Bradshaw Lane was grim in places.
After some snow shifting with neighbour Chris
(I couldn't find the shovel)
we had a short walk up to The Raggalds Inn (closed), along Roper Lane , past Shugden Barn and down the fields to Bradshaw Lane.
Birds:-
In the garden: Robin, Dunnock, 6 Starlings, 4 Blackbirds.
Just Carrion Crow, Magpie and Woodpigeon seen on our snowy Raggalds walk.
That snow poem!
Very soon there will be a very sunny spring,
and all this snow,and easterly blow,
will be a very ancient memory thing.
it will be no longer like living in north Glencoe.
Yours, very truly ....Greta Garbo.
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My other poem is even better:-
The boy stood on the burning deck
His feet touched the water.
Longfellow.
Sue - where have you hidden my little yellow pills?
The Bonnet
Roper Lane
A tough old bird
Roper Lane
Roper Lane
Bradshaw from Shugden Barn
Another tough ....
A Clingon
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