Always ethereal, always eclectic, I write as the mood strikes, when there intrigue reveals itself. Usually that means something controversial or adventure of some sort.

I've tried really hard to be unprovocative, but have as yet been unsuccessful.

Friday, 3 October 2008

The Country Out Thar

I took the dog out for a walk up the hill today, and, as promised, brought back some pictures of the countryside around here. Peas.  Sammy loves sniffing the peas.Crick to the Green Sewer ReclamationCrick to the Wetlands Corn near Harvest TimeCorn from a Signs Alien PerspectiveTwo Roads Diverge up the hill.Mending Wall(See hovertext.)
Near the top of the hill, hidden in the high grass and covering trees, is the remnant of what was once a mighty wall, now in dire need of mending. For without a wall, how would I know what I am walling in, or walling out?

Don's Mobil Manor, from the hill.

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