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Brrr
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Statuesque
Back to Northumberland we tootled, this time to Slaley Hall, to swoon once more at the autumn colours, and spend a lot of time talking. Noted redwing and song thrush feeding voraciously in the rowan tree outside our bedroom window. On the Wednesday we went our separate ways, Paul to a star camp in Galloway…
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On the Road
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Frittered away**
Every day, gentle readers*, I empty this site of spam. There has been a particularly concerted effort lately on the part of someone who seems to believe, and believe strongly, that my life is incomplete because I do not possess an Hermès handbag, specifically a Birkin. I know what that is, heck, I even know…
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Post, equinoxial
As sweet and musical As bright Apollo’s lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Love’s Labour’s Lost (4.3.289-292) Shakespeare Thanks to Poppy Lee for that quote and please have a look at her website, she’s a genius. The trouble with being…
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Murmur
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Ars longa, vita brevis
Had one of Kirsty’s famous wee hiatuses there, back now and wouldn’t you know it, it’s festival time, both here in Fife, and to a lesser extent in Edinburgh. We bought a picture at the Aberdour Festival whilst catching up with chums. We plunged into the fringe last weekend and then had to commune with…
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Gullible
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Bauxite no more
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Bucket List
