Across the Thar, Bikaner to the ends of the earth with prickles in my salwar kameez.

A couple of days about I posted about visiting India ten years ago, and that led to a comment from our driver, protector and Rajasthan expert Magan Singh. He now runs his own tour company http://www.heritageindiaprivatetours.com/ and I know he must be doing a brilliant job. If anyone wants a wonderful India tour Magan is your man. Magan it’s wonderful to hear from you and I wish you all the best for the future

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Until I began researching the idea of a trip to India I didn’t know Jaisalmer existed, but once I did it had the most powerful allure. I have tales to tell about the places en route out of Delhi, but that’s for later. We left Bikaner early, to travel 200 miles across the great Thar desert, a place so hot it burns inside your nostrils when you take a breath. After some 15 miles on NH15, signs of life became scarce. We stopped for a stretch and a photo opportunity, and when the engine was cut we stepped out into the most complete silence I’ve never heard. The landscape was empty, vegetation was the odd scrap of scrubby weed, with an occasional bug burrowing around it. It was my first taste of really dry heat – the closest feeling I can compare it to is a hair dryer on dry…

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I Wonder . . .

if he will take grandma spider for a dance tonight

if she will eat him for supper with a garnish

of moth on the side

if he will be lying in wait for me in the morning,

if he will spin a of tangle silk to trap my eyelashes

if he will quietly spend tomorrow in my hair

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I wonder if Sonel will like him?

Lazy Poet’s Thursday Haiku

MEGS PHOTO

Design on water

written in nature’s wild script

with fluid fingers

This week, for the first time I am not using my own photo. Instead Meg has given me permission to use hers because I fell in love with it. To be honest I’ve fallen in love with lots of Meg’s images, taken  around her place in Australia. Wild places with names like Potato Point, Moruya, Eurobodalla, and Narooma, in New South Wales, wild places that nurture wild women. Thank you Meg.

Post Boxes and a bench gone wrong

Jude’s gone post box crazy , pop over and see, and she wants to see any photos we have. Here’s a GR one.gr1
She also has a bit of a thing for benches and her challenge this month is to find colourful ones. Another month it was unusual ones, and I wanted to post this one then, but every day I walked past it and people were using it as a smoking bench – grrhhh! So I missed ‘unusual’, but I remembered that she said to play with photoshop for colourful if all else fails, so I did. As  don’t like the result it’s just going to be little.
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But I hope this other post box will make up for it, I’ve posted it before, way back when but it will be new to you Jude.
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I’ve just been given this beauty by Teresa, a Facebook friend since my OU days. Teresa is a Parent Extraordinaire and a pretty yummy one too, I have no idea how she stays sane and lovely. Thank you for lending me your photo! blue box
It was taken in Manchester outside the Science and Industry Museum.

Romantic Nymans

I’m really glad I discovered Nymans last year, when I was in the south east of England, not somewhere I usually go unless I’m heading for Gatwick. It’s now right up there with my all time favourite gardens to visit. The house and garden, in the Sussex Weald, was built in the late 1800’s, by Ludwig Messel. He wanted to build a dream family home, and he created a stunning garden against the backdrop of the wooded surroundings. He collected unusual plants from around the world and made a romantic paradise.

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The long border in June


Some of the border beauties

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Heading for the fountain

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A refreshing sight

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Eyes to the sky

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Turn a corner

Find your inner child in a magical woodland path

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Retrace  your steps

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The planting is beautiful everywhere you turn

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Flat topped pudding trees

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A box garden with crenellated hedges

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This stunning, but simple planting hides a secret for now. What could it be?

The world beneath my feet

Is what Cheri Lucas Rowland wants to see photos of for her challenge this week. Here are my choices.

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It doesn’t look very complicated does it? But in fact it’s one of the ways out of a maize maze at Darts farm, where I took my sunflower photo this week,  go in and you could be gone a while!

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Theworld beneath Dido and Daisy’s feet will soon be wet!

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I wonder whose toes walked before me on the world beneath my feet.

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The world beneath my feet isn’t!

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Roly-poly on the world beneath my feet!

What’s beneath yours? Share with us here.