Saturday, 5 December 2015

Friday Frolics....



All work no play etc...

In light of the favourable weather forecast; an executive decision was taken to eschew horticulture in favour of a 'works outing' to Dartmoor. Quite whose genius idea, it first was, to do this being the subject of some controversy (poor Man Friday).

First a brief tea stop to catch up with inestimable Kate, and her burgeoning (but sadly in some parts broken) menagerie on the Eastern edge of the moor...

Then a few miles circuit taking in some breezy heights such as Hound Tor; and here Greator Rocks.

Snapping the chaps doing their best ' Mid Eighties Moody Album Cover' poses on the descent.

For anyone tutting at the less than conventional rock hopping footwear.... I can personally attest that these 'Bog trotters' have a perfectly adequate grip on wet granite.

Very useful too for the moister; deeper parts oft encountered hereabouts; You just have to be careful not to leave your boot behind in a bog.

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Apropos of not very much at all.....

Naughty Dorothy Parker upon being tasked with employing the word 'horticulture' in a sentence...

"You can take a whore to culture; but you can't make her think"

I sometimes worry that horticulture leaves a girl with a tad too much time for reflection...Giving rise to a surfeit of 'parlous nonsense.'

But it's now only eighteen days until the shortest one?... Where did that year go?
So today; perusal of seed catalogues for next season, and catching up on some other long ignored paperwork.  
Will doubtless find more interesting diversions to distract myself with afore long...Could always go for a bike ride....


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