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27 December 2009


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How lucky you were to find two wrecked boats! Unlucky for the owners, for sure, but lucky for you. They are just so picturesque, aren't they? You did a great job on the photography, too.

Just through watching the weather forecasts I've noticed over the years that some of Devon has much worse weather than areas further north. It's always seemed very odd to me, since we think of the West Country as warmer.

Fabulous photos, D. Thanks to you and the young sea dog for making the Boxing day walk so special.

Wonderful post -- thank you!

Dear Boots

I walked with you on your walk and started to think of stories about those wrecked boats with their ruined beauty. Your photographs are exquisite - works of art in themselves: palimpsests of sailor's lives.

Just a lovely post.


I hope you're not all shivering this morning. Mid-Devon awoke to the effects of yet another sub-zero night, with treacherous patches of ice on our hillside road and all the other surrounding hillside roads. But the sun is shining and, with luck, we might manage another coastal visit to start the New Year.

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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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