Indian Summer my arse

Well it’s a week or so since my Indian Summer post, I  couldn’t have been more wrong. Today the summer‘s fans go back on the loft and whilst I’m up there I’ll move the Christmas decorations nearer the hatch. As Stella and I begin our Sunday morning trek the heaters are both on in the …

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Pending doom in the beauty 

Walking Stella this morning I’m struck by the the infinite amount of Spiders webs look beautiful in the morning dew. There beauty is enhanced by the sinister pending doom of every strand of their existence. Glistening in morning sunlight waiting for an unsuspecting creature on the wing to send signals of their pending doom, their …

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