Spewing forth comments, observations and other dribble. Tuesday, October 8, 2013. The Sun So Bright It Leaves No Shadow. I made a journey yesterday that has been in the back of my mind for over 30 years. Since childhood, I have had a recurring dream about a wide open desert valley, with a variety of mountains and canyons surrounding. I credit this returning vision with giving me my passion for the American west and the deserts found there. In my youth, it.

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Well the big storm hit us fare and square, our greengage tree is no more, and the stable roof took a hammering, but on the upside I have managed a trip to the stour for the first time in a month, only for a couple of hours, but it was a real breath of fresh air in more ways than one, it was blowing a hoolie. Sunday, 27 October 2013. A swollen Dorset Stour cheese paste time. I still think the mighty Stour is a shadow of its former self, with a distinct lack of fi.

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