At Blimpy’s behest, and a mere 2 hours since I first alighted upon this particular study-distraction, here’s a snap I took last weekend, a short(ish) walk from the scaryhouse. That’s scarytown in the centre.
Insomnia-induced playlist, courtesy of Brixton’s finest.
[Fer Krissakes don't call him Dame - we'll have to pay a fortune in liable - Ed.)]
Overspill housekeeping: I demand a wee picture with every post, please. k, thanx,
Blimpy, have just spent an hour plus trying to oblige, but only get a miniature image which tells the world the url and massive files size.Advice please – and instructions which won’t further eat into my assignment-drafting afternoon…ThanksSM
When you write a post, on the line where you see Font, etc. Click on the picture between the spell checker and what looks like a piece of film. My advice is to upload a picture that’s on your computer rather than a URL, so first download it then upload it.
Thank you, EJD, for escorting me so capably even further into the 21st Century.
Is that Sussex? It’s lovely, you won’t get very deranged there, unless of course it rains.
A little more northerly, gf. Fans of Pawlikowski’s film ‘My Summer of Love’ may recognise the landscape. As may DsD and herrimmel…
and the picture was taken during a brief respite from The Rains that are responsible for the greenness of those hills…so lots of scope for derangement.
Heptonstall?
close, but no cigar…snapped at Stoodley Pike.
Bloody hell, West Yorkshire,? I spent the first 10 years of my life on the moors and I didn’t recognise it, been away too long.