What I Didn't do on my Holiday ...
I didn't write. It was strange, and I kept checking to see if I was somehow suppressing something, but nope. Not an inclination did I perceive. Not a flicker. Not a sausage.
Since coming back I've been submerged in admin, both my own and my sprogs', but today it's a new month. My challenge is to get back into it now, and yours, dear Reader, is to spot the otter in the photos below ...
posted by Joan Lennon @ 2:44 AM
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4 Comments:
Beautiful photos - and one of a otter! I am jealous as hell. And if you didn't write on holiday -so what? You deserved a rest after writing a poem every day in April.
Thank you - and just to double your jealousy - I saw TWO otters on two separate occasions. Or perhaps one otter twice - hard to tell! Fabulous!
"I'm not an otter spotter, I'm the otter spotter's daughter ..." :-)
A variation on the far more boring tongue twister!
Love the pics: remind me of the days spent on Tankerton beach ... each stone has it's own individual character when you look at it properly
"I'm not an otter spotter, I'm the otter spotter's daughter ..." :-)
A variation on the far more boring tongue twister!
Love the pics: remind me of the days spent on Tankerton beach ... each stone has it's own individual character when you look at it properly
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