Through the Keyhole – Celtic Style

And here we have a detached mansion of significant value and obviously the property of a widely travelled man of substance and prospects. The extensive acreage with its predominantly green hue is not to be ignored in the search for this man’s identity.

Of course nothing tells us more about the inner psyche and potential identity as a quick rummage around personal belongings and a recce of the apparent lifestyle. So as we enter through the open door, what do we find?

Well firstly a tastefully decorated boudoir, night-shirt already laid out, 3 litres of Bleinheimer red wine and drinking mug, complementary Green and White Powerade in the event of overactive dreams, and to the right at the top a personally designed portable loo (empty Powerade bottle).

A man of undoubted action and a life of living at the edge.

But a closer examination is warranted before you close in on our mystery man’s identity.

The currency is a 10 Pula note from Botswana, where rain and money are equally valued – hence the name ‘Pula’ which means ‘rain’ in the local lingo (of which there are too many to list, but they all use pula for rain and money’!

The tube of cream is the ever necessary pile treatment for dry dusty climes and hole in the outback ablutions; the soap – an old wives cure for curry bum, and the bowl – well it looked nice but lonely sitting in the cupboard in the last backpackers (and it is Green and White).

The little elastic band combo is a ‘Micky Baker’ patented fly and mozzie killer. Hold one end at a stretch and sneak up behind unsuspecting vermin and let go…….SPLAT. Wings, legs, torso and blood…..nice! With practice it can be fired from a distance of up to eight feet. The very sight of one being prepared has sent disease ridden bloodsucking parasites scurrying for cover and some other body to lay their eggs or malarial infestation on.

The clues are flowing freely now.

If you haven’t got the answer yet, well here are a few more pictures to seal the mystery man’s identity…….

This is the patio and external library for those evenings when it’s just too hot to lounge indoors or when the effect of too much Tui renders the zip fingers numb and lifeless!

And finally even a rough tough travelling man sometimes needs home comforts and the civilising affect of clean clothes. After damp nights when floods and torrents can sweep in mud, and erupting sulphurous lakes inundate clothes with stench and corrosive clay, a Washing line is a welcome diversion from the daily struggle to survive.

So viewers, you have all the clues……whose keyhole have we just looked through?

Hail hail

Estadio (oops)