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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.
- Hill above Hénon, afternoon.
- Down the road, evening.
- Up the road, afternoon.
- Down the road, evening.
- The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, afternoon.
- Down the road, early evening (Wednesday).
- Woods near the water mill, Guettes-es-Lievres, mor...
- Down the road, afternoon. A guest post by Rilke, ...
- Down the road, afternoon.
- Down the road, afternoon (Friday).
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2 comments:
Do you suppose she cut all those logs? I think it would be fun to ride in the shovel of the tractor.
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No, I think the logs had already been cut and stacked, maybe they just split a few of them; I heard the sound of them tossing them into the shovel in a bit of woodland near the road. They were an elderly couple, who tend to be the ones who occupy themselves with cutting wood, though it's heavy work. They looked very merry and bright with their dinky little old tractor, and we all grinned and waved at each other!
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