bloke moves to france with confused partner and two barking-mad terriers
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Did yesterday evening's dogwalk up the Sprocket Hill area. Weather was a bit thundery but the main cloud mass seemed to be moving away. Still got a bit wet though. Georgie, being a gardening nut who's recently escaped London, was really excited about the abundance of wild flowers that littered the track sides. At this time of year there's one flower in particular that seems to thrive up there. I call it a bluey pinky purpley thing, but Georgie calls it scabious. Reckons it might be used to treat certain skin conditions, but isn't entirely sure. Further research necessary.
And a few pics from this evening's dogwalk. Weather still muggy with distant thunder...
Bohemian hermit recluse hiding in the mist-shrouded hills and backwoods of central France; went to art school in the mid-Sixties and never really left; masochistic supporter of Aldershotnil FC; fascinated by the mystery of disappearing odd socks; follically, cosmetically and vertically challenged but horizontally unchallenged, otherwise perfect (it says here); probably one of the luckiest geezers in the whole wide world.