Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Monday, 2 June 2008
Down the road, late afternoon.
After a late night, short sleep and idle day, frowsting, reading and dozing, we don't go far and walk slowly. But the moist air is refreshing as a cool damp flannel.
Dave, not brought up on a diet of Kipling evidently, unlike me! 'the cure for this ill Is not to sit still And frowst with a book by the fire, But to take a large hoe And a shovel also And dig till you gently perspire.'
- if I remember rightly: the remedy for the camelious hump. Which I didn't have, and I rather like frowsting from time to time.
Bee, it was unseasonably cool,and quite refreshing for that.
3 comments:
"Frowsting"? That's a new one on me!
"Cool damp flannel" sounds lovely. Funny -- that line between muggy damp, and refreshing damp.
Dave, not brought up on a diet of Kipling evidently, unlike me!
'the cure for this ill
Is not to sit still
And frowst with a book by the fire,
But to take a large hoe
And a shovel also
And dig till you gently perspire.'
- if I remember rightly: the remedy for the camelious hump. Which I didn't have, and I rather like frowsting from time to time.
Bee, it was unseasonably cool,and quite refreshing for that.
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