365:117My bench has been stolen from me again and is full of Lego parts. Once more I am forced to join them rather than beat them.

This day in 1791, was born Samuel — … .-. … . co-inventor of — … .-. … . -.-. … -.. .

I’d rather have done [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Betty_Boothroyd]Betty Boothroyd [/url]but photographic inspiration was entirely lacking… I’d have got the fishnets out but, as a Tiller Girl, I am confident that Betty’s legs are somewhat better than mine.

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A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

I am lagging on the Month in the Country prompts, and lagging badly at that. I have a list of prompts t be caught up on and I shall be working my way through them here, or at Scattered Thoughts depending on where the post most naturally sits. I have elected to tackle the prompts not in date order necessarily but to seize upon prompts that offer me space in which to write down the things that I am feeling the need to say. Even if I need to crowbar it in. The thing is, I am going to continue to be short of time and space in which to write and so a two-for-one is useful and I hope to do as many of those as I can. Seems like a plan? … Continue readingA Month in France: Nothing is Lost

Oh, deer

Oh, deer

Nell and I had a lovely walk this morning. The weather has cooled considerably and there was a very pleasant breeze. We both made better time than of late. … Continue readingOh, deer

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