Two and a half days
Pushin’ bare earth ‘n’
Cold blood ‘n’
Iron bones around.
Send me the word,
Oh send me the word:
The one that means
Slaves can have honour,
The one that’s carried
By the northern star
And passed on by
A man named for colour,
A man named for royalty.
Every man headed for freedom
When the word gets here.
Adventures in the life of an English allotment
Original Nature + Culture Photojournalism
Garden Blog of the Year 2016
Welcome to my world: digging, harvesting and other stuff
for your family
The evolution of an old farmhouse, an American woman, an Englishman and their dogs.
If you could go anywhere you wanted, where would you be headed right now?
surfing my tsunami
blowing through the cobwebs of my mind
Just another WordPress.com weblog
Writing the Wrong, Right, and Ridiculous
Life after the Care Farm
The most Dangerous plant to sleep under is the water lilly
Local History for Great Wyrley and Surrounding Areas
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
introspection & reflection, poetry & prose
Posts about old Hollywood, current concerns
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