From the day in the Cotswolds: houses by the water in a village called Lower Slaughter, a name straight out of Agatha Christie.
I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
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- Cotswold dry stone walls
- Repurposing
- An animal distraction
- Arches
- More Minster Lovell Hall
- Minster Lovell Hall
- Saturday reflections
- Here's a flower
- I wish I could have bottled the smell here
- Evening in the Fellows Garden
- From one college to another
- Gardens at Merton
- Back to gardens
- My rooms
- Mysteries of Mob Quad
- Magpie Lane
- Sunday bird blogging
- Saturday reflections
- Finishing off in color
- Write your own adventure
- The residents
- The Terrace Catacombs
- Two angels
- The Rossettis
- Circle of Lebanon
- The Egyptian Avenue
- Compare and contrast
- The pelican memorial
- Highgate Cemetery
- Definitely not stodgy
- The books
- Miniature books
- The garden at the V&A
- Speaking of bricks
- Westminster Cathedral
- Saturday reflections
- The perfect setting for a ghost story
- St Alban's Quad
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- Random things I saw at Merton
- Horse yoga
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