Friday 4th October 2013
I Might Just…Do I or Don’t I?
With my music site ‘Brocks Music Shed’ joined with my rebirth of playing the guitar, my research has taken me along many different paths and journey’s. and when I found this first tune I had to write a post. The music is brilliant, even if you are not a religious person you cannot but help liking. So after listening to this song several times I was prompted to write a post, and include a second from the same artist.
Throughout my journey of life, I can honestly say that I have never actually been a religious person, not really knowing why, just me being the way I was. I will say that I have always respected it, it being the stories of Jesus and God and religion and of course the big book itself. But I suppose most people like me would have said this, maybe to appease their listeners or people who do believe. I do not like hearing people speak ill or blaspheme the topic, and I think that those who do so is because they are usually scared to admit, not wanting to open up to their true feelings. Maybe me being one, who knows.
We all at sometime say a quiet prayer of some sort, whether we would admit or not. I have under certain situations spoken the words “Thank God” or looked into the sky thinking of heaven. I do believe that everyone wants to go to heaven or have their own visualizations of heaven, and want to end up there. But and it is a big BUT, since the start of my blogging world, this new journey, actually several new journeys and new experiences. I have met many new people and the world of God has now become part of my whole experience, with many people introducing and writing of their beliefs. The thing I like about it is that, all that I follow and read have never been pushy or preaching every time they post. It is left to the individual to follow and read at will. I say this because I am one of the first people to walk away if I think or realise someone is trying to push or sell something.
After saying this I have to admit today I have become a little closer. The Universe with its dreams and the faith, the convictions and the premonitions and all that come with this is another belief that challenges religion, even if only in a small way. It is the Universe that interests me, I have become one with this, the principles and faith of both can go side by side.
To finalise with music like this, the two I have posted, and my enjoyment of the search I am certainly onto a winner. Hope you all think the same. Until next time.
Tuesday 24th September 2013.
Tell Me A Story Challenge 2 ← link
If you want to join in with fabulous fun, looking at a picture and write a story relating to it. Show everyone your creative skills. So people click the above link and read the instructions and join in. Help keep this Prompt going.
Angel of Hope
by Gerry A/C 2013©
The small single engine single winged plane glided in the wind currents. The pilot shouting orders and curses. The propeller had stopped and the engine was smoking, at first small streams of smoke wafting in the wind. Frightened stiff but not panicking was the passenger sitting along side the pilot. His eyes staring blankly, his hands and knuckles white with gripping tightly at the safety belt. He kept looking at the small plastic box sitting on the floor between his feet.
The pilot shouted, “Mr Lake, be prepared for a rather bumpy landing. If the wind currents maintain their directions we might be able to make the small runway. If you care to look it is that runway to your left, 8000 feet below.”
Mr Lake cautiously looked, hardly moving frightened his movement might upset the balance of the small plane. “I have alerted the airport and they have their safety measures in place,” the pilot finished. The pilot looked briefly to see Mr Lake was showing signs of panic, he then spoke, “Mr Lake try not to worry, we will make it, I have been in worse situations, and I do know how to fly a glider,” the pilot said with a tense smile showing on his face. Mr Lake just nodded.
Suddenly appearing before Mr Lake was a being, an ethereal being, so fine a filigree a spectral being. A face of the most beautiful lady ever seen, flawless skin, bright green eyes and long fluttering white hair, dressed in a white flowing dress. She was floating, inside the plane, but she was also outside in open sky, but always only a few feet from Mr Lakes face. She moved closer to him, her smile gave Mr Lake a feeling of hope and calmness.
“Believe, I am your Angel of Hope, clear your head, keep your faith, belief and hope and you will see another day” He could hear the words but she was not speaking. All he could see was her face, her smile and hands waving in front of him. Her hands then brushed his face, he felt the warmth and love she was passing to him.
“Believe, and faith, and hope, you will survive.” these were the last words he heard from her as she faded slowly and disappeared.
Mr Lake became relaxed, and felt really good within himself, he believed that this day was not to end here. He closed his eyes, and drifted, thinking of the Angel, seeing her face.
“Mr Lake, embrace yourself.” shouted the pilot. Mr Lake did not hear.
The pilot then guided his ill plane to the ground safely and eventually came to a halt where all the rescue vehicles were waiting.
After breathing clear Mr Lake climbed out and then grabbed the small box. The vehicle with the blue lights sped across the runway and came to a halt, a lady rushed over to Mr Lake, he promptly handed her the box and she said “Thank you” and turned and returned to the car. The organ donor vehicle then sped off with lights flashing and siren blaring. Mr Lake just watched and saw the Angel of Hope and her smile and then heard her voice, “Believe”
“I believe thank you” Mr Lake whispered back.
Wednesday 18th September 2013
Tell Me A Story
by Sandra at ‘By the Book’ click the link for full details and join in on the fun as well.
The two young Ellie’s ran straight up to the large wooden door. Fascinated by the giraffe picture panel that seem to shimmer in the daylight. They both stopped in front of this large wooden door. Entranced by the shimmering picture. Ellie, real name Eleanor, raising her arm, went to touch, ”Don’t” shouted the other Ellie, whose name was Eloise.
“It is only a picture on a door” Eleanor replied.
“But it is alive.”
“Don’t be silly,” said Eleanor, “it is a picture, that is all it is.” she finished with a shrug of shoulders and eyebrow raising as they both stepped back a couple of steps.
The picture seems to move, shimmer, change colours, and was drawing the girls closer, Eloise was standing a further step back from her friend, but still she was being drawn. Eleanor was moving, hands outstretched, slowly pacing another step closer to the door. The giraffe was floating out from the frame and the wooden door. Eyes with long eye lashes fluttering, enticing the girls, hypnotizing them and drawing them in, pulling them to his frame, to the door.
Eloise a pace or two behind, reached out and grabbed Eleanor and tried to pull her back. But her hand missed her target, Eleanor’s arm, because Eleanor yanked away from her.
“Leave me alone, I want to touch Mr Giraffe, he is calling me, can’t you hear him?” Eleanor shouted loudly with excitement.
“I cannot hear anything, and no need to shout at me I am not deaf.”
All the while Eleanor was moving closer to the door, and now almost within touching distant. And again Eloise tried to pull her back and again her friend fought against her, and then she lurched forward and stumbled to the door. Her hand touched the door, a pool of floating liquid, a brown mass of liquid shimmering between the large wooden posts. Eleanor then gently eased her hand and then her arm into the liquid. Up to her elbow, the liquid absorbing her. Eloise shouted, “Eleanor, don’t do it – stop, listen to me.” but her words just vanished in the air. Eleanor was smiling and looking at Eloise, she mouthed something, but no words were heard. Her arm up to her shoulder now being soaked up, she was becoming a sponge to the brown liquid. She was slowly disappearing, being absorbed into the door. Eloise grabbed Eleanor’s hand and pulled but it was too late. Eloise’s friend had pulled free and was gone. The door had completely absorbed her. Eloise ran behind the door, it was just a wooden door, and ornamental wooden door in the park. She touch the wood, all over, the large upright posts, the door, back and then the front. Nothing unusual, the frame with the picture of the giraffe, with Eleanor sitting on his back looking out and smiling.
Gerald Ainger /Cobb© Sept 2013
Wednesday 28th August 2013
I do hope you read this, and let me know what you think.. Thank you!
Express Yourself ‘Man’ Part 2.
[Continued from Luck, Punished or Just a Man]
Enjoy the music while reading it is great.
I have had some great comments from my last post and therefore encourages me to do this follow up. I know I said I would, but it really depended on the response, and it was very positive. So I have decided to do it for that reason and my own piece of mind.
One blogger [blueribbonfair] left a comment regarding allergies and so right she is. I did have an allergy problem, but lucky enough not to have it so badly that it affected my life like I know it did with others I knew. And of course the lady who commented was also affected, sadly to say, some by peoples ignorance and some by the affect of the allergy on the person. With her allergy comment and how it affected her reminded of the time I was admitted to hospital for a week. For this reason, for allergy tests and anything the doctors saw fit to try. Please remember that the time period I am talking about is 1966 in England.
The wards, a long room wide enough to have a row of beds up against each opposing wall, and walkway wide enough for trolleys to pass. Each bed had a curtain surround for privacy, which was used when patients were being seen by doctors. My particular ward had about 15 beds along each wall. There were windows for all to look out, adding more daylight to the wards. At one end of my ward there were double doors that led to other wards, toilets and a leisure room, the other end was reception area and exit. The leisure room was for patients who were allowed out of their beds, here they could sit and play card games or watch tely. No football, [soccer to my American friends] or contact sports allowed. Just generally trying to relax, if one can do this in a hospital.
I remember my mother bringing me in and getting me admitted, shown to the ward and eventually to my bed. Mother promised me she would visit, and she was true to her words. The first couple of days I was not allowed out of bed except to visit the toilet, so I often did this, the nurse must have thought I had another problem. Over the course of the week my arms and body were covered in all sorts of test substances. Peanut, fish, chicken, butters and cheeses, milk, and dairy products, chocolate. Animal related stuffs, dog and cat fur, and saliva. Farm animals cows and pigs, and all sorts of plant extracts. Each one was dabbed onto skin and covered and left for twenty four hours. I looked like a spotty dick pudding, or should I say ‘dick’ covered in small plasters all along my arms and over my chest, lucky I was a hairless 14 year old. Can you imagine what it would have been like pulling off all those plasters. Well guess what, results were ‘inconclusive’. That is a fabulous word and widely used in the medical world. I told them about feathers and eventually they found an extract and tested, and yes, it ballooned and said. ‘hey this boy is allergic’. For other tests I had so much blood taken I was surprised I had any left. Can you imagine or remember the size of needles in those days. I cannot stand needles today, and man! did I hate them in those days. Some needles were like trying to shove scaffolding tubes inyo my arm. Again I was given lots of advice and suggestions but results inconclusive.
Previous to all this my mother taught me how to play ‘Crib’ a game played with cards and a cribbage board.As shown. Back in the ward I was now aloud to walk about and started talking to other inmates. All older people, grown ups to me then, and in the leisure room they often played this game. Eventually I was asked if I knew how to play and if I would like to join in. I did and won all my games. Glad they were light hearted about it, the small competition they held daily I also won. In fact I never lost a game, and I became a hero in their eyes. Crib Champion of Lymo Hospital. oh yes oh yes!
I am making light of this but at the time I did not find it amusing, I remember how scared I was. I had been a regular to hospital visits and stays but this scared me most. Not knowing what to expect. I was released after a week and it proved ‘Inconclusive’
Types are as below. Like most Asthmatics, Eczema and Asthma went hand in hand. I suffered greatly, I think Atopic, but not sure, up until the age of 10 – 11. My small body was completely covered in the rash. I was bandaged all over and smeared with oily ointments. As I got older it healed slowly but I did continue to have it on my joints mostly. Inside my elbows, under my arms and back of my knees. Terribly itchy and it was like being tortured trying not to scratch, which I did rather a lot. It was a mess and I did not look very pretty. I was very lucky, however not to scar. Again my mother was my Angel
Atopic - The term ‘atopic’ refers to a personal and family tendency to develop eczema, asthma and/or hay fever.
Contact - dermatitis is the most common type of work related skin disease.
Seborrhoeic - Eczema tends to affect the scalp, face, torso and flexures in both adults and children or babies.
Discoid - eczema is very distinct with ‘coin shaped’ discs of eczema the size of a fifty pence piece.
Gravitational - Gravitational eczema (also called varicose or stasis eczema) is common later in life.
Asteatotic - Also known as “eczema cracquelée”, Asteatotic eczema almost always affects people over the age of 60.
Pompholyx – The key characteristic of pompholyx eczema is blistering that is restricted to the hands and feet.
Next post, bombshell of being told diabetic…
Saturday 4th May 2013
Weekly Photo Challenge: From Above click me for more info
3rd May 2013 Friday.
A slightly longer one than usual please bear with it and enjoy..
Let me take you back in time,to the quaint little village of Burley set deep in the New Forest. A young verderer, by the name of Robert lived. Verderers were administrators of the forest law and were set in place by William the Conqueror, so Robert did have some power.Also living in the village was his love Mathilde. Their love was given the blessing of Mathilde’s father,although Robert was an important man it was still advisable to be discreet. The couple would meet in the evenings on a forest glade just outside the village. This glade was commonly known as the ‘lawn’ this might sound to most people as nice piece of grass in ones back or front yard, but is actually a name for a grassy clearing within the trees.
They would walk there separately, and, separately each would pass the hovel in which an old woman lived. She would always be at the doorway stirring her cauldron, and both Robert and Mathilde would avoid her gaze because her look was malevolent, so full of contempt and hatred, that they would rather not see it’s existence.
The night before their wedding they both passed the old woman at separate times on their way to the tryst. As Robert approached the hovel he saw something incredible. There, fondly nuzzling up to the old woman was a stag a white stag. she spoke to it in strange guttural sounds and words, and it responded to her by breathing on her and rubbing it’s antlers on the walls of her hovel.
Robert seeing this shouted, “Leave the beast alone,it is the kings property.” The old woman glared at him with deep hatred showing in her eyes. The white stag ran off into the forest. The fact that was lowest of commoners upset him so much. He then went to meet Mathilde, and in the glade they talked and planned their future. Robert and Mathilde embraced each other completely forgetting the old woman and the superstition of bad luck of meeting on the eve of a wedding.
On their separate ways home Mathilde came upon the woman in the middle of the lane, standing and staring, her gaze was hostile and full of hatred and Mathilde scared had to run around her to get past and only felt safe when she reached the triangular green that marks Burley. That terrible glare haunted her in her dreams that night.
As Robert approached the hovel he noticed the door shut and no sign of the woman.He couldn’t admit to himself that he felt relief, but he felt that he was passing the hovel for the last time after one of his trysts with Mathilde, and it was so good that the woman was not there. But then he saw, staring at him from behind an alder stump, the largest black cat imaginable – and if the woman’s stare was malevolent, the cats stare was positively malignant. Robert stared back at the cat, then Schplatt, it spat the most disgusting flob of mucus into Roberts face. He screamed and clawed and rubbed the vile stuff from his face, but his eyes still burned. The cat leaped from the alder stump and was gone before Robert could react. While at home he washed his face as many times as the fetching of water allowed, and then it was his wedding morning.
All the musicians played and the vicar said his words and the wedding passed successfully, and the wedding guests dancing happily on the green. Then there was a shout and all stopped what they were doing and stared at the edge of the forest trees, there stood watching them, the sun behind it, was an enormous white stag. It is hard to stare into the sun, and the stag seemed to shimmer and change – perhaps it was not a stag, perhaps it was a wild boar, a huge wild boar foaming at the mouth charging at them. The screaming and shouting of the scattering wedding party, did not put the wild boar off, he was locked on chasing the bride around the grounds. She was screaming and being caught when Robert managed to throw a coat over it’s massive head,and he leaped onto it clinging to it’s thick heavy neck. It screeched, a terrible noise in between a squeal and a roar, it tossed the verderer over it’s head and gored him to death with it is tusks. It was a white stag rather than a boar that bounded into the nearby woods.
A vengeful party marched to the old woman’s hovel but she was already dead.On the face of the corpse was a smile. It was the first time any of the appalled party had ever seen an expression other than the look of hatred on the old woman’s face.
All within the vicinity of this story my own one begins, it was in the bar of the Queens Head, my friend and I went into the lounge bar where there was a roaring welcoming log fire. After ordering our drinks we sat and started to talk, we were waiting for a couple of friends. The fire probably tells you that it was cold outside, we thought we were the only ones in the bar, but we were not there were two old men sitting at a table near the fire. At first we took no notice, until we heard one ask the other how long they had been here in the bar. It might have been purely a play on words. The other in reply said “oh must be 90 years now.” We being very alert and clever and having our wits about us thought nothing of it, we just laughed at the thought that the two men, old they were, but not 90 years old. Both of us just thought the usual, two old men and too much ale inside of them. As we finished our drinks we went outside as we saw our friends coming down the hill. This time went back into the bar but went into the public bar, here we met with others to listen and lay music. My friend went to the bar to purchase another drink. He came back and put the drinks on a table, he pulled my arm and led me away.
“I just started talking to the barman about the two old men in the other bar, he said there is no one in the other bar only us two were there.” We both went through too other bar where we were only ten to fifteen minutes earlier and right he was, no one in there and no sign of anyone being there.
BY COBBIES69 Re posted from Legends Undying.
Friday 19th April 2013
Let me take you back 236 years where stands the very pretty lonely little village of Boldre, in the New Forest. With a few small settlements near by. The church of St John is on top of a small hill amongst trees, in a picturesque position. In 1777 the Reverend William Gilpin took over this parish. Apart from being a vicar he was also a writer of traveling books and one of his most memorable was titled ‘Remarks on a Forest Scenery’.
After working as curate, Gilpin became master, and from 1755 headmaster, at Cheam School. He was an enlightened educationist, instituting a system of fines rather than corporal punishment and encouraging the boys to keep gardens. Gilpin stayed at Cheam until 1777 when he moved, with his wife Margaret, to become Vicar of Boldre in the New Forest in Hampshire. While there he took as a child pupil the future poet Caroline Anne Bowles. He was succeeded at Cheam by his son, another William Gilpin. (via Wiki)
When he settled in Boldre he describe his parishioners a ‘little better than a set of bandits’ he applied his earnings from his books and the sale of his paintings to try and improve their lives by building a school and a poorhouse.
His grave, a simple alter tomb, about 30 feet away from the middle of the north wall, and is inscribed with the words. ‘IN A QUIET MANSION BENEATH THIS STONE SECURED FROM THE AFFLICTION AND THE STILL MORE DANGEROUS ENJOYMENTS OF LIFE, LIE THE REMAINS OF WILLIAM GILPIN, SOMETIME VICAR OF THE PARISH, TOGETHER WITH THE REMAINS OF HIS WIFE MARGARET. AFTER LIVING ABOVE FIFTY YEARS IN HAPPY UNION, THEY HOPE TO BE RAISED IN GOD’S GOOD TIME….TO A STATE OF JOYFUL IMMORTALITY . HERE IT WILL BE A NEW JOY TO MEET SEVERAL OF THEIR GOOD NEIGHBOURS WHO NOW LIE SCATTERED IN THESE SACRED PRECINCTS AROUND THEM’
Ever since, the word several, has led to speculation; were there some, Gilpin would have preferred not to see in his after life?. or did he assume some were beyond redemption, and so would not be there.
ST JOHN’s CHURCH, BOLDRE..New Forest.
190 years later,, Gerald and Dennis crossed swords with this beautiful church one March Sunday..We were both out enjoying cycle ride, peddling the small lanes of the forest near by to our homes. Setting out this Sunday morning, sun is shining brightly and was fairly warm. Riding through the village high street and out through the watersplash, passing our lovely village bridge. Turning left and then a hundred yards further we turned left again, up a small hill road called ‘The Rise’ he was a large hotel called the Watersplash Hotel and in the company of other large houses, and coming down the other side on your right was a lodging house for the students of the Grammar school.
We turned right onto Sway road and passed my old primary school.
A beautiful 19th century old building, I spent 6 really happy years and memory of Mrs Spracklin and head teacher Mr Williams, in the winter all class pupils gathered around the large coal furnace fires in the class rooms and enjoying our little 1/3 pint bottles of milk..no longer done.
A couple of miles along we turned left again onto road known as Lymington road, and this took across the Setley plain area, mostly gorse covered heath these, but during the 2nd world there used to a low level prisoner of war camp. So my neighbour at the time told me he used to be one, Mr Mueller, the local butcher, he was a traitor to his country and finished his living days in Brockenhurst as a respected business man. We reach Setley House and turn left left into the road leading past it .
This was Church Lane and about four miles along this picturesque lane we will find this beautiful church.. The one that our friend Reverend Gilpin was vicar.
Another view of this lovely church.
We pedalled slowly, passing hedgerows and fields, small thatched cottages set back from the road. Over a small bridge that spanned a small stream. Turning a slight bend and now the road was rising and at the top on our left here stands this church. The road continues right, but we stopped by the gates, and just rested and took in the picture of the church and the grounds.
We walked around the small gravel path leading left and around the back of the church. The grass in the picture was covered in daffodils, a sea of yellow. We settled leaning against the fence north wall, we noticed this alter tomb but never really took much notice of who the people actually were, the names were just names to us. Then the church bell started to ring, the main heavy fronts doors opened and people filtered out… We both hopped over the fence into the grounds and proceeded to pick a large handful of daffodils. We did not hang about too long when some shouted at us, do not what they shouted but it sounded unfriendly. Quickly mounting our bikes and pedalled fast and hard and we were gone, out along the gravel track and about 2 miles along this we came to the main road home. We now were just enjoying a casual ride home and happy with our ill gotten gains. When I got home I passed them onto my mother with the words. ‘Happy Mothers Day mum’ she did not ask where I got them, just gave me that mother’s smile of I know… Thank you Reverend Gilpin.
27th March 2013 Wednesday
My new widget keep your eyes open for it thank you and hope you will continue to support and enjoy my Forest Tales and photo challenges, and even if you have any ideas and would like to see any topic particular please let me know and I promise I will do what I can.. Otherwise please enjoy.
Today I have had to make a decision about my time management and the skills I do not have on this. Most of you will know that I have been doing guest posting on Sundays for Legends Undying. Well I have decided to give this up at the moment due to other commitments and wanting to keep my own blogs up to date.
Some of you might have noticed that my postings have suffered recently… I have proved to myself I cannot do it all, plus outside projects, and together with the time needed to compose and research some of my stories and other pieces. So because of this I have decided to cut back on some things I am currently involved in, and unfortunately writing for Legends Undying is one, at least for the time being and not on a regular basis. Because of this change, plus other changes my Forest Tales will continue here on . I will be starting with a few that I have already posted on Legends Undying,, so I apologise to those who have already read it on Legends. One might say Spring cleaning, although it is not spring cleaning weather.
Starting on April 1st Monday, Camp -Nanowrimo starts, a little more relaxed version of Nanowrimo. I will be participating in this for the very first time. So a new experience for me even though I have completed the past years November’s Nanowrimo. i have manged to finish one story, a romance this year and am trying to edit. While my 2011 I am only half way through a fantasy story, and fully intend to complete. This Camp, I am doing a story based around kings queens and princes and princess. Their struggles for power and life. But all the events are true to my life but I have altered it to fit a medieval period. I hope to update on posts and maybe post a chapter or two on my Writing Hell blog,, please check it out.
Thursday 14th March 2013.
Barefoot Baroness her award to me… Happy Birthday!
My great friend The Baroness has seen in her wisdom to nominate me for this lovely award. Over the past months I have been surprised by people and their friendliness within this blogging cyber world. I have even read how some have even met up, and became very good friends… Well apart from the meeting part, BB and myself have become good friends, and have learnt much about each other. We share a couple of sites which most of you know,
these sites are CyKlopps – http://geetoni.wordpress.com/ – a fabulous music site that relies on you the blogs followers leaving their requests,, this site was part BB’s idea,, so it made sense to have her as my partner.
And we must include BTH – http://geeton1.wordpress.com/ – this is another brain child of hers about the passion we both have about helping children. We talked over ideas and developed the site.. and this site is gradually gaining momentum and picking up a great deal of interest. So pop along and support it.. “The more eyes that View, the more we can Do” It goes to show how a friendship can develop and be productive. This lady is a lady that I am privileged to know and may it continue… So my lady…
I Humbly Accept.. Thank you BB…
1. Thank the person who nominated you. Done
2. Add The Very Inspiring Blogger Award to your post. Done
3. Share 7 things about yourself. Done
4. Pass the award on to 10 nominees. See Notes!!!!
5. Include this set of rules. Done.
6. Inform your nominees by posting a comment on their blog. Will Do…
My Seven things about myself,,,are they??
1. A person born in Hampshire is commonly known as a ‘Hampshire Hog’
2. I am currently trying to write another story via Campnano in April.
3.I have never ever broken any bones, not mine or anyone else’s.
4. My favourite Books are fantasy.
5. My favourite author is Terry Brooks.
6. My mother was Elizabeth the 2nd.
7. I like telling tales as well, not all true, heehee!
Thank you to you both..see video from me to you……
MOST INFLUENTIAL BLOG AWARD 2012….
Wendell who has become a good friend of mine over the past year, always supportive and loyal to my blogs, this is becoming a rare thing nowadays, and is so important to us bloggers.. So a great big thank you…. And Wendell I accept…..
However I would like to apologize to Wendell for the delay in my response for this award…
Wendell I thank you so much for this lovely and thoughtful award, and especially thinking of me for this..
Wendell’s site full of enlightening poetry. Pop along to his site and be sure of a warm welcome and top class poetry.
Apparently there are no real to follow except, within six months you must pass the honor on to the blogs that have influenced you the most, and are deserving to receive the award, which will label them as being one of the Most Influential Blogs of 2012. There are no rules, which is quite a surprise!
Although I normally say that people who visit and comment on this post then please accept this award from me with all my blessings. I still say this but will nominate a couple of people as below..
Lady Barefoot Baroness - http://barefootbaroness.org/ All that I have said above…
Dellaanna - https://campanulladellaanna.wordpress.com/ another friend of recent times with an excellent site so please visit..and say hello.
Trish - http://soundslikewish.wordpress.com/ Trish has a site that has always impressed me,, and no doubt you would also.
Sandra – http://sandraconner.wordpress.com/ Sandra one of my mostly friends who also has a fabulous site, and well worth a visit, you will get a great and warm welcome..That I can promise.
Can I say apologies to any and all for not actually naming you, but please anyone of you that likes and or comments on here then please feel yourself nominated.. Another big thank you to Wendell.
‘Please Accept this Award as my Gift You All’
9th March 2013 Saturday