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The beholding I
Don’t tell anyone. I don’t want to make a fuss about it. But I think I’ve acquired a supernatural power. I know. Unlikely. But I’ve suspected it for some time and on Sunday I decided I was right. You see, … Continue reading
If you would like to see a few more pictures and a video you have to turn sideways to watch, oops! 😉 of the small press I visited and wrote about in Dylan, dogs and the devil it is now … Continue reading
Where there is sun, there are shadows
I couldn’t identify the Big Friendly Giant – but then he had no nose. The bishop, though, was instantly recognisable. He had a mitre. And a sign. Plus he was standing right beside the church gate. His ecclesiastical lordship, the … Continue reading
High on a hill was a lonely …
Me. Not a goatherd. And not so much lonely as alone. It was the fords across the stream that did it, made me think of The Sound of Music. That and the hill. Which, to one used to the flat … Continue reading
“The Glory of the Garden it abideth not in words”
You know me, never one word where 932 or so will do. But today I’m going to give you pictures and little else. Yes, okay, I admit it, the red words in my last post did cause a minor tiff. … Continue reading
Posted in Britain now & then, Lancashire & the golf coast, Nature notes
Tagged balm for the spirit, bees, flowers, gardens, herons, nature reserves, spring, trees
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A very few words, on tiny wings
Faeries are abroad. While the sun shines they dance, a skittish double-helix dance. And blossom bursts forth, like foam upon a crashing sea. There, that’s the limit of my poesy today! I’ve surprised a butterfly at rest. Captured its image … Continue reading
Posted in Britain now & then, Lancashire & the golf coast, Nature notes
Tagged blossom, butterflies, honeydew, Speckled Woods, sunbeams, sunshine
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