It's too damned nice here to work, think or blog.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
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A blog about, among other things, imaginary ideas - What ifs? and Imagine thats. What if photographs looked nothing like what we see with our eyes? Imagine that the Berlin Wall had never come down. What if we were the punchline of an interminable joke? All contributions welcome.
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Oh my God -- is that what Norfolk looks like TODAY, in mid-November? Gorgeous! Carpe diem, Bryster!
ReplyDeleteSurely it's Carshalton.
ReplyDeleteSusan, we do very good crisp, cold, clear days in East Anglia. Cambridge looked particularly fine this morning, although my admiration was tempered by the fact that I had forgotten my gloves and it was three below.
ReplyDeleteAh Cambridge cold, there's nothing like it, except perhaps the inside of a well-lit fridge...
ReplyDeleteBut what is that ominous rumbling sound which will soon be the roar of an epochal North Sea surge, filling up the little ditch and drowning the lone Kayakist......
ReplyDeleteAnd flowing on to dash with awful destructive force against the feeble Georgian walls of South London.
ReplyDeleteDucks race for cover as frustrated, fractious and generally pissed-off blogger disturbs sleepy village by bellowing curses on all slickers, unslickers, nitpickers and moronic dimwitters.
ReplyDeleteI knew a lone kayakist once. Went into the fog of San Francisco Bay never to be found (kayak or kayaker). From the looks of it, no chance of that happening at the moment out your way. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteIt looks idyllic. Lucky you to have this on your doorstep.
ReplyDeleteIs it ever too lovely to not think? Even if all you are thinking about is how lovely it all is, for a change? Gulp it in whilst you can - it won''t last.
ReplyDeleteLooks like Bungay to me and, more pertinently, the rear view of the house of one of our more esteemed lady novelists.
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