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 Well, I just had to share this stunning photograph with you... It was taken two weeks ago at Yarrowford near Peebles in the Scottish Borders region by a man who has nailed a huge volume of super pictures in that area. His name is Walter Baxter. I have blogged about him before and Shirley and I met him back in 2013. Walter and I communicate by e-mail from time to time. The image is of course of a farrier shoeing a horse. In that time-honoured process, there will often be steamy, smoky moments like this one. However, after searching through Google images, I doubt that any other photographer has ever captured the traditional equine scene as well as Walter has done. If you would like to see more images from his oeuvre,  go here and explore. from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/Ms4Bgvw

  Gorgeous Dave and I have a sort of pact together. We not only book theatre for productions that we know we may like but we have agreed we would try things off our own radar so to speak. It was the World premier of The Famous Five - a new musical by Elinor Cook at Theatr Clwyd and although I scarcely thought that Enid Blyton was our cup of tea, we went. It’s not a great musical  Apart from just one song, where Aunt Fanny( Laura Denning)  bemoans being an overlooked housewife , the songs are a bit bland and at times very shouty.  A sense of 1930s whimsy is almost lost in present day ideals  of saving the planet and modern language and the cast of characters as written by Blyton, just don’t have the light and shade and depth the characters in a musical need to have in order to make it interesting, even when Cook brings in the potentially difficult elements of bad parenting , unhappy marriages and sibling rivalry  Which was a shame. The puppetr...

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 It’s a while since I had a puppy. It’s probably like parents with grown up children. You quickly can forget the rules of ownership  And the first one is? When everything is quiet Something is afoot. 20 minutes unsupervised after a walk and two pot plants were disemboweled and scattered around the living room and one pile of vomit  left thoughtfully on the trendy blue sofa seat. Roger has had his first telling off and is quiet and contrite in his cage. Im sure Dorothy is actually smiling from her arm chair at his disgrace. The Randa girls stopped yesterday. I say girls loosely as they are now very much young women but I’m happy to say that their need to cuddle the dogs have not diminished since they were little girls.  Mary clambered into Eve’s lap and happily closed her eyes and Liv held Roger as though he was a baby, and although he sat stiffly at first, unsure of this new “ friend” he relaxed soon enough and closed his eyes too, as Welsh terriers...