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Under the stars

Photo prompt curtsy of Jeff Arnold

After a day spent in the garden, which now begins to look tidy. I spent the evening writing letters and phoning isolated friends. Here in Yorkshire I can now breath deeply as the air is much cleaner. Empty roads allow solitude, whilst the shadows are deeper. So I listen to the bleating of the lambs, and the rustling of a hedgehog, as the smell of spring drifts on the air. No planes are scurrying overhead, I see the night sky as it should be. The hue of the night is magical, Jupiter so bright. John Ruskin (1819-1900) would approve.

A fine day at Mevagissey
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  1. Lots of people are talking about how lovely and quiet it is without all the normal traffic, hustle and bustle, pollution, etc. And I’m enjoying it, too. Just wondering when the economic hammer is going to bust up our nice quiet life.

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