Ben Wilson RIP (backblip)

Ben Wilson RIP (backblip)We found this memorial to Ben Wilson of Holmshaw, killed by lightning in 1897, when we were out planting our treasure. Notable only because (a) I have an Uncle by that name and (b) I have a theory that my family may have originated in this general area. We might be related but I shall most likely never know, as my mother refuses to speak of her father. I know only his surname and that he was Scots. I theorise that he was a miner and came down to work in the Yorkshire coalfields. It’s a bit weird, to know nothing about one’s grandparents.

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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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