Tag: Yorkshire
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The plum pudding paradox
#socs #closeeyesandpoint Above, you’ll see a picture of a ‘traditional’ plum pudding, eaten at dessert time around the table at Christmas time….before anyone goes ballistic….i’m following the rules of the previous challenge – and it just happened to fall on the page on the origin Christmas puddings So, when did the craziness start inky? Those […]
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Tea
Taken at every time of the day Especially in the Morning At Breakfast Time There are times when a cuppa can be quite a ritual Enjoying sandwiches and cakes with A Brew around four or five Tea comes from different locations Each has its individual flavour Assam, Darjeeling or even Yorkshire…. Taken any other time […]
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Put a Pin on it
#socs #pin Someone once told me – you never really leave the scouts In a sense – i guess they were right. Why? i hear you ask – because of some little things picked up along the way back when i was a cub scout (yeah! i am that old) when we went on expeditions […]
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Element
#WWP #Element Food stuffs have funny names They usually come from where they first were made but in some cases – you can get away with it Lancashire Hotpot can be made in Edinburgh Yorkshire pudding can be served up in Cardiff but Meat pie – needs Meat in its core.
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A Poetry Response
26th November 2018 I Composed this piece after reading fellow poet Luna’s Poem #93 You can find that piece here Sent it to her first, then i thought i’d share it with the rest of you all…enjoy If you want to comment, feel free to post – Inky. I watched from the other platformthe girl […]
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Tritina for Railways
York , April 7th 2016 Having visited the National Railway Museum in York today, I’ve been inspired to write this Tritina in honour of the railways….enjoy . P.S. Comes with Flying Scotsman Pic! Opposite the Flying Scotsman – Bill, Nigel and Joe #Napowrimo #Blogging101 #Railways #York The Horses came down the country Roads Delivering by cart […]
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A Tale of Old Boots
These Boots Were Made for Walking March 2011 In a part of the corridor, just by the stairs by the front door, lies a pair of Old Black Boots. It’s been quite a while since they have been walking. And if their owner were truthful – they could do with a bit of a clean. The […]
The Inkwell 