Magnon's Meanderings

A diverse offering twixt the interesting, the unusual, and the amusing.

Sunday, 31 May 2015

Not Forgotten.

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Your resting place may not have been weeded as often as it once was, and your hastily written name plaque is fading slightly, but dea...
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Saturday, 30 May 2015

Périgord Oysters?

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You never know what'll turn-up in the fields around here, yesterday I found this small 5 by 4 cm oyster on my early morning walk....
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Friday, 29 May 2015

Séchoir; now and then.

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      As we acquired it, in its raw state; and what a state! Earth floor, asbestos roof, cobwebs, and plenty of wood munching insects...
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Thursday, 28 May 2015

Itching for Scratchings?

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Anyone reluctant to leave British shores on account of their fear of being deprived of their favourite bar snack can now think again. ...
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Wednesday, 27 May 2015

Favourite smells.

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                                Anosmia must be one of the most frustrating of afflictions. Luckily I am blessed with a finely honed sens...
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Tuesday, 26 May 2015

A nice day, Bok, and Zara.

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When the hay has been cut and taken away, it's almost as if we have an infinity lawn. And here is one of Bok's very f...
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Monday, 25 May 2015

Another village, another church.

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It's Boot Sale season, so yesterday we went to one in a village not far from our baker; killing two birds with one stone. The...
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 50 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live between an ancient cottage in a tiny village in perfectly tranquil French countryside, and a bijou townhouse in Brighton UK. In France we have plenty of fruit trees, all situated amongst a view that takes the breath away, in the UK we have a handkerchief sized patio. We also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching). Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!
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