If you read this blog you may have seen this photo or one just like it.
Except someone is missing.
RIP Mr. Lassen and know they are still saving your place.Yolo is doing OK as the only boy around now.
Here he is hanging with the girls.
He is always happy in the truck.
What dog isn’t happy in a truck?Speaking of the girls.
Here they are.
I try to get Sasha to perk up her ears like her mom and Aunt.
Not going to happen.The more I try to get her interest the more she looks away.
How about those pink tongues?How far to the ground Nevada?
Don’t even think about it.Who me?
I would never disobey.
Just look at how nicely I sit and stay.Before we were getting ready to go, so tailgate up.
Now we have been so so tailgate…
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Amazing Travel Photography~
I used to be a teacher. Not much connection there with scary monsters, but I did once hear an absolutely wonderful ghost story at a Parents’ Evening. The phantom involved is actually very famous in Nottinghamshire, but at the time, I had never heard this scary tale.
I was speaking to a boy’s mother. She said that the family lived in the village of Calverton. She told me how her husband refused ever to drive again along a certain road to the north of Nottingham because it was strongly haunted, and he had been absolutely terrified when he met the ghost. Look for the orange arrow…
In the map above, the yellow road in the centre is the B684, the “Plains Road” which leaves Nottingham northwards and climbs slowly but surely along what must have been at one time an ancient Stone Age Ridge Route and perhaps even a hunting trail. With some amazing views, particular to the…
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Photographs of The day , love these.
Sitting above Dancing Ledgemight be fun, but we still had plenty of walking ahead of us.
So back up the steps through the curious National Trust barrier and off we go again heading west.
Before we move on I’ll give one last look back, at this fabulous old quarry.
All along the way we come across folk intent on scaling the heights.
Are they all deranged? Or am I jealous that I couldn’t possibly replicate their exploits?
Probably the latter!
We trundle along, enjoying the sunshine and the occasional sight of Stonechat perched atop the wire fencing.
Roz is in the vanguard whilst i’m snapping away at this and that.
If you look closely you’ll see a notched out cliff which could just as easily be a line drawing from a Private Eye cartoon.
That’s one for another…
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