'Golden girls and lads all must
As chimney sweepers come to dust'
is all about dandelions. Their jolly yellow heads turn to chimney sweeps' brushes, then blow away as dust.
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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
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- 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.
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- Up the road, afternoon
- St Igneuc, afternoon
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, afternoon
- Up the road, afternoon,10 x 3
- Woods above Moncontour, morning.
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- The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, afternoon
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1 comment:
A cunning thought that. The couplet is one of those that makes the back of my neck tingle - I think that was Emily Dickinson's definition of poetry.
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