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Sleepless Nights and Tea Rationing
Last night was one of those when I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I went downstairs, made a cup of tea, and carried on reading Few Eggs And No Oranges, the wartime diaries of Vere Hodgson, and thought how odd that I should be sitting there, sleepless for no particular reason,…
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A Misty Moisty Morning…
Burrator Dam, at one end of Burrator Reservoir on Dartmoor.The road runs across it, so you can walk across and look downat the water , which is an awfully long down down! This week we have been to visit my Elder Daughter and her Boyfriend in Plymouth, and had a wonderfully relaxing time being made…
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Snapshots of Paris…
I’ve been looking through my old holiday photos and, since I’m on a ‘virtual’ trip for the Paris in July challenge, run by Karen at Book Bath and Tamara at Thyme for Tea, and Dreaming of France over at An Accidental Blog, I thought would post some of my pictures for a Saturday Snapshot, which is…
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Hemingway Remembers Paris
If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast. These words, written by Ernest Hemingway to a friend in 1950, appear at the start of A Moveable Feast, which was completed…
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