Monthly Archives: July 2015

Independence Day… and what it means to me

Posted on July 4, 2015 by Sue Vincent

Today is my son’s sixth birthday… he is thirty one years old. I ought, perhaps, to clarify. It is the 4th July. What, to the US, is Independence Day, was long ago renamed in our household as Nick’s re-birthday. And … Continue reading →

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Quoted words…II

Posted on July 4, 2015 by Sue Vincent

…On gaining the Ridgeway, I make Wen laugh by starting to talk about ley-lines. According to Alfred Watkins, the Ridgeway is not itself a ley, but is crossed a countless number of times by them along the whole of its … Continue reading →

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Captured

Posted on July 4, 2015 by Sue Vincent
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Dance of the Giants

Posted on July 3, 2015 by Sue Vincent
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Quoted words…

Posted on July 3, 2015 by Sue Vincent

Melinda included me in the three quote challenge, to post a quote every day for three days. As I am not around for a few days, I will not pass this one on to other bloggers this time, but hope … Continue reading →

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Veiled

Posted on July 3, 2015 by Sue Vincent
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Sleepwalkers

Posted on July 2, 2015 by Sue Vincent
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Annual Bloggers Bash Awards – NOMINATIONS NOW OPEN

Posted on July 1, 2015 by Sue Vincent

Originally posted on Sacha Black:
It’s the 1st of July, know what that means? It’s ONE MONTH TO GO till the first ever Annual Bloggers Bash Party which is going to be in London on the 1st of August. To find out more…

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Bridal

Posted on July 1, 2015 by Sue Vincent

Ronovan’s haiku challenge

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Red rag…

Posted on July 1, 2015 by Sue Vincent

“Do you know you are bleeding, luv?” I thanked the shopkeeper through gritted teeth. Yes, I knew. It had been going on a while. I wasn’t exactly having the best of mornings, being in the clutches of the health system … Continue reading →

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