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26 May 2009


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What glorious pictures.

I have had problems trying to leave comments for more than a week. I keep hoping the next one will work, so here goes again!

Oh my god, that is so English. So moist and civilized and what a nice break from the parched dry land I reside in. The photos are beautiful, they make me feel as though I am actually in a Masterpiece Theater episode. It's all so refined. I have never posted before but do want to tell you that this 60+ lady has really enjoyed reading your blog. A touch of class into the humdrum of daily life.

M: glad to see that your comments are now getting through, although Typepad still hasn't fixed the missing links to commenters' urls. (I'm inserting them in the body of the post instead.)

And welcome, Dolores; so pleased to hear that you are enjoying the blog. You must let us know where that parched dry land is!


Dolores, do you live in Colorado? Or New Mexico maybe?


A perfect account and pictures, D, of what sounds a perfect day. And how nostalgic it made me feel.


My kind of day too! I love the pics of the Cornish stone walls - those herringbone patterns are somehow very Cornish.


Oh, that is so beautiful, and yes, so very English! Love the herringbone wall, and the pigs! And the precarious cliff shot was well worth it, wasnt' it?

I seem to be able to 'create' parking spaces too! So much so, that OH asks me, on entering a multi-story car park, what floor we are parking on today! It makes me laugh, but it seems to work. LOL!


Sounds like my kind of day too! Thanks for sharing it with us!

Rita Golddiva Yes I live in New Mexico How about you.

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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