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| 13 August 2015 |
even though it was very wet and thundery and struggling with photos while the storm kept rumbling round ... rose hips ... sloes ... vetch ... meadow sweet ... not seen for so long ... only daft one walking along this historic lane ... The new wood we saw planted in a year that I can't remember is establishing well ... it was strange to see the sudden change ... instead of the gradually one ...
This much needed walk helped to collect my jumbled up thoughts ... entering a pub albeit once familiar for a much needed Orange Juice along the way ... entering for the first time in many a year on my very own ... every time I do things a couple or a family do ... I always get asked the the similar question now ... until they get to know me ... which is par the course of doing things that people usually do in twos or more ... I just blog all the silly things now ... some people don't realise ... like my daughter who too is a writer ... we observe and don't take offence ... we smile internally ... There is always an artistic person absorbing the environment good or bad in any given situation ...
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