He was racing across the sky at half past four this afternoon, heading North!
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The beautiful villages and moors around Haworth that inspired the literary work of the Brontë sisters. Photography by Andrew Fowler.
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Seeing dragons again, are you?
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I confess!!
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Lovely! What light in your lens. You captured the magic of that dragon here.
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In Canada we see Sasquaches or Yetis. Usually they are seen by the young and imaginative or the old and drunk. They have never captured one alive to date though.
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So… David, tell me…. have you seen a Sasuaches?!!!
When I was younger I was convinced there were yetis… I think I still wish there were!
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When I was about 13 I used to snare rabbits in the woods just past our house with my friend Jack. We would hear branches snap and bushes rustle and stop to see a tall figure walking upright about 100 yards away. We thought it was a bear and ran like hell. No remains of a sasquatch have been found if there are any as is the case of dead bears because shortly after they die all the scavengers and birds eat their remains within a day or two and not even a bone is left. Our native Indians think that the sasquatch is a spirit and not a real beast. Maybe thats the case. I have a great joke about a sasquatch but it’s too saucy for here Sorry.
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The idea of a big wild creature wandering around is fascinating, isn’t it!
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