York is one of the possible homes of my Bates ancestors, and I wanted a souvenir from my first visit there in 2005. A selection of small crystal Christmas tree ornaments in the window of a shop kitty corner from York Minster caught my eye. I love my collection of ornaments, and I thought this little guy would fit right in. I bought him, stuffed him in a sock for the journey, and that Christmas he made himself right at home.
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A little greenery from a summer day in Bath to take you through the dark. Somewhere near here, Elizabeth Bennett refused Mr. Darcy.
The Firth of Forth, seen from the battlements of Edinburgh Castle. A lot of cities have cleaned off the smoke and grit of the centuries to become new, beautiful cities in the 21st Century. But I rather like Edinburgh's patina of peat fires, cannon smoke, and the blood of the likes of Macbeth.
They say in the Orkneys that one day the wind stopped blowing and everyone fell over. I hope nobody missed the rainbow.
Westward on I84 with the skies of home in sight. You can tell by the shadows to the side that the sun is shining. Those dark clouds on the horizon? Rain in the PNW!
It's something I get to do quite a lot, here in Seattle. And every once in a while I can pretend I'm back in England, in the Lake District, walking from Ambleside to Rydal Water.