Sheep, in Henry Moore's back garden. Lovely walking country thereabouts (Much Hadham, "Voted Hertfordshire's Best Kept Village". Not sure I'd want to live up to the pressure. No space for drooping window box planting round their way.) Got revoltingly lost. Again. Not my fault this time. I blame the hand-drawn map.
On the seafront at Whitstable, Kent. Peace, quiet, good food and a groyne for shelter.There's something very refreshing about almost nobody reading this any more. I can write and feel like I'm talking to myself all over again. And I can puzzle over who my visitors are: what is the Virtual Internet Backbone in Orissa? Why would someone visit me from there? And, good gracious, who in Tennessee has a fascination with that 1972 Singer sewing machine. Greetings to whoever in Ostroleka, Segorbe, Riyadh, Hinsdale, Kyoto ... (though it took a week for you all to pass by.)
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