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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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- Down the road, afternoon.
- Woods above Moncontour, afternoon.
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, morning.
- Above Arondel, evening; Moos with Mol.
- Down the road, afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon
- Up the road, afternoon
- Woods behind Arondel, walking Moos with Mol (Satur...
- Up the road, afternoon (Friday 23rd)
- Down the road, evening (Thursday 22nd)
- Down the road, evening
- Up the road, afternoon
- Down the road, afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon; Bel Orient
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, afternoon (Friday)
- Up the road, afternoon - The garden at Boissy (Thu...
- Up the road, afternoon
- Down the road, evening; childhood ghoulishness rev...
- Down the road, evening
- Down the road, evening
- Walking elsewhere
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, morning.
- Up the road, afternoon; Bel Orient
- Hillion peninsular, out with Gillian and Barley
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3 comments:
My first daughter was born in England . . . and I vividly remember driving down a long forested lane, absolutely banked with purple rhododendrens, on the way to the hospital.
Some people hate them, but I'm fond of them.
ooo nostalgia rhododendrons and hampstead heath
Thanks for your faithfulness both, I really will get back on the circuit again soon!
I am no longer snobby about rhodies or hydrangeas, things which thrive here endear themselves anyway. Bee, did you call your daughter Rhoda?!:~)
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