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Thursday, July 2, 2015

"England, sir?"

Yesterday I returned from a special place. A place of old bridges and wooden ships and crumbly buildings of flint and stone. A place where there are heathlands that go on for miles and pebbley seashores and tidal flats and tall pines by the sea. Where row-houses with orange chimneys give way to red, red poppy fields and lonely, wild sand dunes. A place where the weather is cool but the hearts are warm, where old friends meet and sit whispering in the shadow of a giant clock that all the while stands there tick-tick-ticking, reminding me that soon I must fly away again.


  1. Beautiful pictures Rosemary, and so many happy memories of your holiday!

  2. Best post ever! :) Love AR xxx

  3. Great photographs, beautiful drawings and lovely prose, Rosemary.



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