“Hmm, anyone looking?”
“Great! I’m having some!”
“Mmm, these are good!”
“Yeah, well, you can leave mine alone, greedy!”
“And ours too! Go away!”
“Don’t like peanuts. Got anything else?”
“Charming! Selfish lot.”
Betws-y-Coed, Wales. July 2015
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“I have no idea. Why are you asking me?”
“Oooh… I know this one… Give me a minute, I’ll get it!”
“Well, it is a simple question. What about you, Sir?”
“Me? Oh gosh! I, erm, I… Oh dear…”
“Don’t ask me, I’m to cute to care…”
“I’m hungry. Can we eat now. pleeeeeease?”
“Oh, good grief! I suppose so… Sigh!”
Llandudno, North Wales. June, 2015
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Down low over the water the Seagull soars
A flap of his wings is enough.
A wink of an eye as he passes me by
While his friend takes a dip to cool off.
No prizes, I’m sorry, if you guess where they were
But the picture above is a clue
And here is another so please let me know
If you get it, just comment. Please do!
Somewhere in England. July 2015
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The night is such a joy, so peaceful, so dark.
The stars in the sky, leave such a small mark.
Make the shutter wait and this is what appears
Beautiful colours before the dawn nears
A passing airliner leaves a line across the sky
Its lights like stars to the unblinking eye.
The Pennines of West Yorkshire at Midnight, June 2015
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There is a house in Yorkshire, very old is it.
1642 the year and is surely worth a visit
Some of the house is ruined and some of it complete
But if you live for history then it really can’t be beat.
A medieval barn, no less, with timber no less aged
It is easy to imagine it, as it was when it was needed.
Through the grounds, a carefree stroll, ‘quackers’ if you don’t go,
Walk through fields that Murgatroyd saw looking through his window.
But that’s the old, so what’s the new? It’s springtime now, you know.
Perhaps this little chap can trace his roots to nearly four centuries ago.
Doubt it though!
(East Riddlesden Hall, Keighley, West Yorkshire, England. April 2015)
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There’s a small market town in North Yorkshire,
Past which the sands of time hurry by.
Yet somehow they miss these quaint cobbled streets,
Letting history remain where it lies.
The boats on this spur to the castle,
Carry people now, not stone,
But the stones from which this town is built,
Ensure its history will always be known.
(Skipton, North Yorkshire, England. March 2015) (Click Photos to enlarge)
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