Was my lovely great-uncles funeral last week. A farmer from Penton, a lovely service with the extra poignancy of the reading of @rsthomaspoet.bsky.social ‘The Bright Field’ which was just perfect for him.
A view from the gospel pass, looking into the far distance
A clear church windows looking out to the hills with ‘I shall lift up mine eyes’ etched into the glass
A tiny whitewashed church with wooden bell tower and 2 small windows. Sitting beneath a hill.
A winding road up to the hills with the sun beating down
Not sure Wales has ever been this kind to me weather wise. Maybe it’s because I’m learning the language.
Honestly you need to do commissions. I want to be a Bod character!
She not an adviser on it’s never has been. Sorry.
A student called Lucy is asked what they are listening to. Their reply is that it’s Wave of Mutilation by Pixies, the song reminds her of her grandparents as they played the song when she was little.
Lucy will now be 27 and I feel as old as the hills @pixiesofficial.bsky.social
Escapee espacades. #stormeowyn #notjustlakes
Did they ask you not to post any spoilers?
Happy Christmas to you lovely people in my phone. May it be merry and bright xx #ladybirdbooks
All of the feels in this photo. It’s how I remember Christmas when I was little.
Boom. Fuck you pal. I AM Christmas.
It’s crap.
Tears of a clown for me. I just don’t like it.
Border terrier in a Santa hat
Border terrier bauble
Felted barn owl Christmas tree decoration
Oven ready turkey Christmas bauble
Now we have a diagnosis for Hester it’s time for a little bit of Christmas spirit.
I’m kind of glad I have the DVD I never liked the song, mainly because if the way it was sung.
Is this the version with the song?
This is the story I hate most. 😞
I have found my people.
A picture of the middle earth tavern with Gollum on it
The irony of being in this pub when I noticed my wedding ring was missing.
In a bid to boost my folate levels today’s lunch was Brussel sprouts, green beans, broccoli, chipolatas, stuffing and gravy. Christmas dinner without the turkey and taties.
Blue dusky light fills the scene, with snow-covered mountains visible in the distance and a graveyard in the foreground. There is a statue of a man at the back, with a fjord behind him. The rest of the snowy graveyard is full of gravestones and illuminated crosses (with the wires visible on the ground!).
A friend just reminded me of one of the lovely traditions that #Iceland has - lighting up the graveyards in the winter to remember & celebrate the dead. There is so much darkness there in mid-winter, so it's wonderful when you see these lovely lights.
Hnífsdalur, Westfjords, Dec 2020.
Noswaith da! My second ever post. Trying to wean myself off from my captor. #stockholmsyndrome
I’m just eyeing up the church!
I forgot to let you see these.
Luckily Hester isn’t bothered by fireworks, but a smoke alarm is another thing…
Prompted by last night’s chat about folk horror, and awful weather, I’ve dug this out of my collection for some Thursday afternoon frights. Thanks @bobfischer.bsky.social for the reminder of how scary The Exorcism is!
I absolutely loved this when it was first aired. I thought about it quite recently and had to Google the name.
I will take a photo. She’s chosen autumn/Halloween because she loves it but she’s so not a zombie girl!
My friend has been growing ‘zombie’ pumpkins for her wedding! I am beyond intrigues as to what she is going to do with them.
The best telly I’ve seen this year (I was as usual late to the party) and I’m not a big spy fan.
Bullfinches have gone with most of mine but I don’t begrudge them.
