I have nothing to say
Categories: ramblings
Date: 07 June 2009 09:19:05
Yeah, yeah, I know, when has that ever stopped me before?
Would you like some photos instead? If not, tough. (If you click through on any of the photos, that will bring you to the whole set).
Rosadaddy, who is all sorts of aces, drove me to Abbotsbury purely so I could take photos of cygnets and go "squee" a lot.
This little chap was the perfect size to fit in my camera bag, but I womanfully resisted.
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This poppy is in my parents' garden:
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I went on a Dorset inter-Church Events walk along a bit of the south coast path near Portland.
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Beloved Auntie came over for a visit, so we had an Adventure on the London Eye:
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(most of the Rosafamily is camera shy, or at least don't want their photos all over the internet, but the Rosabrother and his partner is in there somewhere).
And then we went to Kew:
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And Whitstable:
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There was a trip to Weymouth as well:
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For someone who has nothing to say, I've somehow managed 228 words, and all on one cup of coffee.