Last of Autumn

The old bridge from the L------ estate burns a bright autumnal fire (built c. 2002). I remember playing on it in the summer of 2002. That was the summer I learned to love the hemlock groves. Farewell, my "barefoot boy" days.

 

Full Autum on at Northwood

Summer doings

A Tesla on the road.

Effingham cross

Marrissa Presbyterian Church

205 North Borders

Dow gardens

My garden

And old car

Ode to a Nameless Piper

A MacDonald of Glencoe (McIan), from The Clans of the Scottish Highlands (1845); wikipedia.
 

A piper ne’er tires of his host
Who ofttimes serves him beer and roast,
For hearty tunes he’s played a’fore,
To greet the guests before the door.

For coins of gold and silver none —
His wealth’s not in purse or silken spun.
He rather lives for voices at the gate,
And smiles in hall and at table late.

But for a bed and dear friends amassed,
He’d live and love and die at last.
So, loosing oft’ his pipe from tether,
He stoops and doffs his cap and feather.

(Not as good at Scott - but the sentiment of The Lay of the Last Minstrel is there.)

Good Eats

Tea and Scones

Mincemeat pie and chips

Full English "fry up" breakfast

Shepherd's pie

meat pie

breakfast mushroom and egg wrap

Another "fry up."

Tea and scones

fish and chips

Fry up

pie and tea

Couscous and chicken
 

Sunderland and Newcastle