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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Thirty words a day, about walking the dog. Inspired by Clare's blog Once around the Park
Trédaniel plan d'eau
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- Up the road, afternoon
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, afternoon
- Up the road, afternoon
- Up the road, and down towards la Tantouille, after...
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, morning.
- Down the road, evening
- Plan d'eau, Dinan, last thing.
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, morning.
- Bon Abri, Hillion peninsular, afternoon.
- Down the road, late afternoon.
- Down the road, afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon. I like Marcelle.
- Down the road, afternoon.
- Streets of Lannion, lunchtime.
- Up the road, afternoon
- Up the road, afternoon
- St Igneuc, afternoon
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, afternoon
- Up the road, afternoon,10 x 3
- Woods above Moncontour, morning.
- Down the road, afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon
- Up the road, afternoon
- The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, afternoon
- Woods above Moncontour, afternoon.
- Up the road, evening (after the change of hour).
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3 comments:
My husband (who is still in England) sent me pictures of our house and garden -- buried under the proverbial "blanket" of snow. Apparently it fell, so quietly, during the night.
The weather differences accentuate the physical distance . . . as we are in shorts here in Texas, and I sunburned my neck on a long walk this morning! You would like walking around here, I think.
It has a very specific smell, that I remember so strongly from my childhood.
With climate change, we will probably want a word of our own. Snaffle comes to mind. From which you might say: the fields are snaffled. There is snaffling in the garden. Molly came in her coat snaffled.
Thanks, Bee, for visiting from so far away, and Plutarch for the chuckle!
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