but this is my latest pressie...
a staddlestone, seen here in my minute garden by the sea.
Picture taken after he had gone home.
My latest squeeze...
no names, no pack drill!?!
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A year has gone by...
and the sourdough saga continues, nothing much changes, apart maybe my level of frustration at my tarnished bread making skills of a ferment...
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Doris... This is her offspring... Back in the days of us living in Ludlow my son and family came to stay. They loved my bread so much I o... -
and the sourdough saga continues, nothing much changes, apart maybe my level of frustration at my tarnished bread making skills of a ferment...
If there is such a thing as staddlestone envy, I have it!
ReplyDeleteI have seen them and never known a.) what they were called and b.) what their use was. It certainly is a beauty: almost settled me in Hythe, just like a baby with a dummy?
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Mmmmm, me too - there's a spot in my garden where that would look grand! As for the disappearance of your latest squeeze . . has he gone for good, leaving you to enjoy that gorgeous sea view seating area? A glass of wine, a good book and that view - what more could a girl want or need?
ReplyDeleteMs Rambler, ‘fraid to say I have so many ‘squeezes’. My squeeze of the moment is the builder; come a week on Tuesday it could well be some other unsuspecting man. Meanwhile himself is content knowing he is married to a harmless hussy!
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I've never particularly wanted one of those staddlestones (are they for supporting buildings, so that grain might be stored out of reach of vermin?) but I can understand the appeal of them. Better, though, is the lovely view out to sea. It reminds me of the seafront at Aldeburgh (which I live.)
ReplyDeleteMargaret P
Right in one, although you would think an intelligent rat would easily circumnavigate these.
DeleteI love Aldeburgh too. Turner skies...
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