Rambling

 From the Heathen Witch: "I took the road less travelled, and now the f**k  don't know where I am"   Loved it.  There was also good Brian Bilston poem about a plea for a no news day.  

Prayer for Uninteresting Times

Send me a slow news day,
a quiet, subdued day,
in which nothing much happens of note,
save for the passing of time,
the consumption of wine,
and a re-run of Murder, She Wrote.

Grant me a no news day,
a spare-me-your-views day,
in which nothing much happens at all,
except a few hours together
some regional weather,
a day we can barely recall.

As someone who watches Midsomer Murders because of its gentle murdering nature (you know it is not true). I sometimes think I cannot keep up with the adults you find in blogger land.  How can they sit through blood and gore, over-sexed maniacs, and opera, yes opera is a personal hatred and I think I do not understand the human race.  Here by the way, I am talking about the films they watch not what they get up to in Blogger land.

I haven't succumbed to the virus that is going around, though Andrew has been coughing terribly but of course there is still time.  

So what photos today, a Welsh cromlech - Pentre Ifan.  How to find it, just drive down some Welsh lanes out of Newport,  Park in the small layby, go through the gate, wander past the foxgloves and then find truly magnificent stones echoing the bare bones of a cromlech, for it would probably have had soil and stones to bury it.  I see I visited in 2007 my great love affair with Wales must have started from this year.  Here is a description of it. See how cleverly the capstone sits on the upright stones.  Balanced delicately on what must have been worked stones.  You can see this method in other cromlechs nearby.

I forgot to boast.  Got wordle in two this morning...........