Saturday, September 8, 2018

Being the Seventh Day of September, 2018 ...

Sarah tells me that we are now in autumn ...


Whatever happened to the equinox, Sarah?


Indeed, we had to briefly fire up the central heating.


We celebrated a harvest ...


... monarch of them all.

Paul sang, played and whistled.
If I were a ...


Would you have my baby?

We all love Paul very dearly, but he received no offers regarding procreation.

Elayne and Roger collaborated dangerously.
It involved a heavenly dream ...


I've heard it said that love ...

Bryan declared his delight in nature ...


I love the reeds by the river.

"It's the only way ..." advised Ken ...




Elayne issued an invitation to be swayed ...



but Paul simply percussed!

Elizabeth played a lovely tune ...




Is that a hurdy-gurdy I hear?
Elizabeth's rendition was much better.

Dogsbody was obliged to apologise to Laurie for saying, "Well, I recognise some of the notes."


Rose of Allendale goes like this ...




We were really privileged to have this gentleman and Jan in our company ...



Stuart sent us home in peace, guided by moonbeams ...



Somebody forgot their bicycle ...

I wonder if it belongs to Mike?

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