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Theresa Green
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That
It’s fry-up weather,so I checked out the nearest coop for ..
Coarse cut pork sausages lightly seasoned with spices and sage, 6 pack
Ruddy marvellous !
SAUSAGES!!
It’s fry-up weather,so I checked out the nearest coop for ..
Coarse cut pork sausages lightly seasoned with spices and sage, 6 pack
Ruddy marvellous !
SAUSAGES!!
Gramaisc
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As the weather has improved dramatically*, I set off to find the tree today.
For reasons of daylight availability, I took a direct route through the wood, rather than my usual circuitous approach. This involved following a path that goes over a tributary to the main river. Despite it being a very lightly used footpath these days, it boasts a rather substantial footbridge.
This is because, 200 years ago, this was the route between the two major cities - it's not up to having even the odd diversion now...
* The temperatures have risen dramatically - we reached 11C today, after ten or twelve days of rarely seeing zero. It will take a while for the ground and solid objects to catch up - the conservatory windows are running with water, on the outside.
There were small patches of dense fog in the woods, about 100 metres in diameter.
Mudgie
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Is that a rather large eel swimming downstream beneath the bridge ?
Theresa Green
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Otter with a crew cut
Gramaisc
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Yes, and a giant inchworm, walking along the shore.
Theresa Green
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A woman
Pushing water uphill
With a rake
In the fog
Pushing water uphill
With a rake
In the fog
Gramaisc
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... this.
It was slightly alarming, as it was near a gate that was open earlier, when I cycled through it, but had been locked at some intervening point, before I returned - despite me not seeing any humans in the time between the two passages through/round the gate.
It was near the start/finish of a six mile circular ride round the mountains on a forest road. I had remarked to myself that the road was actually driveable by even an 'ordinary' car, with care. It may be that these gates are generally locked on a Friday afternoon.
On my way round, I abandoned the bike for a while, and made a pedestrian diversion to find the very early stages of the second longest river.
On the way home, a short diversion into another river valley found a source of natural Lucozade.
It was slightly alarming, as it was near a gate that was open earlier, when I cycled through it, but had been locked at some intervening point, before I returned - despite me not seeing any humans in the time between the two passages through/round the gate.
It was near the start/finish of a six mile circular ride round the mountains on a forest road. I had remarked to myself that the road was actually driveable by even an 'ordinary' car, with care. It may be that these gates are generally locked on a Friday afternoon.
On my way round, I abandoned the bike for a while, and made a pedestrian diversion to find the very early stages of the second longest river.
On the way home, a short diversion into another river valley found a source of natural Lucozade.
Mudgie
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Aren't you taking the piss with that last one ?
Gramaisc
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... The Seven Steps.
I spotted these, cycling past, and investigated, in case it was the site of a water pump.
It turned out to give access to a path that led to an ancient church and graveyard.
The notice on the gate gave local information for local people.
It made me consider writing a suspense/mystery novel, along the lines of The Thirty Nine Steps, but shorter and not concerned with foreign spies, but trying to find out who leaves random spurious items, unannounced at an innocent person's back door.
I spotted these, cycling past, and investigated, in case it was the site of a water pump.
It turned out to give access to a path that led to an ancient church and graveyard.
The notice on the gate gave local information for local people.
It made me consider writing a suspense/mystery novel, along the lines of The Thirty Nine Steps, but shorter and not concerned with foreign spies, but trying to find out who leaves random spurious items, unannounced at an innocent person's back door.
Gramaisc
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... another of Bob Clay's holiday homes.
The journey to it involved a fairly difficult traverse of a mile of upland bog, but we were able to leave via the service road, as seen.
Later in the journey, a long way from anywhere, we found a brand new public toilet.
And we also found a teapot, again a long way from where it probably should be.
We considered attempting a pot of tea, but the water supply looked a bit too interesting.
I will show it to the Robin, with a view to furnishing it for next Spring.
The journey to it involved a fairly difficult traverse of a mile of upland bog, but we were able to leave via the service road, as seen.
Later in the journey, a long way from anywhere, we found a brand new public toilet.
And we also found a teapot, again a long way from where it probably should be.
We considered attempting a pot of tea, but the water supply looked a bit too interesting.
I will show it to the Robin, with a view to furnishing it for next Spring.
Gramaisc
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I took the picture with Ecker's camera, if that helps, or makes it worse...You've reminded me of how much I miss him
Theresa Green
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Nice spacing
littleme
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Glad you noticed.
Gramaisc
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... that you can inflict quite a decent cut by the careful (or careless?) application of a bit of aluminium foil.
The foil was a little thicker* than the general domestic stuff, but it went into my fingertip with the effortless efficiency of a razor blade.
The deluge of blood has ceased now and I suspect that I may survive the wound, but it has delayed the weeding onslaught that was planned for this evening.
*It was the 'safety seal' on a container of drinking chocolate that I opened last night. I was folding it up just now, prior to popping it into the blue bin.
The foil was a little thicker* than the general domestic stuff, but it went into my fingertip with the effortless efficiency of a razor blade.
The deluge of blood has ceased now and I suspect that I may survive the wound, but it has delayed the weeding onslaught that was planned for this evening.
*It was the 'safety seal' on a container of drinking chocolate that I opened last night. I was folding it up just now, prior to popping it into the blue bin.
Gadget
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I've been diced by that stuff before, nasty stuff.
littleme
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Really is!