Friday, April 13, 2012





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17 comments:

Granny Annie said...

Caption for the first picture should be "Anything to avoid asking directions."
Love all the pictures.

john.g. said...

Great pics! How do you get the borders around them?

angryparsnip said...

I must move to the UK... love the little lambs running after their Mums....

cheers, parsnip

Pearl said...

Pastoral. :-) I can feel the sun on my face.

Pearl

Pat said...

Granny Annie: doesn't that apply to all men?

John: on Picasa you have about 8 options to edit photos and one of them is simply 'border'.
You'd have to download Picasa but that is when some of my problems started.

Parsnip: their little tails were spinning like Catherine wheels.
Bring the boys too:)

Pearl: it was a bit nippy!

nursemyra said...

I love that third photo

R. Sherman said...

Glad you got the other photos up.

Cheers.

Pat said...

nursemyra: that is the puzzle. If you click on it what is that edifice all about?

Randall: persistence is my middle name - not patience I'm afraid.

Jack said...

Lovely pictures, Pat.

David Edward said...

truly beautiful country

Judy (kenju) said...

Charming photos, as usual. I love the sheep and the green, green grass!

Pat said...

Jack: praise indeeed. I'll pop over today - silently alas.

David: well you certainly know beautiful country.

Judy: do you really have blue grass in parts of the US?

W Files said...

A murderer and his signature, och, what is the world coming to young lady?

Some would have us believe that we live in a world dominated only by echoes of evil. That all around us are demons in human form swirling on rafts of hatred and lava, volcanic and intensely fragmented with the very divils breath.

What a rare possession it is to have the touch of such a precious heart as yours truly is. A petal lifts its glorious head skyward to catch the sun in order to survive. Me.. I simply check in fae time to time to sample the inner beauty of you my dear.

Just like a spring lamb (only a lot bigger and much uglier) I am a free spirit, happy and with a conscience as clear as a Scottish hillside spring. Best described, my once scribed memories are merely a gnawing sore on a very stable reality. A dampened mist, a suppository fit only for the darkest of holes of which so many doubters often sit.

Honed chivs from numerous 80's nightclub doors and even the deathly leucotomes of those who savaged the innocent of Carstairs cannot compete with the tongues of women wronged. A lesson learned, a lesson now a memory upon a faded shitehouse wall.

Tonight I do not dine alone, just me and the laughter of those who sit by my side. Family first, family second, family third. Enough said hen, eh?

Nice photies by the way.

Pat said...

W Files: you've been missed - but never far away I believed.
Enjoy your family and don't be a stranger:)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

such beautiful pastoral scenes to ease the senses - and like those images below, these do so remind me of "home" somehow - home there across the way - oh, i've meant to mention that i believe you are right in the pronunciation of Brewood

- it seems too that my ancestral scottish home has recently been all the more now beckoning my heart to come home to the highlands
- odd how our ancient memories of another time another place can surface with just the smallest slightest thing - a field blanketed in green or a winding path or even a word unspoken but heard nevertheless...

it was such a gorgeous day here - i opened all the windows and through the wooded lot i could see a beautiful dogwood tree just beginning to bloom among the other young saplings - it all reminded me of your magnificent grounds -

Mage said...

Just wonderful. So glad the visit was a success.

Pat said...

Jenean: as long as you are in a lovely place now you can visit your homeland later when - in theory - one has timne on one's hands.

Mage: wonderful - but gone in a flash. Still it gives us a breathing space and time to gird our loins before our week away in May.