1°) fill with water (plug the hole with your finger to prevent water from flowing.)
2°) Blow gently (memory of the village hall where I got hit by a motorcycle. no injuries, just fear.
my parents were buying them on the markets, to my sister and me when we went on holiday in Spain.)
some times memories are coming out of nowere.
renefijten 4:59 am on June 26, 2010 | #
I remember those from my youth, camping in Blanes, Spain.
Uncle Bob 11:14 am on June 26, 2010 | #
This is the beauty of journalling with a sketchbook. Now these memories will stay forever.
C’est la beauté de la journalisation avec un carnet de croquis. Or, ces souvenirs resteront à jamais.
Pascal 2:30 pm on June 26, 2010 | #
Rene, it make me smile to read you knew those birds.
I thought i was a kind of nostalgic wierd. LOL.
Robert, i’m so happy when i read that you get this kind of feeling thnks to my drawing.
Thank you very much to both of you.