Monthly Archives: August 2025

Monday 4/8. Storm Floris

A wet and windy start to Monday a dankness in the air the countryside is wringing wet puddles everywhere   drizzling droplets raininess the ducks I am sure impressed as light is coming into play its an enormous test   … Continue reading

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The Faroes salmon

They talk up the word Ethics on farms Hundreds of salmon Let’s sing them psalms For the dead and the dying The crippled the rank Half eaten lice ridden Drawing a blank Don’t buy their salmon Give it a miss … Continue reading

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Tiny babies and live exports

BRITTANY  ferries exporting . Babies imagine the adversity dairies flog off infants Live shipments the violent infamy.   adverse terrible  circumstances pining for their mothers who struggle in their misery calamitous it’s true   hapless wretched suffering stricken and accursed … Continue reading

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The clarity of August

So well defined the clarity of mountains on the clearest day August and Dolgellau sun kissed rocks and shadows escarpments ridges who can say a blue sky So observable unmistakably   a wondrous field of vision highlighted glaringly   manifesting … Continue reading

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Two apples

It’s a bright and clear evening the bushes are sparkling sunlit and wonderful   i thought that I would go up to the terrace and pick me an apple one with a rosy bloom   juicy and sweet the suns … Continue reading

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Cader Idris. And the sky above

The lightest of blues a halo of glory caressing our mountain a wonderful story   long before seven what we could see was this beautiful shade clearly a key to a day of true colour in these regions our Eyes … Continue reading

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Rhinocerus

Their prehistoric calibre Proves to god most high That trophy hunting prowess On it we shan’t deny The few are losing kudos The many understand Murdering the gifted Will never be see as grand

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