Oh flippin heck. The weather is awful here as I write here on Tuesday I think. Yes, Tuesday and the wind howls, the rain lashes and the cat gently and everso quietly farts in my general direction. It's a gale passing through. The bins are tied down and I have already ventured out for a while and may well do again when the Vet arrives at the Crofter's place to look as his coows tongues and tickle their ears so I can maybe perhaps take some snaps.
I will pass this little vignette of a scenette where the grass has been woven by the wind and high lighted by the winter sun. only it probably won't look like that when I pass by.
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I smiled at the idea of a cat's gentle fart being likened to a gale passing through. Or perhaps I misinterpreted that.
I loved the idea of a vignette of a scenette
I like this little vignette, and also Monty Python. I'd like to purchase a print of this please. It's a lovely place .
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