It is the way I feel about her.
I have more than ONE ace from her that I got to keep.
Rest in peace dear, the pain is all over now.
A travel journal....a diary....a place to kick back a bit. Laughter and poignancy are correct here. Rants are, well, for my OTHER blog.
Hither, Ethel, stand by me,If thou know'st it, telling,Yonder canine, who is he?Where and what his dwelling?""Sire, he lives a good league hence,And his name is Oscar;Right against the forest fence,By Saint Agnes' fountain.""Bring me flesh, and bring me bones,Bring me pine logs hither:Thou and I will see him dine,When we bear them thither.
Walls and Ethel forth they went,Forth they went together;Thro' the rude wind's wild lamentAnd the bitter weather."Wally it is getting dark,And the wind blows stronger;Fails my heart, I fear to bark,I can go no longer."
Awwww....poor dog. (this post was in the drafts....I had made it back a couple of years ago when I was visiting England during the "big storm". Lots of flooding. Don't quite know "why" it didn't publish at the time, but hey, the new blogger seems to be very forgiving, and so I figured I would publish it now!)
horses brought to higher ground.
nice little high street.
Just in case you cant see the water, maybe you can read the sign...
The 'Swan" at Upton.