excuse the phone pics,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rx-BLwPWOtI/AAAAAAAABFE/wYufM9mBr0c/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rx-BLwPWOtI/AAAAAAAABFE/wYufM9mBr0c/s320/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124956939898731218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the title of this blog-what is the collective noun for seals? Is it a school, a pack a herd or maybe just alot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-8544208995618544466?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/8544208995618544466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=8544208995618544466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/8544208995618544466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/8544208995618544466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/10/collective-nouns.html' title='Collective nouns.'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rx-BLgPWOrI/AAAAAAAABE0/meEIwhY2bpE/s72-c/DSC00087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-123277071342032207</id><published>2007-10-23T20:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T20:31:04.055+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>Saturday the 20th was a busy day in the church. On the morning we held a Precept meeting for men with the International Ambassador for Precept, Bob Vereen &lt;a href="http://www.precept.org/site/PageServer"&gt;Precept Ministries International:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we weren't overflowing with men a good morning was had and a number are going to continue the study on Leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rx5JEwPWOiI/AAAAAAAABDs/1ncnxQ5tRo4/s1600-h/DSCF0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rx5JEwPWOiI/AAAAAAAABDs/1ncnxQ5tRo4/s320/DSCF0488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124613772011780642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rx5JGgPWOjI/AAAAAAAABD0/aEVFPYf_TiE/s1600-h/DSCF0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rx5JGgPWOjI/AAAAAAAABD0/aEVFPYf_TiE/s320/DSCF0494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124613802076551730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night there was a surprise 40th birthday party for Phillip, a reconstruction of his 20th party even down to the games that we played. It was odd the Phillip's team managed to win every game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rx5KRAPWOkI/AAAAAAAABD8/y0z586q543o/s1600-h/DSCF0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rx5KRAPWOkI/AAAAAAAABD8/y0z586q543o/s320/DSCF0520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124615081976805954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rx5KRgPWOlI/AAAAAAAABEE/j3iA6AaBUeM/s1600-h/DSCF0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rx5KRgPWOlI/AAAAAAAABEE/j3iA6AaBUeM/s320/DSCF0513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124615090566740562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rx5KSAPWOmI/AAAAAAAABEM/LtawRsTwNe8/s1600-h/DSCF0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rx5KSAPWOmI/AAAAAAAABEM/LtawRsTwNe8/s320/DSCF0507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124615099156675170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also about 20 years ago a photo was taken of the youth fellowship, and at the close those present had a reconstruction of that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rx5LOwPWOnI/AAAAAAAABEU/7WfVXID8Gek/s1600-h/DSCF0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rx5LOwPWOnI/AAAAAAAABEU/7WfVXID8Gek/s320/DSCF0527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124616142833728114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-123277071342032207?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/123277071342032207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=123277071342032207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/123277071342032207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/123277071342032207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/10/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rx5JEwPWOiI/AAAAAAAABDs/1ncnxQ5tRo4/s72-c/DSCF0488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-5400659194811089613</id><published>2007-09-24T19:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:35:49.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rich man Poor Man</title><content type='html'>On Saturday afternoon I walked up the Lisburn Road in Belfast, a relatively well to do part of the town. I noted three Bentley motors including two continental GT's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvgHUxElS7I/AAAAAAAABDk/faVi-hOsYls/s1600-h/06_ContinentalGTC_July_Update_l2_w728_h562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvgHUxElS7I/AAAAAAAABDk/faVi-hOsYls/s320/06_ContinentalGTC_July_Update_l2_w728_h562.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113845430230535090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every other car parked by the road appeared to be some super four-wheel driven off- road vehicle. Truly there are people who give the appearance of having great wealth.&lt;br /&gt;Outside those cathedrals of commercialism, M&amp;S, Tesco's and the CO-OP there where however people who give the appearance of having great need, begging and selling the Big Issue.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to cleverly avoid looking at them, making the mental excuse of the state provision and not wanting to buy the Big Issue because it's the southern edition. And yet I felt uncomfortable doing that. Those verses in Matthew 25 came to mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;31"When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit on his throne in heavenly glory. 32All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. 33He will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left. &lt;br /&gt;34"Then the King will say to those on his right, 'Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. 35For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37"Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40"The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41"Then he will say to those on his left, 'Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. 42For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, 43I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44"They also will answer, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45"He will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46"Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't sit easy reading those words and I wondered if I stopped would the image of Christ be seen in me as I took the time to recognise those less fortunate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-5400659194811089613?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/5400659194811089613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=5400659194811089613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5400659194811089613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5400659194811089613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/09/rich-man-poor-man.html' title='Rich man Poor Man'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvgHUxElS7I/AAAAAAAABDk/faVi-hOsYls/s72-c/06_ContinentalGTC_July_Update_l2_w728_h562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-4213810740657290613</id><published>2007-09-22T11:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:09:54.932+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day</title><content type='html'>All of my family stayed overnight in the Roe Valley hotel following the wedding. It was an opportunity, a rare one, for all the Aunts, Uncles Nephews and Nieces, cousins and grand children to do something together. As my Mother is in her late 80's something not too energetic was required so the suggestion to visit the Giant's Causeway was rejected. We drove down from Limavady in glorious sunshine and headed for Portstewart for a walk along the sea front and then to call in at Morelli's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvToPBElS1I/AAAAAAAABC0/0BRNEIMn_QQ/s1600-h/2007-09-22-1100-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvToPBElS1I/AAAAAAAABC0/0BRNEIMn_QQ/s320/2007-09-22-1100-29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112966821655694162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However just as we arrived so did a shower of rain so the order was reversed, Morelli's first and then we had a walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvTpKhElS2I/AAAAAAAABC8/m5oVGP6CZeY/s1600-h/DSCF0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvTpKhElS2I/AAAAAAAABC8/m5oVGP6CZeY/s320/DSCF0797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112967843857910626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvTpKxElS3I/AAAAAAAABDE/OGNXgdTpg6g/s1600-h/DSCF0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvTpKxElS3I/AAAAAAAABDE/OGNXgdTpg6g/s320/DSCF0800.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112967848152877938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvTpLBElS4I/AAAAAAAABDM/1o0NqUct-Yw/s1600-h/DSCF0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvTpLBElS4I/AAAAAAAABDM/1o0NqUct-Yw/s320/DSCF0801.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112967852447845250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvTpLRElS5I/AAAAAAAABDU/yAn-Yh9cOU0/s1600-h/DSCF0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvTpLRElS5I/AAAAAAAABDU/yAn-Yh9cOU0/s320/DSCF0802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112967856742812562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-4213810740657290613?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/4213810740657290613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=4213810740657290613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/4213810740657290613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/4213810740657290613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/09/family-day.html' title='Family Day'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvToPBElS1I/AAAAAAAABC0/0BRNEIMn_QQ/s72-c/2007-09-22-1100-29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-6424177177649390077</id><published>2007-09-22T10:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T10:51:09.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one bites the dust</title><content type='html'>On Thursday we as a family headed off to attend the wedding of my nephew known to us as David ,now apparently called Davy, to Sandra. The service was held in Hazelbank Presbyterian Church,&lt;a href="http://www.hazelbank-church.supanet.com/"&gt;Hazelbank Presbyterian Church&lt;/a&gt; Coleraine and the reception in the Roe Valley Hotel. &lt;a href="http://www.derry-airport.radissonsas.com/cs/Satellite/Page/RadissonSAS/Page/rsasHotelDescription/1053502931277/en/hotelCode--ldyzr/"&gt;Hotel Information - Radisson SAS Roe Park Resort, Limavady United Kingdom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvTkIRElSxI/AAAAAAAABCU/rXBGRsHfvjA/s1600-h/2007-09-22-1036-56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvTkIRElSxI/AAAAAAAABCU/rXBGRsHfvjA/s320/2007-09-22-1036-56.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112962307645066002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was changeable but thankfully remained dry for most of the afternoon and enabled the pictures to be taken at Sandra's parents home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvTkzhElSyI/AAAAAAAABCc/J3YyMCDfBO8/s1600-h/P9200030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvTkzhElSyI/AAAAAAAABCc/J3YyMCDfBO8/s320/P9200030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112963050674408226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvTkzhElSzI/AAAAAAAABCk/EG8jfOYRYkM/s1600-h/P9200047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvTkzhElSzI/AAAAAAAABCk/EG8jfOYRYkM/s320/P9200047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112963050674408242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvTk0BElS0I/AAAAAAAABCs/osTO1KaqMdo/s1600-h/DSCF0778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvTk0BElS0I/AAAAAAAABCs/osTO1KaqMdo/s320/DSCF0778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112963059264342850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-6424177177649390077?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/6424177177649390077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=6424177177649390077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6424177177649390077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6424177177649390077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another one bites the dust'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvTkIRElSxI/AAAAAAAABCU/rXBGRsHfvjA/s72-c/2007-09-22-1036-56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-6856963781553377287</id><published>2007-09-20T19:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:27:27.771+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Franklin Graham -Celebration of Hope</title><content type='html'>I attended a launch on Wednesday at the Kings Hall for an event to be held in Belfast on the 4th - 6th April 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celebrationofhope.co.uk/"&gt;Franklin Graham Celebration of Hope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvTeJhElSuI/AAAAAAAABB8/UcdhYtTz1xg/s1600-h/2007-09-22-1018-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvTeJhElSuI/AAAAAAAABB8/UcdhYtTz1xg/s320/2007-09-22-1018-15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112955732050135778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approached this with the usual scepticism about big events but left feeling that it offers a great chance for the churches to work together in order to reach the lost. They are seeking to equip the believers to reach out to their friends and have organised widespread training that will be available to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvTfqxElSvI/AAAAAAAABCE/CnNSvmRyVEE/s1600-h/2007-09-22-1024-47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvTfqxElSvI/AAAAAAAABCE/CnNSvmRyVEE/s320/2007-09-22-1024-47.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112957402792413938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the people get together this has the potential to have a big impact, they are keen not to fill the Odyssey with "Christians". The one thing they do request is prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-6856963781553377287?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.grahamfestival.org/index.asp?bhfv=9&amp;bhfx=9%2C0%2C28%2C0' title='Franklin Graham -Celebration of Hope'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/6856963781553377287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=6856963781553377287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6856963781553377287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6856963781553377287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/09/franklin-graham-celebration-of-hope.html' title='Franklin Graham -Celebration of Hope'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RvTeJhElSuI/AAAAAAAABB8/UcdhYtTz1xg/s72-c/2007-09-22-1018-15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-7034816187090591091</id><published>2007-09-18T19:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T19:31:54.027+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time like an ever rolling stream...</title><content type='html'>It never fails to amaze me at how quickly life and situations change. My last post was of the church BBQ and the fellowship and fun together and yet by the following Monday the church family mourned the death of one of it's great statesmen, a former elder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events come upon us at a rapid pace, sometimes we are just reduced to tears, crying out to God for wisdom and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt drawn to read this Psalm 42 on Sunday, reminding us ,His people, that irrespective of the situation we are found in our hope is in God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 As the deer pants for the water brooks,&lt;br /&gt;So my soul pants for You, O God. &lt;br /&gt;2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God;&lt;br /&gt;When shall I come and appear before God? &lt;br /&gt;3 My tears have been my food day and night,&lt;br /&gt;While they say to me all day long, "Where is your God?" &lt;br /&gt;4 These things I remember and I pour out my soul within me &lt;br /&gt;For I used to go along with the throng and lead them in procession to the house of God,&lt;br /&gt;With the voice of joy and thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival. &lt;br /&gt;5 Why are you in despair, O my soul?&lt;br /&gt;And why have you become disturbed within me?&lt;br /&gt;Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him&lt;br /&gt;For the help of His presence. &lt;br /&gt;6 O my God, my soul is in despair within me;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I remember You from the land of the Jordan&lt;br /&gt;And the peaks of Hermon, from Mount Mizar. &lt;br /&gt;7 Deep calls to deep at the sound of Your waterfalls;&lt;br /&gt;All Your breakers and Your waves have rolled over me. &lt;br /&gt;8 The LORD will command His lovingkindness in the daytime;&lt;br /&gt;And His song will be with me in the night,&lt;br /&gt;A prayer to the God of my life. &lt;br /&gt;9 I will say to God my rock, "Why have You forgotten me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?" &lt;br /&gt;10 As a shattering of my bones, my adversaries revile me,&lt;br /&gt;While they say to me all day long, "Where is your God?" &lt;br /&gt;11 Why are you in despair, O my soul?&lt;br /&gt;And why have you become disturbed within me?&lt;br /&gt;Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him,&lt;br /&gt;The help of my countenance and my God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-7034816187090591091?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/7034816187090591091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=7034816187090591091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/7034816187090591091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/7034816187090591091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-like-ever-rolling-stream.html' title='Time like an ever rolling stream...'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-6349939887157564571</id><published>2007-09-09T22:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:32:11.955+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time again</title><content type='html'>On a glorious September evening we held our annual church BBQ at Carnfunock country park. The righteous brothers did the cooking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RuRodyhUiNI/AAAAAAAABAo/mW0iVpQja08/s1600-h/DSCF0735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RuRodyhUiNI/AAAAAAAABAo/mW0iVpQja08/s320/DSCF0735.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108322738332010706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aided by the head cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RuRo3ChUiOI/AAAAAAAABAw/-9PNa01CI1k/s1600-h/DSCF0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RuRo3ChUiOI/AAAAAAAABAw/-9PNa01CI1k/s320/DSCF0741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108323172123707618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pity that not more attended but there was stiff competition from the Proms in the Park at Carrick Castle(&lt;a href="http://images.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=http://news.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/spl/hi/pop_ups/07/uk_enl_1180522564/img/1.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/shared/spl/hi/pop_ups/07/uk_enl_1180522564/html/1.stm&amp;amp;h=200&amp;amp;w=300&amp;amp;sz=57&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=18&amp;amp;sig2=y5xoMkoyicA4R6el_vgJzw&amp;amp;tbnid=BHrpZkEHpYYKnM:&amp;amp;tbnh=90&amp;amp;tbnw=135&amp;amp;ei=bmrkRubqJoi4xAGGr5CqDQ&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dproms%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bpark%2Bcarrickfergus%26gbv%3D2%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG"&gt;Google Image Result for http://news.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/spl/hi/pop_ups/07/uk_enl_1180522564/img/1.jpg&lt;/a&gt;), Northern Ireland playing a football match(,&lt;a href="http://www.irishfa.com/"&gt;Irish Football Association, Northern Ireland&lt;/a&gt;) the air show in Portrush                ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OH7EUN5J-b4) and of course the Rugby world cup(&lt;a href="http://www.rugbyworldcup.com/"&gt;RWC 2007&lt;/a&gt;) but a good night was had by everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RuRpyShUiPI/AAAAAAAABA4/p9KdHyp1GOM/s1600-h/DSCF0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RuRpyShUiPI/AAAAAAAABA4/p9KdHyp1GOM/s320/DSCF0743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108324190030956786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RuRpyyhUiQI/AAAAAAAABBA/DGaKSgJGvGU/s1600-h/DSCF0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RuRpyyhUiQI/AAAAAAAABBA/DGaKSgJGvGU/s320/DSCF0750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108324198620891394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RuRpzShUiRI/AAAAAAAABBI/3hQwDm35tWU/s1600-h/DSCF0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RuRpzShUiRI/AAAAAAAABBI/3hQwDm35tWU/s320/DSCF0752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108324207210826002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-6349939887157564571?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/6349939887157564571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=6349939887157564571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6349939887157564571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6349939887157564571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time again'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RuRodyhUiNI/AAAAAAAABAo/mW0iVpQja08/s72-c/DSCF0735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-582062854003875531</id><published>2007-09-08T20:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:31:37.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The wedding -Part 2</title><content type='html'>Friday evening we had a rerun of the wedding that took place in Lindos a few weeks ago. This time it was heldin Carrick Golf Club and about 100 attended the meal and evening reception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RuW3kyhUiSI/AAAAAAAABBQ/9kHfm8FOoYc/s1600-h/DSCF0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RuW3kyhUiSI/AAAAAAAABBQ/9kHfm8FOoYc/s320/DSCF0701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108691194986400034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RuRnhChUiLI/AAAAAAAABAY/DIwjW9XZuhA/s1600-h/DSCF0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RuRnhChUiLI/AAAAAAAABAY/DIwjW9XZuhA/s320/DSCF0696.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108321694654957746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RuRnhShUiMI/AAAAAAAABAg/_vioH-ONfhE/s1600-h/DSCF0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RuRnhShUiMI/AAAAAAAABAg/_vioH-ONfhE/s320/DSCF0723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108321698949925058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-582062854003875531?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/582062854003875531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=582062854003875531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/582062854003875531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/582062854003875531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/09/wedding-part-2.html' title='The wedding -Part 2'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RuW3kyhUiSI/AAAAAAAABBQ/9kHfm8FOoYc/s72-c/DSCF0701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-1581012677121387644</id><published>2007-09-01T09:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T10:17:32.815+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September</title><content type='html'>So today is the first of September, summer is gone and the start of Autumn with all the new beginnings of events that have stopped for the summer. It has been a disappointing summer weather wise, the fact that we had such good weather in April and May lulled us into a false sense of a good summer to come, as it was it turned out to be the wettest since records began.&lt;br /&gt;We are just back from attending the wedding of my nephew in Lindos, Rhodes in temperatures that reached extreme heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RtkpkShUiFI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/KYymZpughoA/s1600-h/DSCF0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RtkpkShUiFI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/KYymZpughoA/s320/DSCF0315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105157356024793170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindos is a quaint old town with it's own amphitheatre and acropolis, development is prohibited and all building must follow the traditional format, so it is quite unlike the rest of the island with it gross commercial developments and tacky displays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RtkqMChUiGI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/vQ7QWZ1Dr4s/s1600-h/DSCF0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RtkqMChUiGI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/vQ7QWZ1Dr4s/s320/DSCF0366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105158038924593250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rtkr6ShUiII/AAAAAAAAA_o/HP75Je6XY2Q/s1600-h/DSCF0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rtkr6ShUiII/AAAAAAAAA_o/HP75Je6XY2Q/s320/DSCF0347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105159933005170818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We in the west have an over inflated idea of our importance in world development,it is staggering to remind ourselves that great civilisations where present here while we were still digging with our hands to eek out an existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding went well, apart from the copious amount of sweat flowing down everyones back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RtkrKyhUiHI/AAAAAAAAA_g/7hjbBixZXBw/s1600-h/DSCF0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RtkrKyhUiHI/AAAAAAAAA_g/7hjbBixZXBw/s320/DSCF0412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105159116961384562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony in St Paul's bay we made our way to a local restaurant for a traditional Greek dinner with compulsory wedding cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RtktYChUiJI/AAAAAAAAA_w/0y7Jo3B3_Iw/s1600-h/DSCF0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RtktYChUiJI/AAAAAAAAA_w/0y7Jo3B3_Iw/s320/DSCF0448.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105161543617906834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-1581012677121387644?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/1581012677121387644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=1581012677121387644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1581012677121387644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1581012677121387644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/09/september.html' title='September'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RtkpkShUiFI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/KYymZpughoA/s72-c/DSCF0315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-1314338009980068060</id><published>2007-08-21T16:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T16:46:23.505+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun, sun sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RssG8ShUiEI/AAAAAAAAA_I/WJPtYpwGyMM/s1600-h/P8210010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RssG8ShUiEI/AAAAAAAAA_I/WJPtYpwGyMM/s320/P8210010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101178635760732226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last a glimpse of the summer that we had in April and May. Two good days in a row and the promise of a few more, too good to waste at home. It was time for the annual trip to Carnfunnock &lt;a href="http://www.carnfunnock.com/"&gt;Carnfunnock, Larne, Carnfunnock Country Park&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RssFkChUiAI/AAAAAAAAA-o/yZThT6xhP-s/s1600-h/P8210012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RssFkChUiAI/AAAAAAAAA-o/yZThT6xhP-s/s320/P8210012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101177119637276674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early cloud soon disappeared to be replaced by that burning sphere in the sky. The park was full with day trippers,summer schemes and caravaners. Had a game on the 18 hole crazy golf and Heather tried her hand at the bungee rope(a treat she missed at school because of illness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RssGYihUiBI/AAAAAAAAA-w/I7V81CDFd_0/s1600-h/P8210004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RssGYihUiBI/AAAAAAAAA-w/I7V81CDFd_0/s320/P8210004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101178021580408850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RssGaihUiCI/AAAAAAAAA-4/gzyDw-E03RI/s1600-h/P8210001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RssGaihUiCI/AAAAAAAAA-4/gzyDw-E03RI/s320/P8210001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101178055940147234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost ourselves in the maze for a while-altogether a pleasant day out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RssGtihUiDI/AAAAAAAAA_A/43Aw0_Gq04Y/s1600-h/P8210005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RssGtihUiDI/AAAAAAAAA_A/43Aw0_Gq04Y/s320/P8210005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101178382357661746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No trip along the coast on a sunny day is complete without a stop at the Rhinka for a home made 99 ice cream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-1314338009980068060?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/1314338009980068060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=1314338009980068060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1314338009980068060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1314338009980068060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/08/sun-sun-sun.html' title='Sun, sun sun'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RssG8ShUiEI/AAAAAAAAA_I/WJPtYpwGyMM/s72-c/P8210010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-8402411978385051728</id><published>2007-08-16T17:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:29:58.291+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Old routes and fond memories</title><content type='html'>Decided to head off early today and drive the long way down the Ards peninsula via Millisle, Ballywalter, Portavogie,Cloughy and eventually to Portaferry. &lt;a href="http://emeraldtiger.com/countys/down/tour.htm"&gt;Ards Peninsula Tour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that it seems regional development stops at Groomsport, this area must be one of the most poorly developed in Northern Ireland, with roads that at times could barely accommodate two cars passing and potholes every half mile or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RsR3ipFal0I/AAAAAAAAA94/miCO6MOj6g8/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RsR3ipFal0I/AAAAAAAAA94/miCO6MOj6g8/s320/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099332115118069570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop was Bangor and a walk round the Pickie Pool (not as it appears in this old photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RsSbh5Fal2I/AAAAAAAAA-I/sKclMf1Y8RQ/s1600-h/Pickie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RsSbh5Fal2I/AAAAAAAAA-I/sKclMf1Y8RQ/s320/Pickie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099371684651767650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather and I decided not to ride on the swans and the railway was closed so off we headed for Millisle to have a 99 ice cream. Then it was on to Portaferry, home to the Exploris centre. &lt;a href="http://www.exploris.org.uk/"&gt;Exploris - The Northern Ireland Aquarium, Open Sea Aquarium, Strangford Lough Portaferry&lt;/a&gt;. Spent some time viewing the fish and also at the touch tank for a hands on display&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RsScJJFal3I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/A_Fyj8AP1B0/s1600-h/exploris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RsScJJFal3I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/A_Fyj8AP1B0/s320/exploris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099372358961633138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way down we passed through the village of Cloughy, a place that is dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RsSfTJFal4I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/LBGwrb8mdp4/s1600-h/wrs02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RsSfTJFal4I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/LBGwrb8mdp4/s320/wrs02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099375829295208322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;White-rumped Sandpipers, Cloughy, Co. Down, 16th October 2006. (Photo: Derek Charles).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One of my fondest memories is of a childhood holiday spent there as a young boy of about 8. I have this memory of my Mum and Dad, my twin sister and my older brother all laughing as we played on the beach. I thought of my daughter sitting in the back of the car, a couple of years older than I was in my memory, and I wondered what she would recall as she becomes older. For the last few years I have spent about a week each year, as Father and daughter, just doing things and going places together over the summer months and I hope these will be a legacy in her memory!&lt;br /&gt;We finished our tour with lunch together in a beautiful small restaurant in Portaferry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RsShtJFal5I/AAAAAAAAA-g/BSW1oKhHLhk/s1600-h/Marina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RsShtJFal5I/AAAAAAAAA-g/BSW1oKhHLhk/s320/Marina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099378474995062674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-8402411978385051728?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/8402411978385051728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=8402411978385051728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/8402411978385051728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/8402411978385051728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/08/old-routes-and-fond-memories.html' title='Old routes and fond memories'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RsR3ipFal0I/AAAAAAAAA94/miCO6MOj6g8/s72-c/DSC00055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-3321902274420206136</id><published>2007-08-09T20:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:54:22.419+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2007</title><content type='html'>Heather and I are off for a few days so we drove down to our nearest beach- Brown's Bay (&lt;a href="http://www.causewaycoastandglens.com/Activities/Walking/SkernaghanPoint/tabid/399/Default.aspx"&gt;Skernaghan Point Walking Tour 10&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;This is the beach on a summer afternoon, albeit a bit showery. I counted the grand total of seven people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RsB97zpzxGI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Vgne_fn5mbI/s1600-h/P8130001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RsB97zpzxGI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Vgne_fn5mbI/s320/P8130001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098213244614722658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove on to Portmuck and discovered far more people there than at Browns Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.ntlworld.com/declan.higgins/gallery/Landscapes/slides/Portmuck%20-%20IMG_2642.html"&gt;Portmuck - IMG_2642&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RsB-azpzxHI/AAAAAAAAA9w/fsCS5sp0pgQ/s1600-h/P8130007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RsB-azpzxHI/AAAAAAAAA9w/fsCS5sp0pgQ/s320/P8130007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098213777190667378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-3321902274420206136?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/3321902274420206136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=3321902274420206136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3321902274420206136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3321902274420206136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/08/summer-2007.html' title='Summer 2007'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RsB97zpzxGI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Vgne_fn5mbI/s72-c/P8130001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-1193016154949118749</id><published>2007-08-09T20:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:04:37.078+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Smashing-all For Charity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RrtzHjpzxFI/AAAAAAAAA9E/3yHnL6tKK3k/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RrtzHjpzxFI/AAAAAAAAA9E/3yHnL6tKK3k/s320/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096793976966726738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday the CO-OP at Carrickfergus held a car boot sale in aid of their charity for the year. May and Heather went down and set up while I joined them after work. Reasonable day weather wise and a good number of visitors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-1193016154949118749?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/1193016154949118749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=1193016154949118749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1193016154949118749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1193016154949118749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/08/smashing-all-for-charity.html' title='Smashing-all For Charity'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RrtzHjpzxFI/AAAAAAAAA9E/3yHnL6tKK3k/s72-c/DSC00076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-2715228973965732947</id><published>2007-08-04T20:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T20:53:30.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To Heather (the scottish exile)</title><content type='html'>Caught an item on the national news noting the unveiling of a statue to mark the clearance of the Scottish people to Canada and I immediately thought of that member of the McLeod family abiding in Winkler, Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RrTYGzpzxDI/AAAAAAAAA8w/3XhcIKnwKsA/s1600-h/Winkler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RrTYGzpzxDI/AAAAAAAAA8w/3XhcIKnwKsA/s320/Winkler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094934689919255602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 10 ft statue, identical to that currently in Helmsdale, Sutherland, has been commissioned by the St Andrew's Society in Winnipeg and will be made by Black Isle Bronze. It will depict a family from the time of the Highland clearances and will be named the 'Scottish Highland Settlers Monument'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foundry, established in 1994, was originally located in the Black Isle before moving to all-purpose facilities near Nairn. It now has an international reputation and is a key player in the casting of Heritage bronzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RrTYWzpzxEI/AAAAAAAAA84/7GyxckvOfaI/s1600-h/emigrants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RrTYWzpzxEI/AAAAAAAAA84/7GyxckvOfaI/s320/emigrants.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094934964797162562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the following pages for a more in depth story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heritage.scotsman.com/topics.cfm?tid=1272&amp;amp;id=1151632007"&gt;Scotsman.com Heritage &amp; Culture - The Highland Clearances - Salmond calls for lessons to be learned as statue to victims of Clearances unveiled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heritagenorth.org.uk/default.aspx.locid-hianewmh2.Lang-EN.htm"&gt;Clearances Statue from Black Isle Bronzes to Winnipeg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-2715228973965732947?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://heritage.scotsman.com/topics.cfm?tid=1272&amp;id=1151632007' title='To Heather (the scottish exile)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/2715228973965732947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=2715228973965732947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/2715228973965732947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/2715228973965732947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-heather-scottish-exile.html' title='To Heather (the scottish exile)'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RrTYGzpzxDI/AAAAAAAAA8w/3XhcIKnwKsA/s72-c/Winkler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-4209808936643613139</id><published>2007-08-04T20:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T20:40:49.102+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Old notes</title><content type='html'>Tuesday week ago was Stato's and Rachael's wedding, and we were invited to the evening ceremony. It stared off with a Salsa Class to which I declined while May and Heather joined in with great gusto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RrTUSzpzxAI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/lUkBAYx4O2M/s1600-h/DSCF0678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RrTUSzpzxAI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/lUkBAYx4O2M/s320/DSCF0678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094930498031174658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dance lesson and supper the disco started. It was interesting to note that the vast majority on the dance floor were the Baptist folk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RrTU0jpzxBI/AAAAAAAAA8g/M7jo-ZZeaEg/s1600-h/DSCF0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RrTU0jpzxBI/AAAAAAAAA8g/M7jo-ZZeaEg/s320/DSCF0685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094931077851759634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disco was a result of the wizardry of the DJ formally known as Dermo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RrTVyjpzxCI/AAAAAAAAA8o/QxydAtxYdE0/s1600-h/DSCF0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RrTVyjpzxCI/AAAAAAAAA8o/QxydAtxYdE0/s320/DSCF0686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094932143003649058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-4209808936643613139?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/4209808936643613139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=4209808936643613139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/4209808936643613139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/4209808936643613139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/08/old-notes.html' title='Old notes'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RrTUSzpzxAI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/lUkBAYx4O2M/s72-c/DSCF0678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-245049394055608590</id><published>2007-07-22T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T16:45:36.099+01:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Years</title><content type='html'>Twenty one years ago on Saturday 21st July our second child was born. I remember being in the hospital as he was delivered and holding him in my arms, after of course being made to sit down! Many a night I watched both the boys lying in their beds and wept with joy over them and wondered what they would become. Both are now adults and have chosen their own paths which sometimes takes them in directions we as parents are concerned about. Non the less they are remarkably well adjusted and Tim has a sense of fun about him which is to be admired.&lt;br /&gt;He celebrated the day at the Red Panda &lt;a href="http://www.theredpanda.co.uk/rp-victoria.htm"&gt;The Red Panda Restaurant Group&lt;/a&gt; and then the younger ones did their own thing!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RqN6_zpzw_I/AAAAAAAAA8I/7qhztuOTiL8/s1600-h/DSCF0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RqN6_zpzw_I/AAAAAAAAA8I/7qhztuOTiL8/s320/DSCF0667.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090047240474706930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-245049394055608590?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/245049394055608590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=245049394055608590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/245049394055608590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/245049394055608590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/07/21-years.html' title='21 Years'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RqN6_zpzw_I/AAAAAAAAA8I/7qhztuOTiL8/s72-c/DSCF0667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-1197383659360268661</id><published>2007-07-15T17:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:37:00.867+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of words</title><content type='html'>I am old enough now to have lived through many momentous events and heard many stirring speeches. I can remember the death of Winston Churchill and whether I agree with him politically or morally I still find listening to his speeches very stirring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ose_UfL2SGs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ose_UfL2SGs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 11 I remember clearly being emotionally charged by the speech of Martin Luther King, a culmination of many horrendous events that we watched on an old black and white TV. These speeches obviously had poignancy because of the times they were spoken (who can forget in Northern Ireland the NEVER, NEVER, NEVER speech?)&lt;br /&gt;The gift of oratory seems to be dead in the era of sound bytes and on line TV, the image now seems to be the means of communication but thankfully these historical words are immortalised for all to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PAKnMLPus1M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PAKnMLPus1M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TmR1YvfIGng"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TmR1YvfIGng" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-1197383659360268661?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/1197383659360268661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=1197383659360268661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1197383659360268661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1197383659360268661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/07/power-of-words.html' title='The power of words'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-8975494422520613769</id><published>2007-07-15T17:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:11:19.407+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent.</title><content type='html'>I usually watch talent shows to see how misguided some people are. There are so many people who assume they have a gift when it is evident to everyone else that they don't. On Britain has talent a few weeks ago the opposite was seen. An ordinary unassuming man who had an amazing singing voice! I just seen these videos and thought I would share the hair standing on the back of the neck moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1k08yxu57NA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1k08yxu57NA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rDB9zwlXrB8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rDB9zwlXrB8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He eventually won the competition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-8975494422520613769?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/8975494422520613769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=8975494422520613769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/8975494422520613769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/8975494422520613769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/07/talent.html' title='Talent.'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-5242094513339126865</id><published>2007-07-09T20:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T07:02:45.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>While waiting to pick my son up I took a walk along the harbour on a beautiful Sunday evening. The mackerel were in and the fishermen where out in force to catch as many as they could. It did however also attract another visitor- a seal- swimming effortlessly around the harbour. As usual all I had with me was my phone so managed to take only a few poor quality photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RpKLyzQWx9I/AAAAAAAAA74/05TPKBUUIU4/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RpKLyzQWx9I/AAAAAAAAA74/05TPKBUUIU4/s320/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085280634123241426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RpKLzDQWx-I/AAAAAAAAA8A/TuzA8_Uv62s/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RpKLzDQWx-I/AAAAAAAAA8A/TuzA8_Uv62s/s320/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085280638418208738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-5242094513339126865?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/5242094513339126865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=5242094513339126865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5242094513339126865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5242094513339126865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RpKLyzQWx9I/AAAAAAAAA74/05TPKBUUIU4/s72-c/DSC00071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-3024879102952992568</id><published>2007-07-09T20:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T07:03:22.151+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RpKJ5jQWx5I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/KvUfnpHo4ow/s1600-h/DSCF0656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RpKJ5jQWx5I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/KvUfnpHo4ow/s320/DSCF0656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085278551064102802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 8th all of the family were invited to a graduation party for my niece, held in Zozo's restuarent in Carrickfergus. All the greater family made it - an unusual event that usually only happens at Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also gave us a chance to get an updated pic of our dear children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RpKJ5zQWx6I/AAAAAAAAA7g/CS2SB6UYQcs/s1600-h/DSCF0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RpKJ5zQWx6I/AAAAAAAAA7g/CS2SB6UYQcs/s320/DSCF0660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085278555359070114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-3024879102952992568?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/3024879102952992568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=3024879102952992568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3024879102952992568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3024879102952992568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/07/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RpKJ5jQWx5I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/KvUfnpHo4ow/s72-c/DSCF0656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-2236135094081521124</id><published>2007-07-09T19:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T20:39:33.811+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The sound of music</title><content type='html'>On Saturday the 30th of June I left my daughter off at the Northern Educational Boards music camp at Ballycastle High School. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ballycastle.free-online.co.uk/"&gt;Ballycastle County Antrim Northern Ireland Giants Causeway Glens of Antrim Accomodation Events Scenery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather was to stay until Tuesday afternoon when we picked her up after a concert. We arrived with some 200 hundred other children that were then split into two groups-the yellow and the blue. Heather was in the yellow and practiced her flute until the day of the concert. To a full audience they played 9 tunes, all of which sounded remarkably tuneful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RpKHIjQWx4I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/r6HkMvnKbcE/s1600-h/DSCF0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RpKHIjQWx4I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/r6HkMvnKbcE/s320/DSCF0629.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085275510227257218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-2236135094081521124?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/2236135094081521124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=2236135094081521124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/2236135094081521124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/2236135094081521124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/07/sound-of-music.html' title='The sound of music'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RpKHIjQWx4I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/r6HkMvnKbcE/s72-c/DSCF0629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-1151765206773535520</id><published>2007-07-02T20:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T20:33:36.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An idiots guide</title><content type='html'>On a post dated 25th January 2007 I mentioned the fact that I had been at a cookery demonstration for men taken by the singing chef, Raymond Crooks. He showed us how to make pavlova, a fool proof method he assured us. Well as we had to provide dessert for a dinner on Saturday past I had the notion of trying to make this famous pudding dedicated to that great ballerina,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anna_Pavlova"&gt;Anna Pavlova - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as described a fool proof method and as you can see is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RolaOTQWx3I/AAAAAAAAA7I/ta0Dkl_AfbU/s1600-h/DSCF0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RolaOTQWx3I/AAAAAAAAA7I/ta0Dkl_AfbU/s320/DSCF0625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082692856197859186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those interested the ingredients are: 6 standard eggs(grade3)&lt;br /&gt;10 ozs castor sugar&lt;br /&gt;2tsp vanilla essence&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp white vinegar&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp cornflour&lt;br /&gt;Method&lt;br /&gt;1. Separate eggs and place whites in mixing bowl&lt;br /&gt;2. Add one tablespoonful of castor sugar&lt;br /&gt;3. Whisk at high speed for 3-4 minutes(approx)&lt;br /&gt;4. Add the remainder of the sugar, one large tablespoon at a time, all the sugar should be added within one minute&lt;br /&gt;5. Mix the essence, vinegar and cornflour and add quickly to the egg whites. Keep mixer at full speed.&lt;br /&gt;6. Whisk for another 5-7 minutes till the mixture has a glaze on it and it becomes noisy while beating.&lt;br /&gt;7. Spread on an oiled foil tray.&lt;br /&gt;8 Bake in a pre-heated oven(100C) for 45-50 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Switch off oven - leave Pavlova base till cold (5-10 minutes).&lt;br /&gt;10. Turn out on a suitable serving dish.&lt;br /&gt;11. Cream and decorate as required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-1151765206773535520?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/1151765206773535520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=1151765206773535520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1151765206773535520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1151765206773535520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/07/idiots-guide.html' title='An idiots guide'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RolaOTQWx3I/AAAAAAAAA7I/ta0Dkl_AfbU/s72-c/DSCF0625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-5433967766455933783</id><published>2007-06-29T19:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T20:04:20.739+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Home group</title><content type='html'>To mark the end of this session we held a BBQ for the homegroup on a cold Wednesday night on the 20th June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RoVXETQWx0I/AAAAAAAAA6w/w-dxNrkr68Y/s1600-h/DSCF0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RoVXETQWx0I/AAAAAAAAA6w/w-dxNrkr68Y/s320/DSCF0616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081563485957441346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day had been wet but the evening dried up and we were able to sit out for the evening and enjoy the &lt;em&gt;craic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RoVXEjQWx1I/AAAAAAAAA64/zCb-gmTEsaQ/s1600-h/DSCF0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RoVXEjQWx1I/AAAAAAAAA64/zCb-gmTEsaQ/s320/DSCF0613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081563490252408658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RoVXFDQWx2I/AAAAAAAAA7A/6XTurLeLjlc/s1600-h/DSCF0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RoVXFDQWx2I/AAAAAAAAA7A/6XTurLeLjlc/s320/DSCF0617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081563498842343266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-5433967766455933783?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/5433967766455933783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=5433967766455933783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5433967766455933783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5433967766455933783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/06/home-group.html' title='Home group'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RoVXETQWx0I/AAAAAAAAA6w/w-dxNrkr68Y/s72-c/DSCF0616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-3492205195527008898</id><published>2007-06-27T19:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T20:05:10.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies day</title><content type='html'>On a glorious Thusday evening on the 7th June a number of ladies made their way up the Antrim Coast to eventually have supper in Glenarm Baptist Church &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RoVVsTQWxxI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/tbHDOW9NwtU/s1600-h/DSCF0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RoVVsTQWxxI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/tbHDOW9NwtU/s320/DSCF0595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081561974128953106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RoVVszQWxyI/AAAAAAAAA6g/P8eAQWpNQfU/s1600-h/DSCF0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RoVVszQWxyI/AAAAAAAAA6g/P8eAQWpNQfU/s320/DSCF0591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081561982718887714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RoVVtDQWxzI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ariHTtABrcM/s1600-h/DSCF0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RoVVtDQWxzI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ariHTtABrcM/s320/DSCF0599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081561987013855026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-3492205195527008898?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/3492205195527008898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=3492205195527008898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3492205195527008898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3492205195527008898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/06/ladies-day.html' title='Ladies day'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RoVVsTQWxxI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/tbHDOW9NwtU/s72-c/DSCF0595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-4255767845179859287</id><published>2007-06-21T22:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:53:28.407+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Supremacy of Christ.</title><content type='html'>An awesome video from John Piper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oYGLl0gO1dk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oYGLl0gO1dk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also after listening to the video I thought I'd reload a better quality version of the song the echoes the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVrmF4AxAGI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVrmF4AxAGI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-4255767845179859287?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/4255767845179859287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=4255767845179859287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/4255767845179859287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/4255767845179859287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/06/supremacy-of-christ.html' title='The Supremacy of Christ.'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-2029218312254103545</id><published>2007-06-18T19:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T19:04:04.794+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ClustrMaps</title><content type='html'>When I clicked on ClustrMaps I found this image attached to it. Interesting picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RnbI7t73JCI/AAAAAAAAA6E/LDSjc0N_R60/s1600-h/imgad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RnbI7t73JCI/AAAAAAAAA6E/LDSjc0N_R60/s320/imgad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077466558175323170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-2029218312254103545?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/2029218312254103545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=2029218312254103545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/2029218312254103545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/2029218312254103545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/06/clustrmaps.html' title='ClustrMaps'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RnbI7t73JCI/AAAAAAAAA6E/LDSjc0N_R60/s72-c/imgad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-5488084151093599604</id><published>2007-06-17T19:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T17:49:13.388+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho</title><content type='html'>It has been almost one month since I last posted something - I have been busy, I have been enjoying the good weather, I haven't had much to say-I have been afraid that if I did say something it might be offensive. I am still upset at how so called believers behave to each other and I feel the need to put people straight via the Internet but this would not be helpful to anyone so I've kept off the subject.&lt;br /&gt;However on a more pleasant note this past week we celebrated our 29th wedding anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RnV8rt73JAI/AAAAAAAAA50/-_CmqMQ1x5I/s1600-h/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RnV8rt73JAI/AAAAAAAAA50/-_CmqMQ1x5I/s320/wedding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077101245436994562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say I haven't changed over the years but I have, hopefully for the better despite losing my hair and now going grey! &lt;br /&gt;25 years ago our first child was born, the third one being born 10 years ago. So that makes me a father and as today is fathers day in the UK we celebrated by going out for dinner. We picked up our eldest from his flat in Belfast and then drove to the Ramada Hotel for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ramadabelfast.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out I picked up this leaflet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RnV_Gd73JBI/AAAAAAAAA58/lEwjtPdxuMw/s1600-h/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RnV_Gd73JBI/AAAAAAAAA58/lEwjtPdxuMw/s320/santa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077103904021750802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it good to know that despite it not yet being mid summer we can already plan our Christmas parties!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-5488084151093599604?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/5488084151093599604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=5488084151093599604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5488084151093599604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5488084151093599604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/06/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho Ho Ho'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RnV8rt73JAI/AAAAAAAAA50/-_CmqMQ1x5I/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-6983667122850069849</id><published>2007-05-20T20:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:07:29.849+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In the name of the Father</title><content type='html'>Last week I listened to a radio 4 programme dealing with the issue of the deaths of babies and still births. This took place in the island of Ireland up to a relatively few years ago. I listed with hurt and anger at how a churches doctrine had caused so much pain to the parents-parents whose lives were already hurting through the death of their babies. One I'm sure "well meaning" leader actually came up with the doctrine going past the idea of Limbo and stating that the babies had gone direct to hell.&lt;br /&gt;During the week my own brother was put out of the church because he had the audacity to let his adult daughter stay in his house after converting to the Muslim faith. Some "well meaning" leader pointed out that this was contrary to his interpretation of scripture and so it was his duty to maintain the purity of the faith.&lt;br /&gt;Is it only in Ireland that we are cursed with such hypocritical, legalistic blinkered self righteous individuals who feel they have a direct line in understanding God. Do they forget we are all sinners saved by grace and justified by God and added to HIS church and nothing can ever separate us from him? &lt;br /&gt;As a result all week I've struggled with hurt and anger at what so called people of God are capable of. &lt;br /&gt;Today at the table we read these verses " 1st John 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God; and everyone who loves is born of God and knows God. &lt;br /&gt;8The one who does not love does not know God, for God is love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9By this the love of God was manifested in us, that God has sent His only begotten Son into the world so that we might live through Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10In this is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12No one has seen God at any time; if we love one another, God abides in us, and His love is perfected in us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13By this we know that we abide in Him and He in us, because He has given us of His Spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14We have seen and testify that the Father has sent the Son to be the Savior of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15Whoever confesses that Jesus is the Son of God, God abides in him, and he in God. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is Love???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-6983667122850069849?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/6983667122850069849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=6983667122850069849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6983667122850069849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6983667122850069849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-name-of-father.html' title='In the name of the Father'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-5274456366217508232</id><published>2007-05-14T20:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T14:40:56.575+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Harold Wilson would have been proud</title><content type='html'>Almost 33 years ago on the 25th May 1974 the Prime Minister of the UK made a famous speech likening the people of Northern Ireland to spongers, although he later was to say it only applied to those who were organising the strikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The people on this side of the water - British parents - have seen their sons vilified and spat upon and murdered. British taxpayers have seen the taxes they have poured out, almost without regard to cost - over £300 million a year this year with the cost of the Army operation on top of that - going into Northern Ireland. They see property destroyed by evil violence and are asked to pick up the bill for rebuilding it. Yet people who benefit from all this now viciously defy Westminster, purporting to act as though they were an elected government; &lt;strong&gt;people who spend their lives sponging on Westminster and British democracy &lt;/strong&gt;and then systematically assault democratic methods. Who do these people think they are?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I,in the mould of those preceding me, have managed yet again to sponge a free meal! and to quote Harold Wilson-Who do I think I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RkizkliVDpI/AAAAAAAAA5c/2MJDLcmlstg/s1600-h/2007-05-14-1904-36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RkizkliVDpI/AAAAAAAAA5c/2MJDLcmlstg/s320/2007-05-14-1904-36.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064495222110883474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black tie affair coincided with my 55th birthday so May had great pleasure in telling everyone that she was taking me out to the Europa for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rki0E1iVDqI/AAAAAAAAA5k/3nsB9S1yTkM/s1600-h/2007-05-14-1902-41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rki0E1iVDqI/AAAAAAAAA5k/3nsB9S1yTkM/s320/2007-05-14-1902-41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064495776161664674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it was however the 12th Janus Awards for Professionalism within the Institute of Hospitality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rki0vFiVDrI/AAAAAAAAA5s/VFyGKnI4i9I/s1600-h/2007-05-14-1905-51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rki0vFiVDrI/AAAAAAAAA5s/VFyGKnI4i9I/s320/2007-05-14-1905-51.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064496502011137714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May had been a judge for two of the categories so I was invited as the guest of the judge-the lowest of the low-but who's going to turn down a free meal. Wendy Austin again compared the show with the Merchant Hotel in Belfast making a big impression winning many of the awards.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.themerchanthotel.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-5274456366217508232?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://cain.ulst.ac.uk/events/uwc/docs/hw25574.htm' title='Harold Wilson would have been proud'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/5274456366217508232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=5274456366217508232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5274456366217508232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5274456366217508232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/05/harold-wilson-would-have-been-proud.html' title='Harold Wilson would have been proud'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RkizkliVDpI/AAAAAAAAA5c/2MJDLcmlstg/s72-c/2007-05-14-1904-36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-2869004177394289004</id><published>2007-05-03T20:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:45:19.344+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New site</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I have&lt;/span&gt; just found this site from another blog page I was on. So many good videos to add -set up as an alternative to you tube. This video is fabulous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVrmF4AxAGI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVrmF4AxAGI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-2869004177394289004?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/2869004177394289004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=2869004177394289004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/2869004177394289004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/2869004177394289004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-site.html' title='New site'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-6473107900136129644</id><published>2007-05-03T19:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T19:57:09.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'>That's my King</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I could describe Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="flvPath=http://www.godtube.com/flvideo/992690f20c2d3b370ec7/2910.flv&amp;amp;flvTitle=Brought to you by: GODTUBE.COM" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="flv_demo" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-6473107900136129644?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/6473107900136129644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=6473107900136129644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6473107900136129644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6473107900136129644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/05/thats-my-king.html' title='That&apos;s my King'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-7185493749257979197</id><published>2007-04-29T16:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T16:58:23.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sponger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RjS_6ViVDgI/AAAAAAAAA3o/rzB2Pg3sbEE/s1600-h/Glenarm+Castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RjS_6ViVDgI/AAAAAAAAA3o/rzB2Pg3sbEE/s320/Glenarm+Castle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058879290378358274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday night I was invited as a guest to Glenarm Castle to take part in the second Larne Borough Business Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RjS_6liVDhI/AAAAAAAAA3w/k_9aj9vTq9M/s1600-h/Larne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RjS_6liVDhI/AAAAAAAAA3w/k_9aj9vTq9M/s320/Larne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058879294673325586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black tie event and the reception was held in the Castle followed by a banquet in an adjacent marquee. It was a lovely mild evening for late April and a good night was had by all. Paul Clarke presented the awards and as usual I was there because May had acted as a judge for some of the awards.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RjS_6liVDiI/AAAAAAAAA34/zMDlMC4NFzA/s1600-h/Larne+menu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RjS_6liVDiI/AAAAAAAAA34/zMDlMC4NFzA/s320/Larne+menu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058879294673325602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-7185493749257979197?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/7185493749257979197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=7185493749257979197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/7185493749257979197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/7185493749257979197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/04/sponger.html' title='Sponger'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RjS_6ViVDgI/AAAAAAAAA3o/rzB2Pg3sbEE/s72-c/Glenarm+Castle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-2361014221928594191</id><published>2007-04-24T18:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:12:05.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot For 2007 – Tourist hot spots, Hip Hotel Reviews and more | MSN Travel UK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://travel.uk.msn.com/hotfor2007/photogallery.aspx?cp-documentid=4742908"&gt;Hot For 2007 – Tourist hot spots, Hip Hotel Reviews and more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; Travel UK&lt;/a&gt;: "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that it is unlikely I will be in any of these but it is interesting to see where people will spend a small fortune to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results are in, Restaurant Magazine has named the finest 50 eateries the world has to offer. 651 lucky voting panel members travelled the globe, from New York to New Delhi, to sample the greatest food the culinary gods have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France still remain the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pièce&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;résistance&lt;/span&gt; of the restaurant world, 12 of their establishments making the list, while the USA is hot on their heals with eight. Never to be undone the UK rounds of the top three with seven restaurants making the prestigious list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who won outright? Why not check out our gallery of all 50 and find out who offers the most delectable delights in world cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World's Top 50 Restaurants: From 25 to 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-2361014221928594191?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://travel.uk.msn.com/hotfor2007/photogallery.aspx?cp-documentid=4742908' title='Hot For 2007 – Tourist hot spots, Hip Hotel Reviews and more | MSN Travel UK'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/2361014221928594191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=2361014221928594191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/2361014221928594191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/2361014221928594191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/04/hot-for-2007-tourist-hot-spots-hip_24.html' title='Hot For 2007 – Tourist hot spots, Hip Hotel Reviews and more | MSN Travel UK'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-6562202501808017124</id><published>2007-04-23T17:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T17:41:30.587+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Badger watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rizhh9GauaI/AAAAAAAAAzw/aIyOTaaJ_SQ/s1600-h/badger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rizhh9GauaI/AAAAAAAAAzw/aIyOTaaJ_SQ/s320/badger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056664455083637154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, just a few weeks short of my 55th birthday, I witnessed something for the first time. As I was leaving home this morning, just before 7 ,driving out of the road I caught sight of this badger walking up the road. I stopped and watched it as it made it's way into the neighbours garden. Yes I've seen a badger before but they where either in a cage or dead by the roadside. I always assumed they were nocturnal and I certainly didn't expect to see one on the way to work. I can only assume it had made its way over from the adjacent farmland-maybe I may never see one au natural again, especially if I have to wait another 55 years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-6562202501808017124?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/6562202501808017124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=6562202501808017124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6562202501808017124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6562202501808017124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/04/badger-watch.html' title='Badger watch'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rizhh9GauaI/AAAAAAAAAzw/aIyOTaaJ_SQ/s72-c/badger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-3370844944777891899</id><published>2007-04-22T17:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T17:39:43.594+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring has sprung</title><content type='html'>My Mum has two old cherry trees in her garden that showed no signs of life . However when I called up on Saturday evening they are in full bloom. What a beautiful sight, at least until the flowers start to fall!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RiuPatGauSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rSOUFozNzbo/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RiuPatGauSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rSOUFozNzbo/s320/DSC00058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056292695599397154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RiuPa9GauTI/AAAAAAAAAtk/FxvHhxlxroY/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RiuPa9GauTI/AAAAAAAAAtk/FxvHhxlxroY/s320/DSC00057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056292699894364466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must remember to bring a digital camera with me more often instead of relying on the phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-3370844944777891899?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/3370844944777891899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=3370844944777891899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3370844944777891899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3370844944777891899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-has-sprung.html' title='Spring has sprung'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RiuPatGauSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rSOUFozNzbo/s72-c/DSC00058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-1256722733470790341</id><published>2007-04-15T16:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T16:31:16.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The first of the year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RiJD40yMYTI/AAAAAAAAANE/AZZAPpNW3RM/s1600-h/2007_0414BBQ21Christmas0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053676375384023346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RiJD40yMYTI/AAAAAAAAANE/AZZAPpNW3RM/s320/2007_0414BBQ21Christmas0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What exceptional weather we are having for the middle of April. Last night was the first evening BBQ at the Green's for 2007 following a hot sunny Saturday. A few rib-eye steaks but no T bones as at the minute I am not allowed to eat red meat, just had to do with chicken and salmon. We did however finish with a chocolate fondue with bananas, strawberries and raspberries- delicious!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053676383973957954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RiJD5UyMYUI/AAAAAAAAANM/8kwa9MBA2Hk/s320/2007_0414BBQ21Christmas0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-1256722733470790341?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/1256722733470790341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=1256722733470790341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1256722733470790341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1256722733470790341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-of-year.html' title='The first of the year!'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RiJD40yMYTI/AAAAAAAAANE/AZZAPpNW3RM/s72-c/2007_0414BBQ21Christmas0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-1327247224430321011</id><published>2007-04-06T16:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T16:53:31.535+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Irish Rovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhuxFkyMYOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/EZ96GUB4ES8/s1600-h/IMG_2963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051826116357808354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhuxFkyMYOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/EZ96GUB4ES8/s320/IMG_2963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although I'm back from the states over a week it is only today that I have received photos taken by George. I forgot to bring a camera so am dependant on Jim and George . There are too many pics to put on this blog page so I must do as I have intended to do for some time-start a photo album. All I have to do is figure out how to!&lt;br /&gt;Being in the states everyone of course had Irish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ancestors&lt;/span&gt; and to make us feel at home it was felt we must have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; hair and eat Irish lucky charm cereal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051826528674668834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhuxdkyMYSI/AAAAAAAAAM8/nh4IToYZq5E/s320/IMG_2960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051826120652775682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhuxF0yMYQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LhHDWo2Y1ro/s320/IMG_2977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051826116357808370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhuxFkyMYPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nmieJU1VBi8/s320/IMG_2975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally thanks to all who made our time in America so enjoyable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051826120652775698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhuxF0yMYRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9UIZOho2Gr8/s320/IMG_3077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-1327247224430321011?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/1327247224430321011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=1327247224430321011' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1327247224430321011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1327247224430321011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/04/irish-rovers.html' title='The Irish Rovers'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhuxFkyMYOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/EZ96GUB4ES8/s72-c/IMG_2963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-6176921392283162615</id><published>2007-04-06T16:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T17:23:56.219+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>So a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Somerfields&lt;/span&gt; survey finds that a large number of people are unaware of the significance of Easter. Here is an extract of the survey&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050720675539100002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhfDsc06oWI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XwXWeUFvVqk/s320/cross1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A survey published by supermarket chain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Somerfield&lt;/span&gt; has shown that many youngsters in the UK do not know what Easter signifies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Somerfield's&lt;/span&gt; survey, which was conducted as part of a marketing campaign, found that one-in-six 16 to 24-year-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; know nothing about Good Friday, the commemoration of Jesus' crucifixion.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, 10 per cent are in the dark about Easter Sunday, which marks Jesus' resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;1,130 adults were quizzed by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Somerfield&lt;/span&gt; for the survey, which found that youngsters are ignorant when it comes to the Easter bunny - a Pagan fertility symbol - with 31 per cent having no idea why the character exists at all.&lt;br /&gt;But, despite large numbers of people being unaware of the Easter basics, more than a fifth said they are planning to go to church to mark the holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050722140122947954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhfFBs06oXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/pixN4SOG7Hc/s320/shs_bibleCloseupPage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Scriptures&lt;/span&gt; explain the significance to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke 24&lt;br /&gt;1But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they came to the tomb bringing the spices which they had prepared.&lt;br /&gt;2And they found the stone rolled away from the tomb,&lt;br /&gt;3but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;4While they were perplexed about this, behold, two men suddenly stood near them in dazzling clothing;&lt;br /&gt;5and as the women were terrified and bowed their faces to the ground, the men said to them, "Why do you seek the living One among the dead?&lt;br /&gt;6"He is not here, but He has risen Remember how He spoke to you while He was still in Galilee,&lt;br /&gt;7saying that the Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, and be crucified, and the third day rise again."&lt;br /&gt;8And they remembered His words,&lt;br /&gt;9and returned from the tomb and reported all these things to the eleven and to all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;10Now they were Mary Magdalene and Joanna and Mary the mother of James; also the other women with them were telling these things to the apostles.&lt;br /&gt;11But these words appeared to them as nonsense, and they would not believe them.&lt;br /&gt;12But Peter got up and ran to the tomb; stooping and looking in, he saw the linen wrappings only; and he went away to his home, marveling at what had happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-6176921392283162615?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/6176921392283162615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=6176921392283162615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6176921392283162615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6176921392283162615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhfDsc06oWI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XwXWeUFvVqk/s72-c/cross1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-6233781406255510914</id><published>2007-04-03T16:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T18:58:58.645+01:00</updated><title type='text'>International Cuisine</title><content type='html'>Sunday I had my lunch at the Chop House Chattanooga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050004184799813938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhU4DM06oTI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7koi1AunOiI/s320/the+chop+shop.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday I had my dinner in that southern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; diner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pa PA&lt;/span&gt; Browns&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050004184799813954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhU4DM06oUI/AAAAAAAAAL8/V2JoLCTUpS8/s320/PaPA+Brown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-6233781406255510914?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/6233781406255510914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=6233781406255510914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6233781406255510914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6233781406255510914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/04/international-cuisine.html' title='International Cuisine'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhU4DM06oTI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7koi1AunOiI/s72-c/the+chop+shop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-9096358812875748651</id><published>2007-04-03T16:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T18:26:29.838+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhU1Sc06oSI/AAAAAAAAALs/OJWGASDyCtk/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050001148257935650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhU1Sc06oSI/AAAAAAAAALs/OJWGASDyCtk/s320/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhU1Gc06oOI/AAAAAAAAALM/BG0AFOck3DI/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhU1G806oQI/AAAAAAAAALc/yV2n181zBJg/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050000950689440002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhU1G806oQI/AAAAAAAAALc/yV2n181zBJg/s320/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8FNK7x7VgP4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8FNK7x7VgP4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a beautiful country we live in, especially when it is warm and sunny. The weather over the last few days has been exceptional and today I took a stroll down the Marina- and walked in areas of Carrickfergus that I hadn't been before. Took some pictures on my mobile so sorry for quality.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050000950689440018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhU1G806oRI/AAAAAAAAALk/G_iCJXfi-H0/s320/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050000946394472690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhU1Gs06oPI/AAAAAAAAALU/cwkDZKubb04/s320/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5K92mCfv1w&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-9096358812875748651?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/9096358812875748651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=9096358812875748651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/9096358812875748651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/9096358812875748651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-are-my-sunshine.html' title='You are my sunshine'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhU1Sc06oSI/AAAAAAAAALs/OJWGASDyCtk/s72-c/DSC00055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-672402752833920070</id><published>2007-04-03T16:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T18:53:21.721+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Northern Trust</title><content type='html'>After twelve years the United trust along with all the other trusts in the Northern Board have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abolished&lt;/span&gt;. As an act of appreciation all staff in the United Trust where offered a free breakfast!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049632077423222994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhPlns06oNI/AAAAAAAAALE/JXAgQBkmKsA/s320/menu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That must have been a great boost to those staff who as yet still don't know if they have a job or to the proposed 1200 redundancies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-672402752833920070?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.northerntrust.hscni.net/' title='Northern Trust'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/672402752833920070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=672402752833920070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/672402752833920070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/672402752833920070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/04/northern-trust.html' title='Northern Trust'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhPlns06oNI/AAAAAAAAALE/JXAgQBkmKsA/s72-c/menu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-6194823363647512400</id><published>2007-04-03T16:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T10:05:04.847+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The wanderers return</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhJxN5AHk9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/sUmH8ngmqsA/s1600-h/P1010023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049222615689302994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhJxN5AHk9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/sUmH8ngmqsA/s320/P1010023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jim, George and I returned yesterday from what is euphemistically called the Winter training classes at precept International in Chattanooga.(&lt;a href="http://www.precept.org/"&gt;http://www.precept.org/&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049222624279237602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhJxOZAHk-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/UhX_Y9PjMkA/s320/P1010005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is difficult to see how it can be called a winter study programme when the lowest temperature we encountered was in the mid 70's F.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050027459227590994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhVNN806oVI/AAAAAAAAAME/mc8I0DcD2UU/s320/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a good study on Daniel, now the problem comes on the application of being a man of integrity in the daily situation of home, work and church!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was good also to remind ourselves that God's church is universal and we have brothers and sisters all over the world united in the bond of being part of His family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is now Tuesday afternoon and tiredness is still a problem - someone will have to invent a pill to make jet lag a thing of the past, or maybe it is just that I'm getting older and it just takes that bit longer for my body to catch up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-6194823363647512400?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/6194823363647512400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=6194823363647512400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6194823363647512400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6194823363647512400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/04/wanderers-return.html' title='The wanderers return'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RhJxN5AHk9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/sUmH8ngmqsA/s72-c/P1010023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-1378600493161332652</id><published>2007-03-28T01:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T16:35:37.042+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chattanooga cho cho</title><content type='html'>Jim, George and I are here at precept working very hard. It is now 8.55pm and we are still studying! Arrived on Sunday night to be met by 30 C heat after a long tiring 23 hour journey. All well- no pics as yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-1378600493161332652?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/1378600493161332652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=1378600493161332652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1378600493161332652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1378600493161332652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/03/chatanooga-cho-cho.html' title='Chattanooga cho cho'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-3020780569067397985</id><published>2007-03-20T18:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-04T12:21:25.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Many years ago now, way back in the early seventies, I shared a flat with three other students in the small seaside town of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Portstewart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044084877165778514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RgAweJhi1lI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jRQIi3HY61g/s320/Untitled_Scanned_03_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044084877165778530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RgAweJhi1mI/AAAAAAAAAKg/sXJZrrIy68I/s320/Portstewart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my flatmates was a PhD student working on the cutting edge with semi-conductors. However he also did sound man with a christian rock group, and I mean rock, sometimes verging on heavy metal. He also could play acoustic guitar and loved playing John Denver, who was probably at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;height&lt;/span&gt; of his popularity at that time. In his record collection he had a live double LP that I took a copy off onto a c120 cassette(a two hour long tape recording) As tape players became more sophisticated my copy eventually got mangled and destroyed. One song on that album has always stuck in my head as I really liked it. I've even been into amazon and found that you can still buy the LP but today I found it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen and enjoy - I know it won't have the same memories for you as it does for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gEfvLvLnie8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gEfvLvLnie8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-3020780569067397985?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWcx5tpmIVk' title='Today'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/3020780569067397985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=3020780569067397985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3020780569067397985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3020780569067397985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/03/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RgAweJhi1lI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jRQIi3HY61g/s72-c/Untitled_Scanned_03_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-8989874537754848902</id><published>2007-02-21T19:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-04-06T16:17:44.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The aroma of childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/ReqNWl0fo2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1ojuUiubRf4/s1600-h/ZA102147401033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037994552416248674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/ReqNWl0fo2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1ojuUiubRf4/s320/ZA102147401033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure that for all of us there are certain smells that immediately we come across them sends us back to a time in the past. Yesterday I was coming back from Newtownards and as we came past the silos at the docks there was this unmistakable aroma of fresh grain that had just been unloaded. As soon as I smelt it I was transported back to childhood, it was so vivid tears welled up in my eyes, that smell is so evocative to me of growing up in Belfast that it brought instant memories of events in my past where I can remember that smell. It's amazing the power of smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bible tells us that as Christians we are to have a fragrance that leaves a memory behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd Corinthians chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;14But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumphal procession in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of him. 15For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-8989874537754848902?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/8989874537754848902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=8989874537754848902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/8989874537754848902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/8989874537754848902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/02/aroma-of-childhood.html' title='The aroma of childhood'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/ReqNWl0fo2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1ojuUiubRf4/s72-c/ZA102147401033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-1675025890496756021</id><published>2007-02-21T19:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-23T19:06:29.053Z</updated><title type='text'>Reformation of God's church</title><content type='html'>Another interesting blog page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ruanole2.blogspot.com/2007/02/reformation-of-gods-church.html"&gt;http://ruanole2.blogspot.com/2007/02/reformation-of-gods-church.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-1675025890496756021?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/1675025890496756021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=1675025890496756021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1675025890496756021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1675025890496756021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/02/reformation-of-gods-church.html' title='Reformation of God&apos;s church'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-2330568953976267607</id><published>2007-02-17T09:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-04T09:12:33.318+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How sweet and fitting</title><content type='html'>When I was at my Mums this week she had an old school book waiting for me, an anthology of poems, I think from my fifth form class.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RdbJ0kGr3tI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IGu6TJSb2R4/s1600-h/Poems.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032431538515205842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RdbJ0kGr3tI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IGu6TJSb2R4/s320/Poems.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a well worn page is the poem &lt;em&gt;Dulce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; Decorum est&lt;/em&gt;, {&lt;a href="http://www.warpoetry.co.uk/owen1.html"&gt;http://www.warpoetry.co.uk/owen1.html&lt;/a&gt;} probably the only poem that I can remember from my school days. It is odd that this anti war poem is the evidence of my education as I attended an all boys public school which was probably based on this very premise &lt;em&gt;Dulce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; Decorum est&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Pro Patria mori&lt;/em&gt;- it is sweet and right to die for ones country. The school was very anglicised and we were taught to play the game and have a stiff upper lip. One of the favourite hymns we sang at the school assembly was  "Jerusalem" eulogizing the green and pleasant shores of mother England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h3&gt;(From 'The Preface' to 'Milton') (Notes:)&lt;/h3&gt;And did those feet in ancient time&lt;br /&gt;Walk upon England's mountains green?&lt;br /&gt;And was the holy Lamb of God&lt;br /&gt;On England's pleasant pastures seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did the Countenance Divine&lt;br /&gt;Shine forth upon our clouded hills?&lt;br /&gt;And was Jerusalem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;builded&lt;/span&gt; here&lt;br /&gt;Among these dark satanic mills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me my bow of burning gold;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me my arrows of desire;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me my spear; O clouds, unfold!&lt;br /&gt;Bring me my chariot of fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not cease from mental fight,&lt;br /&gt;Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Till we have built Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;In England's green and pleasant land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;The school even had it's own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Combined Cadet Force&lt;/span&gt;. But I didn't belong to that class. My parents, before the onset of sectarian politics, voted labour which would probably have been enough to get me expelled from the school. As a consequence I stood out as being different at this school which then resulted in myself being the object of derision.&lt;br /&gt;Years later I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;discovered&lt;/span&gt; an anti war song that every time I hear it sends shivers down my back. As a believer there is one line that I am uneasy with but the sentiments just get me every time. That song is "THE BAND PLAYED WALTZING MATILDA" sung by Liam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Clancey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rdns1k5Pi4I/AAAAAAAAAKE/eqHUHtUJuQQ/s1600-h/2993_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033314463744232322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rdns1k5Pi4I/AAAAAAAAAKE/eqHUHtUJuQQ/s320/2993_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fdsIIeMlj9g"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fdsIIeMlj9g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-2330568953976267607?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/2330568953976267607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=2330568953976267607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/2330568953976267607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/2330568953976267607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-sweet-and-fitting.html' title='How sweet and fitting'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RdbJ0kGr3tI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IGu6TJSb2R4/s72-c/Poems.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-9211979575137473944</id><published>2007-01-30T18:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-06T16:30:35.472+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Belfast</title><content type='html'>I watched a programme the other night about the Belfast shipyard, made in 1986 by the Irish television group RTE (&lt;a href="http://www.rte.ie/"&gt;http://www.rte.ie/&lt;/a&gt;) It seemed to me that there was a certain rose coloured tint to the programme, everybody had a good mate, all laughed at the practical jokes played on each other and not a cloud was seen on the horizon!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rb-QNMfJTFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IYS7kaohhT4/s1600-h/shipyard-overview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025894265533320274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rb-QNMfJTFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IYS7kaohhT4/s320/shipyard-overview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While the show was only made 20 years ago, a relatively short period of time, I had a feeling I was watching the history channel-it seemed to be an era long gone. Belfast has changed so quickly over the last years it is hard to remember when thousands upon thousands of people flocked into Belfast to work in the yard, Sirocco, the rope works, Gallahers and even Mackie's. I can remember the hooter going to warn people, such as my Dad, that the Foundry gates were about to close and if you weren't in you weren't paid!&lt;br /&gt;While we all lament the decline in the heavy industry we can also look at the old places thru' a dodgy memory. Never mind the political machinations that went on in those places they did not have the health and safety uppermost in their minds. My Mother worked in the Mill when she was young and recalls the noise, the flying shuttles and the trapping of people in the machinery. I watched my father-in-law die of a lung disease as a result of de coking the furnaces (although exacerbated by his smoking of Gallahers cigarettes) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emphysema"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emphysema&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rb-kK8fJTGI/AAAAAAAAAJs/JonnDR0z1t0/s1600-h/1187a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025916217111170146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rb-kK8fJTGI/AAAAAAAAAJs/JonnDR0z1t0/s320/1187a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And in my present job I have seen many workers and their wives suffering a declining health because of the occupation they had. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asbestosis"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asbestosis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my Dad who worked in Mackies had his hand crushed in the heavy machinery.&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is an era long gone - perhaps for the better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-9211979575137473944?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/9211979575137473944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=9211979575137473944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/9211979575137473944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/9211979575137473944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/01/belfast.html' title='Belfast'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/Rb-QNMfJTFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IYS7kaohhT4/s72-c/shipyard-overview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-2518934434741682903</id><published>2007-01-25T20:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-02-03T20:10:40.242Z</updated><title type='text'>Leadership</title><content type='html'>Found this article on leadership from this blog &lt;a href="http://atlantictransplant.blogspot.com/2007/01/worthy-leader-of-men.html"&gt;http://atlantictransplant.blogspot.com/2007/01/worthy-leader-of-men.html&lt;/a&gt; while reading another blog (&lt;a href="http://revitalizeyourchurch.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://revitalizeyourchurch.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) and thought it was quite timely in light of a few conversations I have been having.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-2518934434741682903?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://atlantictransplant.blogspot.com/' title='Leadership'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/2518934434741682903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=2518934434741682903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/2518934434741682903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/2518934434741682903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/01/leadership.html' title='Leadership'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-3170808531184850051</id><published>2007-01-25T20:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T20:39:30.200Z</updated><title type='text'>Busy times</title><content type='html'>It has been a busy week, since last Friday I seem to have been constantly on the go. First of all on Friday we had the launch of the new format campaigners in Northern Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024064686774635538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RbkQNsfJTBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hYXZpt8GGXY/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then on Saturday morning I managed to cook 36 breakfasts with the help of Jim and a few others. The breakfast was followed by a demonstration from the singing chef. I now know what distinguishes an amateur from a professional- a Chefs hat!.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday saw my mothers 88&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday, so we had a full house with all but two of the extended family able to attend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024069454188334130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RbkUjMfJTDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-fJ4Opm2ifc/s320/DSCF0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night another birthday, this time a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; for my sister-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024070089843493954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RbkVIMfJTEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ffbK21A7xq0/s320/DSCF0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-3170808531184850051?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/3170808531184850051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=3170808531184850051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3170808531184850051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3170808531184850051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/01/busy-times.html' title='Busy times'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RbkQNsfJTBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hYXZpt8GGXY/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-1708280836321179527</id><published>2007-01-14T15:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T16:01:21.865Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK so I haven't been on the blog for a few days- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;mainly&lt;/span&gt; because I've been busy and also because I haven't too much too say that is of importance. Had a meeting with our illustrious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;MLA's&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.mla.org.uk/"&gt;www.mla.org.uk&lt;/a&gt; ) on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; past regarding pathology review in NI &lt;a href="http://www.dhsspsni.gov.uk/index/hss/clinical_pathology_review.htm"&gt;http://www.dhsspsni.gov.uk/showconsultations?txtid=21022&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thirty&lt;/span&gt; invited three turned up, but it was still of use.&lt;br /&gt;Have also been looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; blogs-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;here's&lt;/span&gt; one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://finedrywit.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://finedrywit.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-1708280836321179527?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/1708280836321179527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=1708280836321179527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1708280836321179527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/1708280836321179527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/01/time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-6617457099385402763</id><published>2007-01-03T09:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-05T21:20:30.316Z</updated><title type='text'>He's behind you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tonight was the now annual excursion to the Opera House for the Christmas pantomime. This year it was Peter Pan &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016658954807401554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="133" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RZ7AvXCT3FI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FXLOfPSFi38/s320/belfast-peter-pan%2520web%2520image.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Christmas present from my sister-in-law I went with May,her two sisters and their husbands to Benedict's in order to eat from the beat the clock menu . Paid £5.50 for the main course (no rib eye beef on this years menu) and then on to the Opera house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016658959102368866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RZ7AvnCT3GI/AAAAAAAAAIg/00pW5l6npIM/s320/Peter+pan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was much more the pantomime I remember watching when I was younger, a very enjoyable show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-6617457099385402763?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/6617457099385402763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=6617457099385402763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6617457099385402763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6617457099385402763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2006/12/hes-behind-you_26.html' title='He&apos;s behind you!'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RZ7AvXCT3FI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FXLOfPSFi38/s72-c/belfast-peter-pan%2520web%2520image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-3460450021604709057</id><published>2007-01-02T13:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-04T15:47:35.526Z</updated><title type='text'>First day back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; January and my first day back at work after the extended hols. I got a bit fed up in the run up to Christmas but now the start of a new year and the prospect of bright days have lifted the gloom.&lt;br /&gt;Work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; the chaos I expected on returning - just waiting now to show a possible pathologist the joys of cytology &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016202394084630546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RZ0hgBzg4BI/AAAAAAAAAIM/T6JM3hQqMFE/s320/SQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-3460450021604709057?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/3460450021604709057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=3460450021604709057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3460450021604709057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3460450021604709057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-day-back.html' title='First day back'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RZ0hgBzg4BI/AAAAAAAAAIM/T6JM3hQqMFE/s72-c/SQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-3411036840361866305</id><published>2006-12-30T08:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-30T08:57:44.408Z</updated><title type='text'>Flat pack</title><content type='html'>Decided to attempt to assemble a flat pack set of three tables. Total time taken to assemble one hour twenty minutes. Not bad I thought, also no parts missing and no pieces damaged, surely another record.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RZYp6JqEeII/AAAAAAAAAG0/gpAQPHctzxI/s1600-h/2006-12-30-0850-25_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RZYp6JqEeII/AAAAAAAAAG0/gpAQPHctzxI/s320/2006-12-30-0850-25_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014241314125150338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-3411036840361866305?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/3411036840361866305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=3411036840361866305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3411036840361866305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3411036840361866305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2006/12/flat-pack.html' title='Flat pack'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RZYp6JqEeII/AAAAAAAAAG0/gpAQPHctzxI/s72-c/2006-12-30-0850-25_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-5318440082617866726</id><published>2006-12-26T09:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-12-27T10:11:44.261Z</updated><title type='text'>Boxing day traditions</title><content type='html'>Made the pilgrimage to this traditional boxing day football match. I have been doing this for almost 42 years, firstly with the 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; BB Company, then with the Campaigners and now as a father. For the last number of years I have been a spectator only! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Today's&lt;/span&gt; event was as usual packed with action - here are a few of the more dramatic pics.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012938702083881042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RZGJMJqEeFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PtL7Yj-m3BE/s320/DSCF0465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012938706378848354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RZGJMZqEeGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ATMRQvYUBHw/s320/DSCF0469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012938710673815666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RZGJMpqEeHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FZ_tigqD8P8/s320/DSCF0467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-5318440082617866726?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/5318440082617866726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=5318440082617866726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5318440082617866726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5318440082617866726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2006/12/boxing-day-traditions.html' title='Boxing day traditions'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RZGJMJqEeFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PtL7Yj-m3BE/s72-c/DSCF0465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-3810115027029209093</id><published>2006-12-26T09:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-26T20:23:16.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Boxing day</title><content type='html'>So Christmas day is over and so is all the fervour at least for another 365 days-only the sales now to contend with. I was up at 5.45am to run my eldest son into work as he started at 7 am and the first train from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Carrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to Belfast was at 9. It reminded me of the fact that last boxing day I was down at the harbour at 6 am. This was for the dive into the harbour for the Peru trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012764485325453330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RZDqvZqEeBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/x7YL88EtRR8/s320/Boxing+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ran my Mum up to see my Dad in the nursing home just after lunch that day, not knowing that by tea time I would get a phone call to say my Dad was gravely ill and wouldn't survive for long. It is strange thinking back, in one sense it seems long ago and yet the memories of it are like yesterday! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But for today-annual boxing day football match at 10.30am so I have to go and wake other son up and drive him down to the match. Pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; and football match to follow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-3810115027029209093?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/3810115027029209093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=3810115027029209093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3810115027029209093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/3810115027029209093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2006/12/boxing-day.html' title='Boxing day'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RZDqvZqEeBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/x7YL88EtRR8/s72-c/Boxing+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-7536509258264470898</id><published>2006-12-19T21:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-20T08:47:31.886Z</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas shopping duty</title><content type='html'>Today I took my unofficial official half day to do Christmas shopping. I decided to go into Belfast - bad idea. Don't arrive in Belfast in the middle of lunch hour and five days before Christmas. Absolutely bunged, crowded, packed and any other adjective you can think off. Walked about for a while and then went home without spending a penny. One redeeming feature was this four piece jazz band playing Christmas carols. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010372673872885762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYhrZpqEeAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/tpdCi_21SZs/s320/DSC00067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They where really good, a trombone player, a trumpeter, sax player and the drummer who played with such enthusiasm that he reminded me of Animal in the Muppet show. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Excellent&lt;/span&gt; group, even I gave them a donation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-7536509258264470898?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/7536509258264470898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=7536509258264470898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/7536509258264470898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/7536509258264470898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-shopping-duty.html' title='The Christmas shopping duty'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYhrZpqEeAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/tpdCi_21SZs/s72-c/DSC00067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-5793242114051347846</id><published>2006-12-16T21:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2006-12-19T17:23:00.236Z</updated><title type='text'>The wonder of Christmas</title><content type='html'>Isaiah 9 (New American Standard Bible)&lt;br /&gt;6For a child will be born to us, a son will be given to us;&lt;br /&gt;And the government will rest on His shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;And His name will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,&lt;br /&gt;Eternal Father, Prince of Peace.&lt;br /&gt;7There will be no end to the increase of His government or of peace,&lt;br /&gt;On the throne of David and over his kingdom,&lt;br /&gt;To establish it and to uphold it with justice and righteousness&lt;br /&gt;From then on and forevermore&lt;br /&gt;The zeal of the LORD of hosts will accomplish this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the snowy landscapes or Santa's stuck in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chimneys&lt;/span&gt; here. no cooing over a new baby in this narrative about the Christmas birth. For this child is no ordinary child. He is the mighty God. How? Why? That we poor mortals can know communion with the great creator God and call Him Father. Now that's the wonder of Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-5793242114051347846?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/5793242114051347846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=5793242114051347846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5793242114051347846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5793242114051347846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2006/12/wonder-of-christmas.html' title='The wonder of Christmas'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-7137378334178974630</id><published>2006-12-16T21:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-12-16T22:03:28.359Z</updated><title type='text'>Film night</title><content type='html'>At the same time as the youth fellowship dinner the Sunday school where holding a film night. The very long but very good film "Cars" was shown. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009247705973946242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYRsP5qEd4I/AAAAAAAAADw/LyS6D1e-19M/s320/cars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of the length of this film the arrival of that special visitor was a bit delayed, hope this doesn't happen on the big day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009248333039171474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYRs0ZqEd5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/NVYXG0Rlqcc/s320/PC160049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-7137378334178974630?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/7137378334178974630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=7137378334178974630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/7137378334178974630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/7137378334178974630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2006/12/film-night.html' title='Film night'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYRsP5qEd4I/AAAAAAAAADw/LyS6D1e-19M/s72-c/cars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-6226809868282570233</id><published>2006-12-16T21:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-16T21:55:59.031Z</updated><title type='text'>Food again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYRrLpqEd0I/AAAAAAAAADA/X6m5plWr71E/s1600-h/PC160038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009246533447874370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYRrLpqEd0I/AAAAAAAAADA/X6m5plWr71E/s320/PC160038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYRrL5qEd1I/AAAAAAAAADI/CQJCpExRrm4/s1600-h/PC160042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009246537742841682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYRrL5qEd1I/AAAAAAAAADI/CQJCpExRrm4/s320/PC160042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Today seems to have been the day for talking about food. Tonight was the young peoples Christmas dinner. A great effort was made by the youth in dressing up and decorating the hall. Some of the older young people cooked the dinner and served the meal.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009246542037808994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYRrMJqEd2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/35iUhsKyr3c/s320/PC160043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009246546332776306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYRrMZqEd3I/AAAAAAAAADY/mcFMEOxkAbM/s320/PC160046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-6226809868282570233?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/6226809868282570233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=6226809868282570233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6226809868282570233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6226809868282570233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2006/12/food-again.html' title='Food again'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYRrLpqEd0I/AAAAAAAAADA/X6m5plWr71E/s72-c/PC160038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-5286255710749021750</id><published>2006-12-16T07:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-12-16T11:18:55.655Z</updated><title type='text'>Prayer breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYPVrZqEdxI/AAAAAAAAACc/iDIudOM4_Dg/s1600-h/PC160035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009082152164554514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYPVrZqEdxI/AAAAAAAAACc/iDIudOM4_Dg/s320/PC160035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYPVr5qEdyI/AAAAAAAAACk/b3TR5C6lKgM/s1600-h/PC160036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009082160754489122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYPVr5qEdyI/AAAAAAAAACk/b3TR5C6lKgM/s320/PC160036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYPVsJqEdzI/AAAAAAAAACs/-lqIXNdG0Jk/s1600-h/PC160037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009082165049456434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYPVsJqEdzI/AAAAAAAAACs/-lqIXNdG0Jk/s320/PC160037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;David, Jim and myself met at 8.15am for our prayer triplet. We prayed together for approximately an hour and then we moved on to our prayer breakfast. We thought of splashing out for Christmas and maybe going to the Point but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;instead&lt;/span&gt; returned to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Springsteen's&lt;/span&gt;. The staff have come to know us over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;the years&lt;/span&gt; and as usual we got abuse from the manageress prior to ordering. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;However&lt;/span&gt; we placed our orders and received the following dishes. Can you guess who ordered what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-5286255710749021750?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/5286255710749021750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=5286255710749021750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5286255710749021750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5286255710749021750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2006/12/prayer-breakfast.html' title='Prayer breakfast'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYPVrZqEdxI/AAAAAAAAACc/iDIudOM4_Dg/s72-c/PC160035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-6365746146868951176</id><published>2006-12-16T07:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-16T07:34:15.454Z</updated><title type='text'>Saturday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's early Saturday morning and Heather has been up since 6.20am! After sitting for all of 5 minutes the question "can we make some muffins?". Hence I found myself mixing chocolate chips and cranberries into muffin mix at 6.45am.(two bowls not together-chocolate and cranberry might be nice). Anyway they will be nice warm with a mug of freshly brewed coffee before I head out to my prayer triplet at 8.15am and then off for a good Ulster fry-ah the joys of healthy eating&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009024496523572994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYOhPZqEdwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/I76jZ2-tz1I/s320/PC160034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-6365746146868951176?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/6365746146868951176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=6365746146868951176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6365746146868951176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6365746146868951176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2006/12/saturday-morning.html' title='Saturday morning'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYOhPZqEdwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/I76jZ2-tz1I/s72-c/PC160034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-280003491995412847</id><published>2006-12-15T17:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-15T17:22:28.650Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYLYjph6XOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Scih5mR449g/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYLYjph6XOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Scih5mR449g/s320/DSC00064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008803842544524514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYLYj5h6XPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CtftUNnnBG4/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYLYj5h6XPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CtftUNnnBG4/s320/DSC00066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008803846839491826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas continental market is in Belfast so Ken,Tim Heather and myself headed down to have a look. Most of the stalls are to be found in St Georges market but it did give a certain &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chrismasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; feel to the city Hall. Maybe I'm getting into a Christmas mood after all. Heather had to buy loads of sweets and a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; crepe.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYLYXph6XMI/AAAAAAAAABg/S-Yr8yPhIss/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYLYXph6XMI/AAAAAAAAABg/S-Yr8yPhIss/s320/DSC00062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008803636386094274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-280003491995412847?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/280003491995412847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=280003491995412847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/280003491995412847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/280003491995412847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-market.html' title='Christmas market'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYLYjph6XOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Scih5mR449g/s72-c/DSC00064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-6998215093133063496</id><published>2006-12-12T18:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-12-15T06:02:57.373Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas spirit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYCDt5h6XLI/AAAAAAAAABU/p6f_lB5uZfE/s1600-h/PC120032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008147610196401330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYCDt5h6XLI/AAAAAAAAABU/p6f_lB5uZfE/s320/PC120032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having a nine year old daughter helps you remember that soon it will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. For the last few weeks there has been this build up of lunacy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; that only a nine year old girl can display, non stop talking and acting up. It has reached the point at the moment where it is impossible to keep her in bed in the morning and generally she has been getting up at 6.30am. The excitement of Christmas is still very much alive for her and long may it last. I think that I have lost that, I attended the first "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; " do on Saturday but to me it was just another event. None of that "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; spirit" was present. I don't think as adults it is ever possible to have the outlook of a child. Our experiences harden us and our materialism makes the receiving of gifts sometimes very mundane. I remember as a child being fascinated by the gift of a hamper from my uncle in Birmingham and I can still remember the wonder of the tins of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;delicacies&lt;/span&gt; which today I take for granted. However the tree is now up and the house is  decorated Christmas is a coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-6998215093133063496?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/6998215093133063496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=6998215093133063496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6998215093133063496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/6998215093133063496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-spirit.html' title='Christmas spirit.'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RYCDt5h6XLI/AAAAAAAAABU/p6f_lB5uZfE/s72-c/PC120032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-5809998001445264664</id><published>2006-12-05T18:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-05T18:36:57.374Z</updated><title type='text'>Cliffs concert</title><content type='html'>As an early Christmas present May and I where given tickets to Cliff Richards concert in the Odyssey arena on Monday night. Now I must admit I was not filled with joy with this gift, I consider there is only one song of Cliffs that is of value -"Miss you nights" -although May has been to a number of his concerts and loosely could be called a fan.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RXW7M3StBOI/AAAAAAAAABI/cDRXmhQJljM/s1600-h/Ticket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 219px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RXW7M3StBOI/AAAAAAAAABI/cDRXmhQJljM/s320/Ticket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005112390567396578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However after it I must admit he has some voice for a pensioner and some of his productions on stage where phenomenal. He sang for 1 hour 15 mins had a break for 30 mins and then came back and performed for over another hour. Not a bad night after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-5809998001445264664?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/5809998001445264664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=5809998001445264664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5809998001445264664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/5809998001445264664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2006/12/cliffs-concert.html' title='Cliffs concert'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RXW7M3StBOI/AAAAAAAAABI/cDRXmhQJljM/s72-c/Ticket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-7018543392790998516</id><published>2006-12-03T18:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-05T18:42:32.509Z</updated><title type='text'>It's December</title><content type='html'>According to the widget I have on my PC there are 21 days 5 hours and 41 minutes to Christmas, and so all the hustle and bustle is getting into full steam. On the first day of the month I went with a few others to Lillian and Lindsay home to make gingerbread houses. May and I are the only ones at present who have a young child so I don't know what the reasons for the others being there were. Jackie and Lindsay gave stirling support to thier wives while Nev and Rick just had to do as they were told. May and I had to do what Heather told us. The results can be seen and an outside adjudicator awarded Nev and Alison the prize. Jugde for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RXW3wXStBJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OANB79utRSU/s1600-h/PC010022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RXW3wXStBJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OANB79utRSU/s320/PC010022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005108602406241426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RXW3wnStBKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ES8cG8HdbGI/s1600-h/PC010023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RXW3wnStBKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ES8cG8HdbGI/s320/PC010023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005108606701208738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RXW3w3StBLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xnOTsVkZk3U/s1600-h/PC010024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RXW3w3StBLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xnOTsVkZk3U/s320/PC010024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005108610996176050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RXW3xHStBMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NFwW1JjSAhY/s1600-h/PC010025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RXW3xHStBMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NFwW1JjSAhY/s320/PC010025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005108615291143362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RXW3xXStBNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EatYchtFBsU/s1600-h/PC010026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RXW3xXStBNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EatYchtFBsU/s320/PC010026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005108619586110674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-7018543392790998516?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/7018543392790998516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=7018543392790998516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/7018543392790998516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/7018543392790998516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-december.html' title='It&apos;s December'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CAp7HA_U2cc/RXW3wXStBJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OANB79utRSU/s72-c/PC010022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-8595996499364562731</id><published>2006-11-30T19:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T17:56:30.192Z</updated><title type='text'>Ground Hog day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Do you ever feel that life is just a routine, nothing really changes and every day is like the last one and tomorrow will be like today? As someone in their mid fifties the realization of the briefness of our time on earth is beginning to strike home and all those plans I had as a young man are now distant wishes and far off dreams. As a teenager I always had a wanderlust, certain days would just make me long to be somewhere on the far side of this planet. Those days usually occured in the spring, tho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;se bright sunny days with the promise of the summer to come. I watched the series "The Long way round" last year as two men biked their way from London to America and I longed for that spirit of adventure. I have become stuck in a sedentary lifestyle where spontaneity is a thing long gone and to be shunned at all cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1701/2147/1600/627967/B000B5KEEQ.02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1701/2147/320/188273/B000B5KEEQ.02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Fridays daily reading read-&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;If you plan to do it-do it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;James 4:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; "For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To quote from the daily reading; Redwood trees last 1000 years. Most other things go relatively fast. The average life span is between 75-80 years of age. That sounds pretty good if you're young, but tends to be sobering when you pass 50. The bible says my life is like a vapour, and vapours aren't known for longevity; just a puff of smoke and they're gone! So why am I still waiting? I don't have forever, get at it!&lt;br /&gt;You say you've always wanted to play the piano. Stop talking about it and start taking lessons! You say you feel better when you exercise. Start jogging! Or that you love the taste of homegrown tomatoes- grow some.&lt;br /&gt;Think you're too old? Not a chance. So get out of neutral and get going. Put your life into God's hands and let Him show you what He can do with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-8595996499364562731?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/8595996499364562731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=8595996499364562731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/8595996499364562731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/8595996499364562731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2006/11/ground-hog-day.html' title='Ground Hog day'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-2468157668739122979</id><published>2006-11-15T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-18T11:39:54.737Z</updated><title type='text'>Getting older Keeping young</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;I found this on a UCB daily notes several years ago and I just had to make a copy of it. As I grow old I find myself occasionally reverting to that Old Man mode where nothing is like the old days. Kinda like the Monty Python sketch ' We used to dream of that' and the end line is tell that to the kids of today and they wont believe it! You know some older people where everything and everyone has turned out bad , well I don't want to end up like that so here is my wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;  &lt;div style="border: 9pt double windowtext; padding: 1pt 4pt;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;In &lt;i&gt;Time Out Ladies, &lt;/i&gt;Dale Evans shares this prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;"Lord, you know better than anybody that&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I'm getting older and will someday be old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Keep me from being talkative; from the fatal habit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;of thinking I've got to say something on every subject and on every occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Release me from the need to straighten out everybody's affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;give me wings to get to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I ask for grace to listen to the tales of others' pains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;and to endure them with patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;But seal my lips when it comes to my own aches and pains,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;for they're increasing, and my love of rehearsing them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;is becoming sweeter as the years go by.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I ask for improved memory, but even more for a growing humility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;and a lessening cock-sureness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;when my memory seems to clash with the memory of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Teach me that occasionally I may be mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Keep me reasonably sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I don't want to be a 'saint' because some of them are&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;so hard to live with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;-and a sour old person is one of the crowning works of the devil.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Make me thoughtful, but not moody;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;helpful, but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;it seems a pity not to use it; but you know, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I still want to have a few friends at the end.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;and talents in unexpected people,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;then give me the grace to tell them so.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Amen."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-2468157668739122979?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/2468157668739122979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=2468157668739122979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/2468157668739122979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/2468157668739122979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2006/11/getting-older-keeping-young.html' title='Getting older Keeping young'/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-4960421026817444857</id><published>2006-11-14T19:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:38:21.806Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Found this today thought it was good to republish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MASK SHALL I WEAR TODAY? .........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR SHALL I BE REAL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What mask shall I wear as I venture out into my day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The attitude that matches and the role I shall play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As I stared into the mirror this morning, O what did I see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Am I ready to be REAL with a perspective based on eternity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Was I pleased by the reflection revealed to me by God's Word,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Am I ready to go forth to battle like a soldier with his sword?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do I tear down the facades that keep me from being real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Are do I seek to maintain an image that is comfortable to others' appeal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O this daily fight to be real before my friends and foe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Will they except me as I am, I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The past masks in my closet mock me as a pretender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O the prideful facades I must daily surrender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today, I go forth as who I am focused and real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;May God quickly correct me and my other masks reveal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today, I shall be real and crush the masks which I wish to wear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For I must be real, I have a name to bare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That name is Jesus Christ, my Saviour and Friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is He today upon whom I must depend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So if you are wearing a mask please remove it from your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Walk forth today in victory and bow before the throne of Grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17589925-4960421026817444857?l=campbellswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/feeds/4960421026817444857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17589925&amp;postID=4960421026817444857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/4960421026817444857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17589925/posts/default/4960421026817444857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campbellswords.blogspot.com/2006/11/found-this-today-thought-it-was-good-to.html' title=''/><author><name>the bald eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03261597486688758517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17589925.post-1186453702189922269</id><published>2006-11-14T19:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-18T11:40:41.956Z</updated><title type='text'>School days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1701/2147/1600/Picture1959%20Mrs%20Gordons_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1701/2147/320/Picture1959%20Mrs%20Gordons_edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my school picture of P3 ,Mrs Gordon class in Carr's Glen Primary, taken 1959. That's me second row from back on the extreme right. My twin sister is sitting second from the left on the front row. I'd love to know where we all ended up- I know some are now dead, one lives in the same town now as myself ,one is a mega player in the retail world, another is a Doctor of Science  one a Doctor of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;, another lives two houses up from my Mum, but the rest of my classmates----who  knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1701/2147/1600/Mr%20Kennedy_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1701/2147/320/Mr%20Kennedy_edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few years later this is my P5 class, a Mr Kennedy who later became president of the BB in the Belfast Battalion. 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