Said the port. Said the little blue oenophile.


In the village with little traffic the children really can use the road to race.

In France the pace is slower but the baguettes need to be carried home.

And how could I not end this post with a photo from eight years ago. Springbok fans in Newcastle when the Rugby World Cup was hosted by England, Scotland, and Wales. Today, Springbok and other rugby fans can be seen in the streets of France, I’m sure.
Not many ghost towns in densely populated central Europe but lots of old ruined castles for ghosts to haunt. This particular one is Burg Königstein to the west of Frankfurt am Main.



Monochrome Madness: Walking through a Ghost Town
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Is it the solution when you don’t want to be yourself?
Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge: Identity
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so the mushrooms are overdue.

I’ve been happy with our Indian summer on a personal level; naked arms and legs and no thick jackets yet. But I am also more than concerned about these temperatures in a wider context. For us in the temperate zones it means a change of the plants and animals that live here but it is manageable. For people living in hotter climes and close to water this moves more and more to life threatening conditions. Which in turn will impact us greatly.
Cee is asking for the colour plum this month. Why not look at the name giver, the fruit?

And the bloom has the right colour as well:

Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge: October Plum (purple) Colour
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A barren twig in winter, the leaves burst out in spring.

Some trees are not content with leaves on twigs, they want new twigs right on the trunk.

A green spring curtain in the middle of the forest.

Fruit trees want more than just green in spring.

These cherry trees were pruned, the fallen twigs looking like lace on the gras.