When I was a youngster my parents bought me a pair of braces to hold up my new trousers. Of course these were 'Trousers to grow into' and without such support I would have been running around bare arsed. The braces were blue and had pictures of planets and rockets and, in the box, was a genuine ticket to the Moon.
I know, because it said so.
Somewhere in a landfill site, many many years ago...
Sunday, 7 November 2010
A thought for a Sunday
"In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me".
Walker, he's a great author. Probably best known for The French Lieutenant’s Woman but if you ever have time, try The Magus (a long story of mind control) or The Collector (creepy and disturbing).
Hi Dave: yeah, conifer plantations are so sterile. However don't forget those remaining pockets of primal Scots pine (the Caledonian Pine Forest) which are the remnants from the end of the last Ice Age.
He has a fascinating look about him. Something I can't define but find appealing.
ReplyDeleteWe love walking in old woods, not the conifer planations but proper deciduous woodland... primal stuff.
ReplyDeleteWalker, he's a great author. Probably best known for The French Lieutenant’s Woman but if you ever have time, try The Magus (a long story of mind control) or The Collector (creepy and disturbing).
ReplyDeleteHi Dave: yeah, conifer plantations are so sterile. However don't forget those remaining pockets of primal Scots pine (the Caledonian Pine Forest) which are the remnants from the end of the last Ice Age.
ReplyDeletePoint made Andy!
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