R's rue

 I love collecting seashells I have a sweet tooth I love to shop Buying books is my weakness Traveling soothes my soul Tell me something about you from R's rue https://ift.tt/KfSkDcs

 There is nothing more beautiful than the face of a sleeping dog I only thought of this , this morning as I mooch around the cottage feeling a little flat. All my best laid plans of late seem to have gone tits up and it’s easy to feel what’s the point sorting and planning and organising and booking when it seems that the phone doesn’t ring and invites are not bursting through the letterbox.  Then I look at the face of a sleeping dog And all feels a bit better with the world.  Dogs sleep when their pack slows down and they feel safe And I’m watching over my sleeping dogs  What a great job to have from Going Gently https://ift.tt/0CZIRTp

The Salt Cellar on Derwent Edge Yesterday... in need of a long walk, I travelled out of the city along the A57 until I came to the turn off to Strines. Soon Clint was parked up and I set off along the by-road, passing "The Strines Inn"  and then up onto The Derwent Moors. It was a mile long slog up to Derwent Edge with its various millstone outcrops. I met no one along the way until just before The Wheelstones I bumped into Paul, an ex-military man from Colchester. He told me that he was fifty seven years old and that his nickname was Shabba after Shabba Ranks - the reggae star. "I used to be a bit of a ladies man before I got married," he chortled. Approaching The Wheelstones on Derwent Edge In the British countryside, it is quite unusual to see Afro-Caribbean people out walking. It's the same with Asians. Articles have been written about this. However, Paul had travelled the world as a soldier so why should he be daunted about a long ramble? After al...