Reblogged from Jim Webster, aka Tallis Steelyard:
Wagan Tarp was one of those gentlemen you instinctively warm to. He had led, for a soldier, a largely blameless life. He had risen to the rank of sergeant, leading crossbowmen across Partann and even onto the Red Steppe. Yet somehow he also married and was a loyal husband and devoted father to three children. As he grew older, sleeping on the ground in the rain lost whatever appeal it ever had. He was lucky in that various small towns wanted watch sergeants to keep their watchmen up to the mark. Hence he was intimately familiar with many of the small towns of Partann. But finally he realised that even this was getting a bit much for him, so he drifted back into Port Naain. Given his wife had died some years earlier, he had intended to just find lodgings somewhere. At this point his youngest daughter stepped in and demanded that he live with her and her husband. Her argument was that he wasn’t capable of looking after himself.
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Not that I’m blowing my own trumpet, obviously 🙂
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Well, no, one would never make such an assumption… 😉
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quiet, shy and retiring, and perpetually modest, Tallis and I have so much in common 😉
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I know… a pure reflection… 😉
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And we’re remarkably pure 🙂
Especially when reflecting
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It’ll be all that water in Cumbria 😉
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which at the moment is brown and moving down hill 🙂
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It could be worse…
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Oh yes, it’s liquid for a start 🙂
It’s Cumbria, we get rain, it’s what we do best 🙂
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We all need a hobby 😉
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In Cumbria, ‘keeping out of the rain’ counts as a hobby 🙂
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Nice blog
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Oh I’m not all hot air 🙂
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