R's rue

 Dorothy was ok this morning. I took her back to the dyserth Walkway and she trotted to heel as always, bright and excited and as bouncy as usual  I had a date today A bona fide date!  Now the last time I dated anyone,  way back before the start of the first lockdown,  “the date”  became a very good friend and nothing more. Which is a sort of lose/win situation . Today was a bust Three hours I’m never going to get back again. The date in question was a guy I met several months ago in the weekly Big Gay Quiz . He was in my small group one Friday and in the weeks that followed, he messaged me privately during subsequent quiz nights to say hi , and to swap chit chat. He is a little younger than me, broad and built like a lumberjack I was intrigued  Eventually I gave him my telephone number and we swapped friendly texts. Since the constraints of lockdown had been lifted, he has texted me a few times asking for a date So today I met him for ...

 Stretch Your body Your soul Might  Thank you For giving Love to something You’ve neglected For too long Chin up  Child It isn’t  The end But a  New beginning from R's rue https://ift.tt/2VlQWME

"The Red Lion" pub and a passing tractor in Waterfall There is a village in the very south of The Peak District National Park called Waterfall. However, there is no waterfall there. It is believed that the name refers to the  disappearance or  "falling" of water in nearby streams and rivers in  summertime. In limestone country  water commonly goes underground in dry spells. Yesterday, my silver steed, Sir Clint took just over an hour to transport me to Waterfall via Bakewell, Hartington, Warslow and Onecote. It is situated in an area of the national park where my boots had never previously trodden. A corner of the parish church in Waterfall Soon I was off, pausing to visit the beautiful parish church which dates from about 1100 and is dedicated to St James and St Bartholomew. I guess the early villagers couldn't pick between the two. Then I headed through unruly meadows, following a dry stream to the dried up bed of The River Hamps. Down there I encount...