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This morning I awoke to the scent of wood smoke; a scent so filled with memories that I wished it could somehow be preserved. On inspection it was clear that some red hot ashes, all that remained of last night’s log fire, had metamorphosed … Continue reading
Their curvaceous booty is reminiscent of a group of elderly matrons chilling on a sun kissed beach. As we know to our cost, appearances can be deceptive for this is not a remake of “Les Baigneuses” but a group of … Continue reading
This is a simple and delicious recipe from the pen of Patricia Wells. Enjoy.
The sun today has been smothered under a dull, damp, grey cushion leaving the world silent and lifeless. I have the feeling that nature is in mourning, and with every reason as it feels as though the kind has been … Continue reading
I’m no stranger to the Finnish Scrabble board so I should be better at it by now. It’s a game that I don’t intentionally join because its complexity is such that the Glass Bead Game would be as simple as … Continue reading