When we arrived on Friday, it was cold and wet and miserable. The rain had brought all the snails out onto the path, and I managed to accidentally kill a few million of them in the dark. We went out onto the beach in our coats.
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Fuck Flickr. I’m fed up with having my photos held hostage.
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Bernard and a snail
On Saturday, Bernard and I were in the garden. I taught him lots of useful things about snails.
They don’t tend to last for very long…
The other weekend, we were invited to lunch with Tom and Rach. They cooked us pie and a meringue. Both were delicious, and the meringue was particularly photogenic.
This is not the first time that Tom has made me a pie, and I’m looking forward to the next one already.
We also found a happy potato, which Rach could not bear to flay.
In the churchyard near our house.
*Thanks to Graybo for correcting my earlier misidentification of this plant as an azalea.*
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Sceptic tank
My Strelitzia seems to have bifurcated this year. I dunno, maybe this is actually a really common occurence, but it took me by surprise.
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Sleeping duck
Bernard reflected in the knobs of our new bathroom cabinet. At the time of writing, it’s not yet up on the wall. We’re going to need a bigger drill.
