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Author: eklastic
Zu alt, um nur zu spielen. Zu jung, um ohne Wunsch zu sein.
Summer in the City
The children of Bourg-en-Bresse enjoy the water feature in the middle of the town. And when it’s really hot … Water, Water Everywhere
Mediterranean Morning
For once, I caught a sunrise! We were at the most westerly part of the Mediterranean of France and hence there were no romantic sunsets over the sea but sunrises instead. One morning I actually got up to catch one. The light was amazing and … Continue reading Mediterranean Morning
Happy Birthday, Dear Henry
It’s Henry’s birthday today. He is not great with cat toys and other items designed for cats. The only toy he is really interested in is a dangler toy with a human attached. Anything else, like a fish moving when touched, laser pointers, intelligent feeders … Continue reading Happy Birthday, Dear Henry
Native
I climbed up this tower, surveyed the surroundings, and contemplated my relation to this land. For FOWC with Fandango: Survey and Ragtag Daily Prompt: Contemplation
Euro – € – Euro
The building of the European Central Bank in Frankfurt am Main, Germany.
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Phlox Landing
Once upon a time we lived in South Africa in a quiet cul-de-sac. It was a new development so there weren’t any high walls just see through fences. No shrubs and large trees as yet, everything was open and we often met and socialised with the neighbours. In the gardens there were many colourful annuals and bi-annuals on display, with a preponderance of phlox. Hence our pet name for our street. If you get the reference I’ve just aged myself.
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Cul-de-Sac
My Solitary Walk Attracted Hairy Company
This incident deserves a few words more than six, sorry about that. It happened in the south of France a couple of weeks ago. While my lazy family were rolling over in their hotels beds I went on a hike to an old watch tower up on a hill. I followed the road, verified on google maps and komoot. Half way up the hill the road was blocked for cars due to the fire hazard because of the hot, dry weather. Fair enough but this added about an hour to my originally planned hike and I started to accept the idea that I might not go all the way. I parked the car and started.
I soon came across signs that said “private road” and “no access” but I trusted the maps and went on. There was a house nestled amongst the trees. And then a pack of dogs came running towards me. Admittedly, two of them were old, slow and overweight but the three others came pounding at me at high speed, barking loudly. One nipped my hip and I needed no more convincing.
I turned around. It took me half an hour to reach my car, closely guarded by the black dog who had made contact. He wasn’t threatening, not really, but he was there and accompanied me to the parking area.
I never reached the Tour de la Massane.
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