Category Archives: Pictures

Floating alongside the River

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Blowsy Blooms nodding us along..

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Soft Shadows telling us to slow down..

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As Evening fell, the lone raven’s tell

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Gosling’s parents’ warning bell

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Past the evening’s last petalled bed

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We bid adieu to the river with light heart and feet of lead..

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Floating alongside the River 4

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The gates shut as evening primly fell..

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Permissive Paths led us on..

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Tantalising with Starry flowers galore..

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Soft, flowered banks..

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With bird calls rare..

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And blessings showered beyond compare

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With Gentle companions along the way..

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And ancient tales left for another day
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Floating alongside the River 3

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Spring flowers keeping an eye on all.. photo (19)

Blushing, blooming, best unseen..

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The path strewn in petaled welcome
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Alongside Turner’s green..

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Reflective silence in gloaming’s dell

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Shining treetops beckoning on..

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Calling the walker anon..

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Brashly, the brush sang it’s song

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As the serene river flows on..

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The river steps beckoned with tales to tell ..

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The path, it solidly went on..

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Floating alongside the River 1

As we wandered around London’s towns..

We found ourselves on an oldish green

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Wandering through, we found ourselves in a garden

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The path that beckoned was not ours..

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We wandered in search through the lonely wood

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Past Enchantments along the way..
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Marking our way past the gnarled holly
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We knew the river was across this way..

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Part II follows.. here

Reading Chairs

This was made from left over wood after building by great grandfather’s house.. I have spent entire summer holidays ensconced in its arms, reading away, rabbiting away memories

A comfortable reading chair. A good book. Some munchies on their way. A cup of tea. Or coffee.

Not much to ask for, is it?

This is the one we fight over.. rarely empty. Often the mooda on the side holds a steaming cup of tea – when it is not being used as a footrest.
For those days when the book alone will not soothe, she who rocks the world comes out to play.
And, oh so comfy! If there is heaven on earth, it is here, it is here, it is here.
The chair opens out, and one squishes oneself into its depths. Admittedly, the book cannot be far away – for once one is in, it is impossible to get out (Who wants to, anyway?)