View from the village. |
And the reciprocal view. Just a cannon-shot away, if the neighbours annoy you. An invader's view from the beach. A long way to lug all your siege equipment, and not exactly easy going with the heavy stuff. |
And when you get closer, after all that trudging through the dunes, you find it's all uphill from here |
I mean, how heavy is a cannonball? And how many have you brought? Need to go back to the ships for a few more?
(This post is an interim one. I did manage a successful invasion, and took photographs, but it's ten-thirty at night and I'm running out of steam.)
Ummm.... no photos ??? but the captions are really funny, and I'm having a good time 'imagining' what the photo must look like ...
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A collaborative effort with RDG live editing in her boudoir whilst Soubriquet travels to work. Oh the thrills of modern technological communication.
DeleteOn Soubriquet's behalf, haiku:
Over the sand dune,
Postman hauling heavy load.
Quicksand, pictures lost.
Alarm clock shrilling.
Sleep rumpled Soubriquet wends
weary way to work.
Through the night aether
Transatlantic RDG
Greets loved one at dawn.
Some haiku masters
strike fear in little doggies
wrapped in red blankies ...
Happy hAIkuing ....
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One of your better posts...
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DeleteSoub will return with
Deletered footprints and dogs howling
Puppies are silenced
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I could do much better too if I had a real poet writing my stuff. Bring him out in the open. Out of his castle keep.
DeleteGreat pictures, Soub. I can't believe how many castles are still standing.
Cannonballs heavy
Max brought more'n enough fer sure
Collapsing boudoir
Blanketied doggies
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Lunch
1915
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Running Jocks