Walking back from the pub
A little blurry… but maybe we were… Our little village late one night after a pleasant evening in the Dolphin…
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A little blurry… but maybe we were… Our little village late one night after a pleasant evening in the Dolphin…
MoreI shared a sonnet by the Victorian poet, Henry Ellison a couple of days ago… here are his thoughts on railway engines: The Steam-Engine Off, ye Mastodons, Megalosauroi vast And monstrous, Nature’s ruder tentatives; Her clumsier essays, of which nought survives But fossil-bones–dread nightmares of the Past, Which her less skilful hand in rude moulds […]
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