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July 12, 2017


Mary Lou Egan

I've really enjoyed these! I took a photo of that Twinings Tile, as well. Looks like a wonderful trip.

juliet brown

What fabulous photos - I am not sure I would have left, I think I might have tried to persuade them of their very pressing need for a resident knitter who wouldn't cause any fuss or mess and barely takes up any room....

Berva Smith

Great pictures, I am envious of your opportunity. Can see why you wanted to stay at places a couple of times


You asked 'Why do I love wobbly roof-lines so very, very much?' I think it is because they look organic.

That outdoor bookcase, I think might be an Auricula Theatre for Primula Auricula.

That play looks decidedly odd - and was that Lenny Henry in a gold frock?! 'Our Len' who is from Dudley in the West Midlands and whose accent is probably reminiscent of Shakespeare's own.

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  • "'Then I am the first,' cried Pullings with infinite satisfaction. 'Let me wish you and Mrs. Aubrey all the joy in the world.' He grasped Jack's limp, wondering hand, wrung it numb, and showed the printed page, reading aloud, '"At Ashgrove Cottage, Chilton Admiral, in Hants, the lady of Captain Aubrey, of the Boadicea, of a son and heir,"' following the words with his finger.

    'Give it here,' said Jack. He grasped the magazine, sloped the page to the light and pored over it intently.

    '"At Ashgrove Cottage, Chilton Admiral, in Hants, the lady of Captain Aubrey, of the Boadicea, of a son."

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    -- from The Mauritius Command by Patrick O'Brian

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