A narrowboats journey through repair, cruising, and other joys of the english waterways.
There is something magical about churchyards; the way the flowers are undisturbed and the old trees bend over to whisper their stories. They are stunningly peaceful and recently I stumbled over a beautiful one with a bench in the shade. Wonderful.
posted by MortimerBones at
4:51 AM
Standing on the roof, with the wind in my hair, gulls cry I sigh, living it up here. The rain meanders along, soaking me to the bone, and ah, as I stand there... no longer alone.
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