I haven’t climbed this one it looks doable shall I try it?
easy to start with going well but now it’s getting harder but that’s the point
slowly does it and cling on whoa, that was scary
I’m almost there and yes… that vista!
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Image credit: Dennis Yu @Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this is a photo-shopped image (time-lapse image) of a man climbing a rock. The photographer has captured different stages of his climb and it looks like many people are climbing the rock. The last stage of his climb is when he is triumphantly sitting on the top of the rock.
‘Gosh, lovely wine, and only around the corner. So nice to be in the wine area. There are several vineyards right here. And really, really close. I mean just 10 mins away.’
‘Did you know that you could get an old, but refurbish wine-press, and not too far from here?’
‘Nice idea, although we don’t have very many vines in our yard.’
‘Maybe buy some more in the garden centre?’
‘Or just buy a load of grapes… some of those great big boxes in the supermarket.’
‘Hmm, that’s easier, and already grown.’
‘So back to the question, should we find a wine-press?’
‘I am sure it could be brought here, and we could use the old shed, since there are no hens anymore.’
(a little sigh for a moment)
‘So what do you think?’
‘Hmm, we don’t have to worry about this just yet…’
‘True, not until the spring… you know, around September, I think.’
‘Oh well, you know what time it is now?’
‘Ah, so it is!’
‘Okay, you get the glasses, and I’ll get the bottle.’
‘Chin-chin!’
‘Bottoms up!’
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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.
The red-headed women had woken up, and rather quickly, she’d sat up and looked around, wondering what time it was, clearly the sun was already quite high in the sky – what a beautiful day – she thrust her slippers on and almost jumped up from the bed.
She opened the two French doors, as the warm air flooded in, she gazed around the tiny balcony; then she gazed around again, looking up, around and everywhere, but there was no sign of the two lovely gargoyles – they were her friends!
She padded back into the kitchen to make some proper coffee, and something to eat; there was a slightly stale half a baguette which was good enough, she would share some of the crust with the two little doves who were nesting there.
After finishing her breakfast, or rather brunch, she wandered into the bedroom to dress – something fresh and light since it was May; she straighten her duvet and put her pjs on top with her pillows – all perfect now, especially since her pjs are called Cat-Puccino (yes, really).
She had been sitting on her bed, where all her treasures were strewn around now, not very useful, apart from her ruby ring which was pretty valuable; but the problem was she was bored – just bored; but that’s not the reason… no! time to go out.
She should trust her instincts, she would find something to do, and with that… she strided off – at least it’s wonderful Paris, as she smiled.
He is an old guy and rather downtrodden. He stares in the distance and thinking not too much.
Meanwhile the cat sits pretty and pleased; she’s the clever one.
is it his? that cat? now let’s see.
The guy turns to the cat and the cat looks to him but of course we are together, now let’s go to eat something.
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Image credit: Maksym Mazur @Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows an old man sitting on a bench with a black plastic bag at his feet. A small black and white cat is sitting next to him under the bench. The man is shabbily dressed and looking toward the right with a forlorn look.
‘Another trophy,’ grinned Joey as he moved around the small museum, ‘and what a nice little find.’ He walked from one side to another, deciding where that best location would be.
He had been to the craft market at the start of the day, all the best bargains could go any time. He’d been poking around the various stalls, all kinds of bric-a-brac and stuff, and he almost couldn’t find anything appropriate. But then he saw it. Just a small wooden statue with a long face and a round tummy. Rather pleasing.
He’d haggled a bit, pushing down the price, even though he knew it was much more expensive – or at least he thought so. But of course he would do that, he couldn’t help himself. Always a dealer, as he winked, and then he hurried across the town, to open the museum.
But he couldn’t decide where to put this lovely piece.
He was sure it was very old, and also it must have come from somewhere in West Africa. Maybe Gambia or Sierra Leone? Why did he think about that? He should have to send an email to a few friends around the world. But meanwhile he would put the little piece on the desk at the front, next to his laptop.
He picked it up again. Then he closed his eyes.
‘You must have been in a large ship, and dangerous. From Africa to North Carolina, USA, but in between you went to Liverpool – is that right?’
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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.
The red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) had decided that she would not go to the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro today, no naughty-but-nice things to eat just at the moment; she was already primed to eat healthy things, and she had several juices on the go, plus for breakfast she had some muesli and half of a mango.
Then suddenly she could hear a ruckus down below, she opened her front door, it seemed that a couple of officers were waving a warrant around in one of the lower apartments; it was interesting, but best not to get involved, she thought, in any case petty rules were not for her, as she shut the door, and rather quickly.
She potted around in the living space, as she grinned: primal, she thought, it was a new plant called a Venus fly-trap; she peered closer, aha she beamed, another one caught – excellent!
She went to the tiny kitchen, and quickly washed the dishes, but she glared at that messy thing on the corner; perhaps she should forget about using that juicer, it was so messy and fiddly, and it took forever to clean it.
She went for a rummage in the bedroom – lots of things were under the bed – she pulled everything out and there it was, the useful box and inside was the receipt and the warranty, because by this time, she knew she would never use that juicing thing ever again.
But now she was hungry again, what would she eat… maybe another banana?
just a few flowers on the edge of the landscape it’s so grey there’s no mauve, jasmine or pearl so smoggy in that city
but close by, the colours are vibrant there’s dahlias and daisies so vivid
but it’s blurring now such a shame
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Image credit: Brooke Balentine @Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a few flowers lying on the parapet of a high-rise building. In the blurred background, the tall buildings of a cityscape can be seen.
Great Aunt Margot was having a leisurely breakfast on the ferry. She continued to read as she sipped her fresh orange juice.
Meanwhile the two boys had been running all around the ferry. But they stopped for a bit, they were almost out of breath. ‘It’s so big, isn’t it.’ ‘And several decks as well.’ ‘It’s lovely day too.’ ‘And calm, fortunately.’ ‘Come on, let’s run around again.’ So off they went, again.
Great Aunt Margot had finished her breakfast, but still she was reading her e-book. It was a detective novel, and it was pretty good, and she had no idea who had done the murder… yet.
A moment later, the two boys rushed past. Then they stopped and turned back. ‘Are we still okay to walk around,’ one of them said.
Great Aunt Margot looked up, holding her e-book carefully, ‘I thought your walking was rather more like running, hmm? But no problem, as long as you’re not in the way.’ She grinned now.
‘Actually, we have several things we have found around the decks. Look at these!’ The two boys smiled happily, as they removed their various pockets and put them on the table.
Great Aunt Margot looked at all of those things. ‘Quite a catch, you have,’ she remarked. But then, several people appeared, and each of them said: ‘that’s mine’ and ‘that’s yours’ and ‘is it his?’… etc.
The two boys looked rather upset, although not for long. ‘Look, the ferry will be docking soon.’
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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.
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