but they are right on top of the highest bit above St Agnes ... if anyone catches the wind they will. The house has withstood many a storm, but a garden shed is a garden shed
They're part of a Community Garden scheme ... all hatches there have been battened etc and they're keeping their fingers crossed re the polytunnels
Up by Goonbell? Or over by the Beacon? It is fierce up there - an old school friend used to live at Goonbell. If I went to stay at their house (or another friend at Mount Hawke) I always had to take extra jumpers because it was always rather, err, brisk. Compared to soft Truro, anyway
Thanks for the good wishes for the dog, everyone. We're on a long road with him, unfortunately. Chemotherapy will be the next thing, once his scars have healed .
The sky just now is positively apocalyptic with a dark red sun hanging over the big tree in our garden and a sound like ocean breakers of the wind in the trees. The birds have gone quiet ....
ETA - just read back - Doc - Nightmare. Hope you're home very soon
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Gardening on the edge of Exmoor, in Devon
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
It's dust on the window; make sure you rinse your car windows well before applying the wipers - don't want scratches.
Raisin: front leg or back? I knew a farmer whose working dog had an injury which resulted in amputation. The dog still would round the lambs up and in fact the only hindrance he had was while things were fresh he'd fall over cocking the "wrong" rear leg! I hope your hound recovers quickly.
Punk: that sounds scary. Please please don't delay getting in to hospital if you need it.
I’ve got the miseries tonight. Tomorrow is the anniversary of our daughter dying and I’ve been trying to keep my mind on other positive things, but an opera concert inPrague on TV brought it all rushing back. Sorry to be a misery. I’ve rung my other daughter and had a chat. She assures me that Susan was pretty much out of it at the end and so probably wasn’t lying there in hospital worrying about the end.
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Keep your chin up Punkdoc.
Hosta hugs from me.
Ex Ophelia has dumped a lot of salt on our windows. Not sure how well it'll show up.
Pdoc, sorry to hear your news. Hope you get flight home and into hospital for diagnosis and treatment.
Hosta, the salt deposit is clearly visible
Oh no, Punckdoc - you must feel awful and just want to get home. Keep strong and take care. Recommend breathing exercises.
Hang in there Doc
your ins company will want you home as fast as is possible Good luck!
A A Milne
Up by Goonbell? Or over by the Beacon? It is fierce up there - an old school friend used to live at Goonbell. If I went to stay at their house (or another friend at Mount Hawke) I always had to take extra jumpers because it was always rather, err, brisk. Compared to soft Truro, anyway
Thanks for the good wishes for the dog, everyone. We're on a long road with him, unfortunately. Chemotherapy will be the next thing, once his scars have healed
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The sky just now is positively apocalyptic with a dark red sun hanging over the big tree in our garden and a sound like ocean breakers of the wind in the trees. The birds have gone quiet ....
ETA - just read back - Doc - Nightmare. Hope you're home very soon
Last edited: 16 October 2017 11:29:22
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
Just been down to the shop.
I'm not finishing until 8pm.
" right! that's it! No more overtime" was Hubby's response.
ahhhhhhhhhh, it's not salt. It's dust from the Sahara.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-41635906
It's dust on the window; make sure you rinse your car windows well before applying the wipers - don't want scratches.
Raisin: front leg or back? I knew a farmer whose working dog had an injury which resulted in amputation. The dog still would round the lambs up and in fact the only hindrance he had was while things were fresh he'd fall over cocking the "wrong" rear leg! I hope your hound recovers quickly.
Punk: that sounds scary. Please please don't delay getting in to hospital if you need it.
Hosta; the man speaks sense.
I’ve got the miseries tonight. Tomorrow is the anniversary of our daughter dying and I’ve been trying to keep my mind on other positive things, but an opera concert inPrague on TV brought it all rushing back. Sorry to be a misery. I’ve rung my other daughter and had a chat. She assures me that Susan was pretty much out of it at the end and so probably wasn’t lying there in hospital worrying about the end.
Sorry folks. I’m going to bed.