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Sunday, 2 September 2012

Evidence that Fran hasn't yet grasped the reason for going on holidays in beautiful places

I was given a camera for my 50th birthday, and now I've asked a passing three year old to show me how to use it and upload pictures, I can bore you witless with photos from my summer holidays.  If you're looking for pleasant, well-composed, thoughtful pictures of grazing sheep, stunning mountain views or nostalgic steam trains, I can only recommend that you visit other types of blogs.  Apologies if you came here from a nice blog about patchwork or making chocolate chip cookies, but the tone is a bit different here.



Not a Grazing Sheep Picture 1


This is Elijah.  He came with us to our first week's holiday in Derbyshire along with his mum and dad.  Here, he is looking straight at me and thinking, 'Grandma, if you take me to another crappy old cotton mill and expect me to be interested and coo and smile in my buggy while you wheel me in and out of preserved factory workshops, I'm going to wee straight in your eye next time you change my nappy.  I don't care HOW important Richard Boring-Old-Fart Arkwright was in the 18th century.  His mills are the most TEDIOUS thing I've seen in my whole 8 weeks of life. In fact, I already hate the guy and have decided not to do History A-level at school.'





Not a Grazing Sheep Picture 2




We moved on to Dorset after Derbyshire and the picture is taken from inside a bus.  This is what the people who run some of Dorset's buses call 'Providing a Really Rich Sightseeing Experience for Tourists'.  They advertise the local radio station on the side of the bus, and the writing covers all the windows so you can't see out of them.  I think those people should run training courses for thugs, muggers and Other People Who Like to Spoil Things for Others.  In this picture, here was no view to see anyway, the bus being stationary in the bus station at the time, but in the snap, for your enjoyment, are some half-cars.



Not a Grazing Sheep Pictures 3 and 4




Here's a helpful path sign.  The picture below shows you in which direction it was pointing.....









We got very wet on that walk.  And what a struggle it was, in our boots and anoraks and rucksacks.  The packed lunch wasn't quite what it had been, that's for sure.



Not a Grazing Sheep Picture 5





This is a garage, with hair, which I spotted in a village in Dorset.

Is there anyone else who thinks building a double garage in the 21st century, then giving it thatching from the Tudor era, a little bit pretentious?

That's like keeping things like this ..........




... in one of these .....





For those who don't know, that is a Louis Vuitton handbag and costs hundreds of pounds.  Despite their size, the only things women carry in these are brochures for the Paris fashion shows, a selection of business cards for plastic surgeons, and some special gilt-edged tampons which can only be obtained by people In The Know.

I, on the other hand, am as common as muck, and my opinion on the handbag is that garden tools are too good for it.  It's plain, it's all brown, and it's enormous.  So are poos from Great Danes.  I rest my case.








19 comments:

  1. It ain't a holiday without pictures of sheep.

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    1. preferably taken at a skewed angle because the grazing sheep turned out to be a whacking great ram that is in fact chasing you as the shutter goes off.

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    2. Charlotte, it sounds as if you are speaking from horrific personal experience ....

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  2. I should have started the day with this post. Snaps, Pack all and Props.

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    1. Make way, Tim Vine, make way.

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  3. I think the pictures...um...show promise...? Hope you didn't follow the path. And I quite agree about that HIDEOUS handbag.

    PS The tea towel is bought, and I just have to post if off. Not the best, as they were terribly expensive, but patriotic and handy. I hope...

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    1. Ooh .. a parcel! I love parcels!

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  4. I recommend an all-inclusive resort in a nice warm spot for your next holiday. And thanks for the heads up on Louis what's his name. I wasn't going to buy one of those silly bags, and now I still definitely won't. I bought a perfectly serviceable black handbag several years ago for about $40. It's still going strong and bears no resemblance to poo.

    Love,
    Janie

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    1. We have similar views on handbags, then. I really don't get the reason for having really expensive ones. Anyway, I'm so short that big handbags drag along the ground, and that's not a good look, Louis Wotsit or not Louis Wotsit.

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  5. I don't take pictures of sheep. I Don't like the way they stare at me.

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    1. When they stare at you, are you shouting, 'I WOULD RATHER HAVE YOU ROASTED!' This could be the key.

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  6. Sheep all look the same anyway.

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  7. A few holidays ago we had a cottage right opposite a sheep field. I got rather fond of them. I'd rather have a sheep than a very expensive handbag, though bags are slightly better for keeping one's keys in.

    Elijah is very cute, despite his aghast expression. Had you just told him that some people write "it's" when they mean "its"?

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    1. That made me laugh. Twice!

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  8. Poor old Elijah had just realised that instead of a week in Magaluf with his mates , you'd meant a week in Matlock Moor with Grandma and her camera.

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    1. Brilliant! That made me laugh as well!

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  9. I sell A LOT of large handbags at the charity shop -but for me a small compact one ids perfect since I stopped lugging everything around for all the family... "mum can you put my purse in your bag" "Could I put my sunglasses in your bag ?" etc etc etc Now I say,
    "No room - carry your own crap"
    Interesting holiday snaps !

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    1. Or you could say, 'Oh, let me just move this mouldy cheese sandwich that's in here to another pocket, and then I'll carry your sunglasses ...'

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