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A wet walk this morning

Sometimes there are advantages to being deaf. Apparently rain thundered down in the early hours of the morning – actually, it is pelting down again right this minute, so the rain-gauge might nudge the inch mark after all. I slept through the downpour, but I know how it sounds. Yesterday, when I woke, I asked Mr R if it was raining. Turned out the sound was only a roaring in my ears. Happens sometimes. 🙂

That old wooden power pole has been reinforced with concrete, but it's looking a bit wonky to me!

That old wooden power pole has been reinforced with concrete, but it’s looking a bit wonky to me!

Today, between showers, Vika and I ventured out, coming home damp from dripping trees. The drains are discharging water into the dry creekbed at the end of our service road.

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There are so many autumn leaves, we can hardly see the pools of water gathering in the creek bed.

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Walking back home along the service road.

Clicking on the images a second time makes them fill the screen – it works for me. Press the back button to get back. I often forget and lose my page.

I better go and see what the dog is doing. She went outside into the rain. Maybe we can skip an overdue bath.

A wet Vika

A wet Vika [Nokia Lumia 530]

Thanks for reading.  Have a good day.   🙂

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REBLOG: On letter-writing, or how will the future remember you?

This thoughtful post by Su has set me thinking.

Su Leslie's avatarShaking the tree

When was the last time you wrote a letter? A proper, personal (dare I even say, handwritten) letter — on paper?

I suspect the last time I did was in 2006; to my grandmother not long before she died.

I don’t even send all that many greeting cards anymore. Like letters they have been replaced with phone calls, Skype, emails and FaceBook messages.

For family historians, letters are invaluable. They are the “Sunday best” of information sources; the snapshots and snippets of past lives that reveal character as well as information. If public records provide a skeleton of our ancestors and clothe them in the uniform of their time, personal letters (and diaries) show us something of the colour and texture of a life. They are the ribbons and shawls that hint at personality and individuality.

Since literacy became widespread, letters have been a lifeline between family members and friends…

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