We have retreated to my Uncle's rural idyll in Somerset for a few days. This is one of the views from the house. There are ponies frolicking in the next field and geese gaggling round the watering hole.
The clouds are dispersing and weather's looking favourable for the next few days.
Doubtless we'll find our own watering hole later. The cider's good round these parts. Wonder how it mixes with steroids?
Cider and steroids should go great together - think they call it Strongbow.. Am looking at picture on my phone so may be illusion but that gate looks as if it is standing on its own- where's the fence and what are those structures in background? they look like country homes for gnomes... very bucolic enjoy clare and keep writing! xx
ReplyDeleteTruly idyllic.
ReplyDelete-- Dave
Yes it is a magical place. Free-standing gates and homes for the little people. Wonder what would happen if I went through that gate. Would I reach Narnia? Or Nirvana?
ReplyDeleteHave also learnt a new word - bucolic. Very apt - so thank you!
Hmmm ...
ReplyDeleteidyllic, bucolic, sylvan, pastoral, maybe even prelapsarian.
Just showing off, Clare. :p
-- Dave
P. S. Off to Prague in an hour! Hope to avoid British stag and hen parties.
maybe thats the gate to the real world?
ReplyDeleteI think Dave just swallowed a thesaurus!
ReplyDeleteTo avoid stag and hen parties in Prague, just walk 5 mins from the main square and stay away from English/Irish pubs. You can hear them a mile off anyway so just head in the other direction.
Tried to get through another gate this morning but a posse of cows wouldn't let me through! Obviously guarding their secrets. This is the real world.