Six word Saturday

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 Burning the candle at both ends?

But such a pretty one!

But such a pretty one!

My Christmas season has started already, with a dinner party and a zumba one!  Barely just got the energy to post Six word Saturday, so here are a few restful images from the Algarve.

A few quiet images are called for

Peace and quiet at the Carmo Church

Stranded on the beach

Gently stranded on the shore

Admiring the glint

Admiring that last glint

As the sun goes down

As the sun goes down

Maybe a stroll in the Praca

Maybe a stroll in the Praca

The first hints at an Algarve Christmas

The first hints of an Algarve Christmas

A beautiful house sign

A beautiful house sign

And a wise owl

And a wise old owl, for Gemma

I haven’t posted in the week because I’ve been having conversations with Margaret-Rose Stringer about the best way to load an image to WordPress.  I’m still not sure that I have it right, but you can read M-R’s thoughts here.

Now, where shall I take you walking on Monday?  That’s my next decision.  Meantime, have a great weekend and don’t forget to pop in on Cate at Show My Face.

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The Orples Visit Leed’s Waterfront

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I’m in need of a little cheer this grey, wet morning. The Orples are just the people to supply it :)

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Today, the orples find themselves ready to cruise the waterways with RestlessJo.  I do hope she didn’t think she was going to get away with visiting the waterfront with out them.  If you’ve not been there yet, then you really must check out the spectacular group of photographs Jo snapped off.

Olivia and Oscar hanging out with Jo on the waterfront.

Olivia and Oscar hanging out with Jo on the waterfront.

While Jo and the orples are out boating, come take a stroll to visit the neighbors, and if you’d like to share ‘your’ posts, pray tell. I’ll add your name to our list and give you a link back to your blog with  credit for the shot. I also appreciate re-blogs and ping-backs, since Olivia is such a little glutton for attention.  Now that she’s free from her tree, she wants the world to know it. Imagine that! ;)

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Jo’s Monday walk : Nottingham Castle

Just what you'd expect from the entrance to a castle

Just what you’d expect from the entrance to an ancient castle

We’re not going to do too much walking in Nottingham this week.  Up to the castle to check out the view, of course, but after that I might treat you to a half in ‘Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem’. It’s an interesting old place!

I know Nottingham quite well, because it’s my daughter’s home, but it’s years since I’ve been to the castle.  As in many parts of the country this year, there was a war-related exhibition- ‘Trent to Trenches’.  But first, we must climb up to the castle.  It’s not too steep and we can go slowly through the gardens, or even sit on a bench for a while.

Naturally, Robin's hanging out there!

Naturally, Robin’s hanging out there!

Once you reach Castle Rock, there’s a large viewing terrace with patio tables and chairs.  Another invitation to linger, with perhaps a pot of coffee and croissants.

The day I was there, we were constantly accosted by a swarm of ladybirds!  I have never seen the like.  Red and yellow ones, both, were on the tables and thronging the doorway to the museum.  I didn’t manage a photo because I was too busy rescuing them and guiding them on a better flight path.  I can only surmise the warm weather had brought them out to play.

The view from Castle Rock

The view from Castle Rock

The views are wide ranging

The views are expansive

Overlooking 'Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem' below.

Overlooking ‘Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem’ below.

Time for a little history.  Nottingham Castle sits on a natural promontory, known as Castle Rock, with cliffs up to 40 metres high.  Back in the Middle Ages it was a major fortress and royal residence.  As all good castles are, it was strategically located, near to a crossing of the River Trent. Close to the royal hunting grounds at Tideswell and Sherwood, it once even had its own deer park.  Whilst Richard the Lionheart was away on his Third Crusade, it is thought that the castle was left derelict ,and was occupied by the Sheriff of Nottingham.  In the legends of Robin Hood, the castle often features in showdowns between the Sheriff and this popular outlaw.

Sadly the castle went into decline, and was largely demolished in 1649.  A mansion was built on the site, but this was burnt out by rioters in 1831.  The story of this and much of the castle’s intriguing history is told in the Castle Museum, opened in 1878- the first municipal art gallery in the UK outside of London.  Just before we step inside, let’s admire the elegant pebble mosaics set into the courtyard.

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I don’t intend to linger too long in the museum.  We each have our own pace and interests.  Let me just give you a small sample of what you might find inside.

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Several galleries were given over to the exhibition, documenting life in Nottinghamshire during the wars.  Even in black and white I found many of the images harrowing, and moved swiftly downstairs to learn of the castle’s history.  I won’t spoil it for you by giving away too many details but it is an atmospheric space, and a story well told.

You must be about ready for that half I promised you?  We’ll wander down the hill, past the place that was once a thriving Lace Market.  ‘Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem‘, dating back to 1189, must be one of the most unusual pubs I’ve ever been in.  It is set into the cliff face and is famous for its caves.  The rooms are unusual shapes, some with holes in the ceiling.  There was once a brewery in the lower caverns and there’s a route from there up into Nottingham Castle.  You can actually book a tour of the cellars, which are part of Nottingham’s extensive cave network. Affectionately known as ‘The Trip’, the name derives from a ‘trip’, meaning a stop or resting place on a journey.

The former Lace Market

The former Lace Market

But look!  A friendly face.  Cheers, Lisa!

But look! A friendly face. Cheers, Lisa!

As always, I have included links for those who would like more information, or might be near enough to visit.  I hope you enjoyed meandering around Nottingham Castle with me.  Not too strenuous, was it?

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I’m ready to put the kettle on now and enjoy the great contributions I’ve received to Jo’s Monday walk this week.  If you have a walk you’d like to share, do please join in.  For details, just click on the link or on my logo.  Many thanks to all my walkers this week.

Firstly, Noe takes us back to South Sulawesi.  The scenery is quite amazing!  :

West coast of Gusung Island 2

And for something completely different, how about Glasgow Necropolis, with Violet Sky  :

City of the Dead

Amy has saved us some delicious remnants of Autumn foliage  :

Lost Maples

While Drake is busy, just being himself, in Liverpool  :

Walking Sculptures

And, all the way from Australia, we have Jude joining us again.  A bit special!  :

A walk in the Blue Mountains

That’s it till next Monday.  Have a great week and happy walking to you all!

Six word Saturday

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“Reasons to be joyful- one…two…”

The sunshine after the rain

My lovely friend Sherri gave me my six words this week.  I was still busy thinking along the ‘Joy is‘ lines when she left me this comment- ‘I now have Ian Drury’s famous words ringing through my mind ‘Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three…’ ‘  Sherri always manages to make you feel good, even when she’s not feeling great herself.  And I love the song!

The joy continued as I walked down the road.  When did I last see so much colour, still in the trees at the end of November?  It really is beautiful.  How can it fail to lift the spirits?

Look at this!

Sunshine after the rain

Breathtaking, isn't it?

Beautiful, isn’t it?

Even the ones lying in puddles are pretty!

Even the ones lying in puddles are pretty!

And then you have lovely mopheads of hydrangeas

And then you have lovely mopheads of hydrangea

During the week, I provided huge novelty value for a gentleman walking his dog in our local cemetery.  I wasn’t visiting a grave, but passing through on my way into town.  This old cemetery has a huge swathe of trees and I deemed it a fine opportunity to test out the camera function on my new smartphone.  My face must have been a picture as I repeatedly produced ‘selfies’ of me scowling into the phone, totally incapable of switching to landscape mode, or whatever it’s called!

Eventually I ‘cracked it’, but the dog was not amused.  He and his master had by then completed several circuits of the cemetery, each time the dog having a little snarl at my heels.  I must have looked like a grave robber!  I smiled apologetically at his owner, waving the ‘camera’.  He then ventured near enough to point out a nice wood sculpture, just in case I’d missed it.  When I’ve sorted out processing, I might be able to share some of the photos with you, but that’s definitely for another week!  Meantime, let’s enjoy a Festival of leaves.  It’s the last week for entries.

More joy when I bumped into a friend that I haven’t seen for the longest time.  Following radical back surgery, he was looking great!  One last little treat- I bought myself a bunch of tiny rosebuds for just £2.  They’re beaming away at me from the hearth- red, lemon and peach.  So- let’s have it!  What brings you joy?

In all of this, I have to spare a thought for our American friends, fighting freezing temperatures and snow.  In parts of Australia they have the opposite problem, sweltering heat!  All in all, it’s not looking too bad to be here in England right now.  If you can find time, don’t forget to say hello to Cate at Show My Face.  Without her, what would I do with my Six word Saturday?

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Joy is… so many things!

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High tide!

I’m torn this week!  I have several reasons to be joyful.  Is that allowed, do you think?

The first one is that I have finally caught up with returning visits to my blog, after a week’s absence.  That is pure delight, never mind joy!  If I’ve missed anybody, will you give me a gentle nudge, please?

The second?  I can, more or less, operate my new phone.  Doing a dance for joy right now!

The third is the bit I’m going to share with you today.  In a generally gloomy week, we had a little pocket of sunshine in which I popped out to do a few jobs.  They just happened to be in the direction of Hartlepool Headland, and it was high tide.  Pure, unadulterated joy!

Whoosh goes the sea, against the pier!

Whoosh goes the sea, against the pier!

And against the town wall!

And against the sea wall!

This solitary chap was being a bit daring!

This solitary chap was being a bit daring!

But he got away with it!

But he got away with it!

For me there are few things more joyful than watching the sea demonstrate its might on a sunny afternoon.  I crouched beside the sea wall, excited as a child as the pier took hit after hit.  Of course, I should have rested the camera on the wall and stayed put till I got that perfect shot.  But so delighted was I at the great claps of spray flying around me that I totally forgot to stay still. The results are as you see.  But I had such fun!

You have to love it!

You have to love it!

It would have been so easy to get wet!

It would have been so easy to get wet!

But I somehow avoided it

But I somehow avoided it

Gorgeous, isn't it?

Gorgeous, isn’t it?

I had another reason to be joyful, but I’d better save that till next week, don’t you think?  Can I overdose on joy?

If you’d like to share a little more, please visit Kan.  Her Joy is series is just that.  A joy!

 

Jo’s Monday walk : São Brás circular

Fancy living in a windmill?

Fancy living in a windmill?

Enough of nostalgia!  I think we’ll do one last Algarve walk before I get stuck into a British winter. This one’s a country walk, led for me by Georgie, a lovely lady who lives in the inland village of São Brás de Alportel.  If you’re ever in the Algarve at Easter, this village hosts a beautiful parade through lavender strewn, cobbled streets.  It’s a treat for all the senses.

It was a glorious morning when we set out, but I was informed there was a 40% chance of rain! We had driven up above the village to the site of the former pousada, with wonderful, wide-ranging views all around.

Looking out to the surrounding hills

Looking out to the surrounding hills

It was soon obvious we were heading for a windmill

It was soon obvious we were heading to a windmill

This tree seems to have a sense of humour!

This tree seems to have a sense of humour!

We had already discussed the fact that on breezy days, the wind whistles around the hilltops. Someone who had once stayed in the pousada recollected that the shutters had banged and rattled ferociously throughout the night.  No sign or sound of that today, but weather up in the hills can change frequently.

A windmill conversion should not have been surprising

A windmill conversion, ready to occupy

Starting at so high a point, it was fairly obvious that we would be going down and then, at some future point, back up again.  Georgie assured us that, taking your time, it wasn’t especially taxing.  The cobbled path gave way to a rough track, and we paused frequently to take notice of our surrounds.  Soon we came to a fonte or spring, used for laundry purposes in former times.

The trail follows a stream and reed beds before climbing up into the hills.  In Spring these would be carpeted with cistus and wild flowers.

Did I mention changeable weather?

Did I mention changeable weather?

The blue is rapidly disappearing from the sky!

The blue is rapidly disappearing from the sky!

A couple of years ago forest fires ravaged the gullies around here, and evidence of the burnt out trees was starkly visible.  Nature is quick to regenerate and we were more concerned with the clouds that seemed to have zipped in from nowhere.  A few spits and spots of rain were laughed off as we hastened towards our coffee stop.

What a treat this little place was!  Tesouros da Serra means ‘treasures of the sierra’. Nobody was arguing! The produce on display looked delicious, but we knew that in a short while we would have a lunch stop.  We settled for sharing some alfarroba biscuits, but made a mental note to come back another day.

One of the really delightful things about this cafe, in an out of the way spot at the back of São Brás, was its garden. Not widely accessible to the public, when Georgie asked if we might see the olive tree, claimed to be 2000 years old, we were assured that we could go in.

The sun was shining brightly again and we turned right along a path that led us through a forest of cork oaks.  Huge gnarled creatures, standing their ground as they had for generations. Cradled beneath them lay extraordinary fungi.

Coming out of the woods, we were back on the trail up to the pousada, which didn’t seem anything like as steep as expected.  Maybe it was the prospect of lunch!  I’ll give you a little peek in our restaurant, shall I?  ‘O Marques’ is in Gralheira, on the back road from São Brás to Loule.

I haven’t fully captured the beauty of this area.  Georgie assured me that in Spring it is quite magical, and I have no cause to disagree.  There are signboards along the way, giving details of the flora and fauna, and if you look at my links you will find more.  To find the pousada, take the N2 signed Alportel from the village and head to the top of the hill.  The cobbled path is off on your right, just after a bend in the road.  The distance covered was around 6 miles and took us 3 hours, including our half hour coffee stop.

I owe huge thanks to Georgie for guiding this walk and for being such good company.

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Time to draw breath, put that kettle on, and see where our walkers have got to this week.  As always, I’m really thrilled with all the contributions.  For details of how to join me, click on the logo above.  Many thanks to you all!

First up, Violet Sky treats us to some fascinating family history in a village in Fife  :

‘Muchty

Drake has a bit of a theme going on with his Monday walks.  Have you noticed?

Do you wanna dance?

Join Amy in a watery green world in Texas.  You may be surprised at the scenery.  I was!

Cibolo Nature Centre

Rarely, if ever, have I seen anywhere more beautiful than the beaches Noe shares in South Sulawesi  :

West Coast of Gusung Island

But just to prove that English beaches can hold their own, Suzanne’s been to St. Ives  :

St. Ives, Cornwall- beaches, boats and the Old Green Door

Such a treat I have for you next!  A magic carpet ride  :)  If you don’t know Lisa, you must!

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Stay on the carpet and we’ll fly to the Antipodes to join Meg!  :

The River Road 9- grandeur and a  river crossing

And Pauline is ‘stamping about’, just down the road!  :

Rediscovering my stamping ground

Tobias is here with some lovely Hamburg curves and woods.  Say hello, won’t you?  :

Downtown strolls

Home Range

And in a last mad scramble, Shan has made it!

New York State Museum

Fantastic times, all round!  I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I enjoy the sharing.  Happy walking!

Six word Saturday

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Could a week be more different?

Halloween, Algarve style

Halloween, Algarve style

You might wonder what a random bunch of Algarve kids are doing in my Six word Saturday. Lovely Colline in Toronto was kind enough to link a Halloween walk to my Monday walks feature. When I said I’d seen some small ‘trick or treaters’ whilst out walking in the Algarve, Colline, who is a teacher, said that she’d love to see them.  I thought that you might too.

The skyline that I love

The skyline that I love

Truthfully, it’s not been much of a week.  I’ve sniffled and snuffled my way through it, looking out of the window hopefully for blue skies, of which there have been few.  To be fair, we are clinging on to random bursts of Autumn colour, which I witnessed yesterday at t’ai chi, after a day of miserable rain.  The sun burst forth at teatime, just in time to set, and this morning a soupy grey fog is pushing up against the windowsill.  Soon I shall determinedly make my way out into it.  I’m tired of being cooped up.

I'm missing my empty beaches

I’m missing my empty beaches

 

But it’s not all doom and gloom.  I finally managed to activate my new smartphone last night and am looking forward to playing with Instagram (don’t hold your breath!).  Maybe my old friend will be waiting for me on that shoreline, refreshed from it’s swim.  Time will tell!

I'll look forward to next year's 'trick or treaters'

Meanwhile I’ll look forward to next year’s ‘trick or treaters’

Happy weekend to you all!  Don’t forget to visit Cate at Show My Face to share your Six word Saturday. I’ll be cosied up watching ‘Strictly’.  See you on Monday, for my walk!

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A palace in warm sunshine

Restored to glory- the fountains at Estoi Palace

Restored to glory- the fountains at Estoi Palace

One of my treats to myself on my visit to the Algarve was the Garden Fair, being held at Estoi Palace for the first time this November.  When I came here 10 years ago, the palace was a down-at-heel ruin, but with enchanting grounds that cast their own spell.  The past was cupped in the chipped and empty fountains, and breathed through the azulejos adorning the walls.

I was half delighted, but half concerned to hear of a proposed restoration that would turn the palace into a pousada, one of Portugal’s elite hotels.  The transformation took many long years but, when the hotel finally opened its doors, I was hugely impressed.  The grand salon was grace and elegance, with incredible ceilings, and the gardens had been given a modern twist, yet retained the features that had made them so beautiful.  The new ‘add on’ for the hotel guest rooms was not so pleasing, but I was simply grateful that this lovely ruin had been given a life.

At this stage there was still much to do, and the ongoing work on the fountains and flights of stairs had placed them ‘out of bounds’.  I remembered wistfully when I had been able to wander at will, conjuring with dreams.  So it was, with a flutter of excitement, that I returned to Estoi for the Garden Fair.

The side gate to the palace

The side gate to the palace- the lion is genially on guard

I didn’t expect that tiny Estoi would be playing host to so many people that day, but as the sun beamed with unseasonable heat, it became clear that this was to be a popular event.  I was glad that I had arrived promptly for the 11am opening.  As one of the wardens pointed out to me, this is the Algarve’s only historic garden.

What else to enjoy the sunshine but cacti?

What better to enjoy the sunshine than cacti?

 

 

I have to admit that I didn’t linger as long as I might, delightful though it all was.  I could not wait to move on from the plant stalls and into the gardens.  The former coach house had been transformed into a magnificent exhibition space, with gleaming floors and chandelier embellishments.  Air plants nestled amongst the crafts, with potions made from herbs, and exquisite mosaics.  I eased myself past temptation and out into the garden.

Dappled shade led to the grand staircase

Dappled shade led to the grand staircase

The azulejos were as beautiful as I remembered

The azulejos as beautiful as I remembered

The details quite beguiling

The details quite beguiling

Looking back at my photos I don’t think I did the palace gardens justice, but you will have a general impression which I hope might tempt you to go there some day.  The palace itself is beautiful.  Perhaps I might take afternoon tea there one day and show you inside.

The palace and parterres

The palace and parterres

It may not reflect quite the type of warmth that Paula was thinking of, but I think this post might sit nicely on her Thursday’s Special.  Come with me and admire.

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Jo’s Monday walk : Algar Seco

Algar Seco

Algar Seco

Going back to places isn’t always such a good idea, but in this instance it definitely paid off.  It must be 10 years since I first set foot in Carvoeira. The location, possessively hugging a small cove, fishing boats pulled up on shore for safety, was always idyllic.  Unfortunately too many people had discovered its charms.  Parking was something of a nightmare, and the overall impression was definitely ‘tacky’.

I’m not one to give up on a place so easily, and I felt I owed it a second chance.  As it happened, it provided the perfect location for my November birthday.  Crowds weren’t an issue and some of the parking problems appeared to have been solved.  The ‘tacky’ aspect is still there, but  the spectacular scenery of the surrounding coast is justifiably a magnet.  ‘High end’ villas and smart restaurants have moved in.  Best of all, a beautiful new boardwalk has been installed along the cliff top east of town, making a walk to Algar Seco pure exhilaration.

The boardwalk, heading towards Carvoeira

The boardwalk, heading towards Carvoeira

Magnificent, isn’t it?  I was totally unprepared for the sight, but so often it seems to me that the Algarve ‘gets it right’.  The cliff tops are subject to erosion and the boardwalk helps to protect them from the curious, while enabling safe and easy access to their dramatic beauty.

You can see the frailty of the rocks

You can see the frailty of the rocks

Algar Seco is the name given to a rock formation carved into the cliffs by erosion and the action of the waves.  Steps lead down into a natural amphitheatre, where the fit and sure-footed can view at close quarters how the sea seductively sculpts the shore.

I am not known for my affinity with goats, and wearing smart sandals was perhaps a mistake.  A squidgy yellow puddle wasn’t exactly what they were designed for, but they survived.  Wet wipes are a wonderful invention, aren’t they?

The scenery was worth it!

I thought the scenery was worth it!

Especially from inside the caves

Especially from inside the caves

Amazing to be so close to nature

Amazing to be so close to nature

Even if a little scary

Safer on the boardwalk!

But much safer up on the boardwalk!

Now let’s follow the boardwalk towards Carvoeira.  It isn’t very far and the views will keep you enthralled.  There are benches set in at intervals if you want to simply sit and feast your eyes. Looking back you have the beach of Marinha, with Benagil’s tiny cove beyond.  Ahead , an extravaganza of coast!  Soon you arrive at Capela da Nossa Senhora da Encarnacao’s so pretty chapel.

The church square

The church square

With a pretty roof

With a pretty roof

Affording calm views to sea

Affording calm views to sea

Beyond this, the road starts to dip into the cove which is Praia da Carvoeira.  The sea wall is planted with hardy flowers but the chances are you won’t be able to take your eyes off the bay.

Determined to bloom in the salt air

Determined to bloom in the salt air!

Just a hint at the beach below you

Just a hint at the beach below you

Invariably there will be a couple of boats, drawn up well away from the clutches of the sea.  And a burst of colour in the houses at shoreline.

Happy to be stranded!

Happy to be stranded!

How about this for 'beachfront'?

How about this for ‘beachfront’?

But you know that what will always lure me on is the thrash of the waves on the shore.  I cannot wait to get close!  Just a quick paddle!

Too close, sometimes!

Too close, sometimes!

But water like this is hard to resist!

But water like this is hard to resist!

After a play on the beach (yes, the wet bum incident, but the camera was safe!) and a few more shell shots, I opted to climb Rua da Paraiso.  I just had to see what ‘Paradise Beach’ offered.  The views down into the bay are equally lovely and you can complete a circuit which brings you back into the centre.  There are only two main streets, side by side, leading to the beach (and away, if you’re a driver).  Algar Seco is clearly signed, along the coast road and within the town, if you have left your car at the eastern end, as we did.

Thank you all for your patience.  I’ve struggled mightily this weekend but, in the week ahead, hope to get ‘back on track’.  As always I have some wonderful shares for you, so let’s get that kettle on and go armchair walking!

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First we’re off to Otatara Beach in New Zealand, with Jill  :

All Soul’s Day wander at Otatara PA

Then flying straight on to the States and the Hudson River :

Fort Lee Historic Park

A truly delightful Halloween walk next, with Colline.  I found some little ‘trick or treaters’ in the Algarve too.  Must show you sometime!

A Halloween Walk

Lamb burger anybody?  Then you can walk it off, with Yvette  :

Burger, Bach and a walk

Lovely Noe showed me another little piece of village life in South Sulawesi.  Don’t miss it!

The old village of Bitombang

Tobias is here from Hamburg!  A place I know little of, and am enjoying through his eyes  :

The steep approach to Baumwall

Of course, there’d be no Monday walk without Drake!  He always manages to stir nostalgia in me  :

Whistle down the Wind

And when there’s a walk from Tish Farrell, you know you’re in for a treat  :

Rambling Tales, My Little Pony, windmills, Olympian dreams

If Pauline ever invites you for a walk in her garden, say ‘yes’ immediately.  It’s fabulous!  :

Come walk with me in the garden

Nurturing and looking after swans sounds like a grand job, doesn’t it?  Sherri is at a swannery this week  :

A walk with swans

No Jude, you might have noticed?  She has her hands full of grandson in Australia.  Happy days!  I owe so many thanks to my contributors.  You have made my Mondays very special.  I hope I haven’t missed anybody this week?  Happy walking!

Six word Saturday

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Overwhelmed with wishes!  Thank you all!

I seem to've got myself in a hole at the moment!

I seem to’ve got myself in a bit of a hole!

You’ll be able to find out where on next Monday’s walk, but meanwhile I have some serious catching up to do!  I just wanted to say a big thank you to everyone who has left comments on the blog in the past week.  I’ll be visiting you as soon as I possibly can.

I had a wonderful birthday, and the smile on my face wasn’t even seriously dented when my mobile phone made a bid for freedom from the bottom of my bag and swam off beneath the ferry!  It did, of course, provide much amusement for the other passengers.  I hope you’ll excuse me if I simply post a quick gallery of highlights.

Rounded off nicely with a stroll by the river

Rounded off nicely with a stroll by the river

Such delightful memories!  Here’s wishing you all a wonderful weekend.  I’m off to visit Cate at Show My Face and check out Six Word Saturday. See you soon!

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