Tales from the Old Mills

By Oldmills

Eduards Hill

My daughter, (who is becoming quite a photographer) has asked me to start blipping again.
So anybody who is interested enough can blame her when she starts blipping herself.
My sorely missed father in law died in June.
His wonderful wife asked me to find a spot in the forest in which to bury his ashes.
This is the view from that spot.
Could be worse.....

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