Remnants of 2011
The postman just came to deliver my workload.
In an attempt to avoid starting that interest fest for another 10 minutes I cleared out all of the old photos on my phone. They are crap but this is where I am going to keep them. I don’t make you follow this blog. If it bores you, stop reading it. It’s like the bin for my brain anyway.
In short, skip this post.
First thing is first, I found out Nich carries an old finger nail around in his top pocket. That was fairly disconcerting to discover after 2 years of thinking he was one of the most level headed people I’ve met here.
Once I went for a really long walk to try and get away from civilisation (which still happened to be a field so it doesn’t count).
Exmoor is a good place for getting away. It has developed massively over the last several decades. My dad remembers our house before there was electricity. Now we have a media hub in the attic that connects everything to everything wirelessly. Tesla would smile. The good thing to come from this is that a lot of older people who have grown up here, really do seem to have a strong understanding of where they come from in an almost chemical sense. To see the landscape change from woodland to office block instead of tower block to tower block.
Anyway I was miles away from anywhere ) when I found this on the floor. Needless to say I kicked it all the way home and put it in the bin. It seemed so out of place I took a photo.
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This is my Grandparents Telephone.
In this picture Ellie is running ON water to fetch a ball thrown by Hitler.
Westward Ho! is a magical place.
These are some mushrooms growing out of horse poo. Ellie ate some and went to the vets to cure her foaming mouth.
