Showing posts with label Fresh air. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fresh air. Show all posts

Monday, 3 March 2008

A Perfect Field


There's something about this field I really like. Maybe it's the lovely curve and gentle slope which this picture doesn't convey. Perfect for sledging. Apologies for this strictly temporary burst of lyricism. Normal service will be resumed after I have got my hands on a decent bottle of gin.

Friday, 18 January 2008

A bracing walk


Had a decent walk this morning with Mrs Combo and dog. At the top is the standard view from the local village, suitably snowy this time. The pointy mountain in the distance is on the French border (which is about 100 miles away) and is called Mon Viso. The locals are convinced that this mountain is the model on which the Paramount logo is based but I think that is bollocks. Perhaps Squire Ashley might like to advise.

This extremely dull shot shows the frontage of the shop in another nearby village, open from 10.30am - 12.00 every day. The reflection in the window shows (on the right) the owner, Signora Alma, who refused to be photographed as she wasn't wearing her serving apron and (on the left) Mrs Combo. The dog was off after a cat. As you can see, it would be quite easy to miss it as there is nothing to advise one that it is actually a shop. We don't go there of course because quite frankly it's just ridiculous; no loyalty card scheme and they don't stock Marmite.