Outings

I think I mentioned a couple of entries ago about an outing to a local petting farm.  We were taking advantage of the early Autumn sunshine.  The farm we visited is a working farm but allows interaction with the animals, some may think it’s mainly for younger children but I don’t think there is an age limit on cuddling bunnies and feeding the goats and sheep!

Luckily I had my big handbag with me so this little chap got stuffed in my bag and he now lives with us! ) Ok, not true but be honest, you could pinch him couldn’t you?

The best thing about this picture is the sheep in the background waiting for his turn! )

Don’t be fooled with this one! He was as mean as a rattlesnake… grumpy old goat! )

I did take a few more but they were the best ones I think.

Today my daughter and I became tourists in our own city.  I love Durham, I appreciate its beauty and have never taken it for granted.  We wandered along the river banks today, the weather was dry but a little overcast.

 This is just below the castle, there was a fish jumping as I took this picture but David Baily I aint! )

The veiw from Prebends Bridge.  I’ve spent many an afternoon in a boat on there but today was a little too chilly.

 

The Cloisters.

We went into the Cathedral and listened to the end of the service.  It was our intention to climb the steps to the tower but sadly it wasn’t open.  

To end the day with a smile we had fish and chips before an hours bowling.  Who won? Well I did of course! There is no room for sentiment when it comes to bowling! )

Someone! Call the fashion police.

Another good Sunday.

As promised to Philosophyoflife here is a poem I wrote a few months ago.  I think some of my blog friends have seen this before on ‘Feathers’.  No Title yet.

She looked at the pieces that lay scattered on the ground.

A broken heart shattered yet she hadn’t heard a sound.

She had opened it up wide; she had laid her heart bare.

She had offered it to him; his sort was pure and rare.

So intensely driven. Too soon, too much, too fast.

And then so sudden, exciting future cast to the past.

She bends to pick the pieces of her fragmented heart,

Gathered up and cradled, she feels torn apart.

Time Heals. Fools rush in. Words can’t ease her pain.

With wishes, hopes and dreams she heads into the rain.

The feint rainbow in the distance reaches far and wide,

The colours so enchanting push her sadness aside.

 

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