In a bun dance

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100/365 I am the king

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This is Boy Three in his regalia. Apparently, he’s the king, I’m the queen, the Panther is the knight and his brothers are the princes (although after consideration Boy One became the palace baker. We don’t have a princess and we really, really need a princess.A little while later, the king would only eat his […]

98/365 remnants from the Thatcher years

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Margaret Thatcher died today – and everyone’s got an opinion, even those who (impossibly it seems to most of us) hadn’t ever heard of her. I’m not going to bother adding mine. There’s enough hot air on the subject. But I haven’t shifted from my view that to celebrate a death, any death, with glee and spite […]

97/365 A walk around Hallin

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Sometimes you’re just lucky. And we were this weekend with our walk. I couldn’t decide which picture I like best, so you’re getting them all. Much as the sunshine is wonderful and uplifting, I can’t help noticing how dry and parched the grass is and how few green shoots there are yet… 

96/365 waiting for the Ullswater steamer

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  Another year, another gathering of the family of Charles Arnison for a walk. This time grandsons aged 1, 3, 4, 5, 6 and a smattering of related grown ups (wife, ex wife, daughters, daughters in law). The sun shone as we got the steamer from Pooley Bridge to Howtown for a walk around Hallin. […]