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It is SO hot here tonight; a heavy, damp, cut-it-with-a-knife heat and a heavy haze over everything. I really hope we get a proper storm to clear the air and damp the peat a little. Everyone lives in dread of the moorland fires we had last spring. And our waterfall is dead! )o:
OTOH - what a year for fruit! The bushes are just bowing under the weight of it - rapberries and bilberries (blueberries) on the hills; plums and cherries in the valley. I've hardly bought any fruit since I got back from London - why pay £££ to Tesco when you can go and get it all for free?
And, on the off-chance anyone was wondering, the subject line is from chapter 5 of the book I had for O level French in which Monsieur Renauld and his son Jaques spend a day on the beach. Like they needed the rest. As I recall, la familie Renauld never ever lifted a finger in any way. They were the idlest bunch of connardes that ever walked the streets of Paris.
OTOH - what a year for fruit! The bushes are just bowing under the weight of it - rapberries and bilberries (blueberries) on the hills; plums and cherries in the valley. I've hardly bought any fruit since I got back from London - why pay £££ to Tesco when you can go and get it all for free?
And, on the off-chance anyone was wondering, the subject line is from chapter 5 of the book I had for O level French in which Monsieur Renauld and his son Jaques spend a day on the beach. Like they needed the rest. As I recall, la familie Renauld never ever lifted a finger in any way. They were the idlest bunch of connardes that ever walked the streets of Paris.
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