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The New York Met emails me weekly   It doesn’t bother me much unless it’s selling it’s Christmas Decorations  I bought many of those when I’ve visited New York  Last night the “ Met “ offered me my own Ruth Badger Ginsburg Action figure and how could I possibly refuse? So on a whim ...I’ve bought her within seconds of the offer An elderly Jewish woman action figure of intelligence and humour  How gay is that...?  She will be my next so alternative Christmas dec  from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3cN8rdx

Hazlehead Hall seen through the trees On Wednesday, I treated myself to a long walk in the countryside. I parked Clint on Hollin Lane just west of  Flash House Farm which is itself west of the village of Millhouse Green.  It was a circular walk of perhaps six miles. At first, a canopy of light grey shaded the land. It seemed it would last the entire day but as I hoofed up Royd Moor Hill, the sky suddenly appeared divided - as if a painter had decided to apply blue emulsion. By the time I reached Thurlstone brightness and blue  had replaced the grey. I am well aware that it is very possible to take great pictures under a grey sky but I always prefer the definition and colour that sunshine and blue heavens provide. I frequently liken this to visiting theatres - you need the action upon the stage to be illuminated. Without that lighting, the drama is reduced and the imagery struggles to grab one's attention. Old railway bridge on The Transpennine Trail In Thurlsto...

 Yesterday, I did indeed clean the patio of it’s dirt and winter grime. The old rabbit hutch which had doubled as a wood store was dismantled and added to the field bonfire and as I was returning to the cottage, I spied a squared off stone peeping from behind a large tussock of grass. It was a headstone of the only dog of mine that was buried on the field. It was Maddie’s headstone. I sat and remembered her for a little while My eyes closed and my face turned to the sun Maddie was a Scottish Terrier. She was my second dog, and was grumpy, taciturn and aloof. A mirror image of Finlay, my welsh terrier who loved the entire World with an open heart. Maddie loved her masters with all of her  heart but showed her affection with all the distance of a 1970 s parent.She would lie next to you, rather than on you and would arrroooo at you rather than lick your face but like a maiden aunt who was dressed for mourning, she was fierce and proud and only had eyes for her nephew...