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 Sweetheart Sweet tart Candy days In a candy haze from R's rue https://ift.tt/2LaHczV

  Just sat through two gloriously awful hours of Chinese disaster movie SKYFIRE    A total homage to those 1970 disaster movies I loved so much as a teen Dreadful but intensely entertaining  from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3bq0ZWH

  Sailor John from next door brought a package around for me today  He had opened it, thinking the package was for him. I wondered why he raised a Roger Moore eyebrow when he delivered it. For in the parcel was very small, bright yellow rubber chicken  It was a gift from blog reader Donell.  The chicken has a odd skill as when it is pressed a small red egg protrudes from some sort of prolapse out of its arse... It made me laugh, as it was intended to do. Thank you Donell.  For years I have been in receipt of many many similar gifts from scores of lovely people who follow Going Gently . The gifts are as varied as the givers . 25 kilos of hen feed and two bales of hay, arrived one day a long time ago and since I have received scotch eggs, a patchwork quilt, books and photos and paintings and art work. Hand knitted and crocheted items, walking dead T shirts and games and memorabilia . Dvds, doggy treats, plants and flowers, sweets and goodies and even...

The ruins of Ramsley Lodge Ramsley Moor is just west of the bent tree. Some moors are typically rugged upland places of heather and gorse where you may find hardy sheep grazing amidst the rocks. Other moors are flat, characterised by boggy ground and tussocks of rough grasses. Such is Ramsley Moor. Yesterday was bitterly cold but bright and clear. I left Clint in a lay-by adjacent to the the A621 road to Baslow. "Brrr! It's flippin' cold up here boss man! Can't you keep my engine running?" said Clint. "Can't do that mate. I would have to leave the key in so somebody might steal you." "How bloody compassionate! Don't mind me freezing my exhaust pipe off - just go and enjoy your ramble!" I set off into the winter's afternoon and soon found myself at the ruins of Ramsley Lodge. Not the most picturesque of moorland ruins and  later on Google could not lead me to its history. Then I was plunging through straggly trees. The path l...