Author: Anny
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10 Beaches You Really Don’t Want To Visit…
Everybody knows that Scotland is a wet, cold and windy place, infested with monster mouthed midges. No one in their right mind would venture there for their summer holiday, certainly not in a small tent, in August. Good, so that’s that sorted. Of course, sometimes that’s true. It can indeed be exceedingly cold, wet and…
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Ready For The Off…
So, today is the official opening of the Olympics, and therefore, as the next couple of weeks will undoubtedly be wall to wall crass radio and TV coverage, we’re off as far away from London as we can get without leaving Britain. Our camping expeditions take a bit of organising, so we probably won’t actually…
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Friday Pick Me Up…
I just came across this courtesy of A Word In Your Ear. I think that just about says it all. Happy Friday.
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Celtic Harp keeps me calm…
Another one of those mornings… If I have a routine, it is to do the daily domestic stuff, then grab a large mug of black coffee and sit down to read the latest posts from the bloggers I follow. For quite few months, I’ve been using Bloglovin and generally been really happy. It’s had moments,…
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Mum taxi – where it all began…
I seem to spend an inordinate amount of time these days, driving daughters around the county. I’m not perhaps quite so put out at this as some mums might be, because I’m well aware that my own mother did much the same for me, forty years or so back. We never seem to have lived…
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A Walk In The Woods
The rain hasn’t stopped all morning, so I thought I’d share some photos I took last week in Worcestershire, in the few hours on Thursday morning when the sun actually came out to play. As I was in Worcestershire, I decided to take the dog for a walk around my old stomping ground – Hanbury…
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Family Traditions…
Yesterday, I had another trip up to Worcestershire, to visit the churchyard where my mother’s side of the family mainly reside these days. When my Nan was alive, we would be up there every few weeks, putting flowers on the graves of various relatives. I don’t remember minding that at all. It was also a…
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Campaign for the promotion of Shakespearean insults…
Good morning thou craven toad-spotted puttock. My spirits were considerably lifted this morning, when amidst the huge pile of debris evicted from number 2 daughter’s school bag, I found a sheet of paper titled Shakespeare Insult Kit. On two sides of A4 paper, three columns per page, are lists of words used in the works of Shakespeare…
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Peregrine on the fence
It’s usually me who spots the unusual visitors to our garden, but it was the husband who spotted this little chap, sitting on the fence yesterday afternoon. Dreadful picture I admit, but I was excited and if I’d opened the door, he’d have been off. But take it from me, it’s a peregrine falcon. He was kind…
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A Good Year For The Roses…
In which Elvis Costello sings to me every time I go into the garden… I feel as if I’ve slipped into a parallel universe at the moment. My garden has decided to put on an incredible show of flowers – mostly roses – without me having anything at all to do with it. I must…
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Friendship Matters…
Yesterday, my best friend in the whole world – was fifty. This seems incredibly odd, as it feels like only weeks since we were haring around the Worcestershire countryside in a bashed up old mini, tasting freedom in the way that only eighteen year olds do. Now she’s a high flyer in Hong Kong and I’m a…
Mostly Motley 