Not the song, everything has been blowing today. We've had strong gusty winds all day and it's been lovely. Leaves and branches are flying and there's a constant whooshing sound. It made for an interesting walk along the river this morning; Dusty and I were grinning like fools with our hair flying and shirts flapping. This afternoon I painted the dinette in the rental side and the front door, and Durwood cleaned the range hood with Simple Green, an excellent product.
September 23--Northumbria, England. The beach was make of cobblestones too big to be easily walked on. Leanna walked with her eyes down and her arms outstretched to keep her balance. Every once in a while she would pause to look around at the calm sea off to the right and the looming granite headland up ahead topped with the ruins of the 14th-century Dunstanburgh Castle. She was glad that she had been smart enough to wear her hiking boots when she set off that morning. She would surely have twisted an ankle on the rounded beach stones in regular shoes. As she neared the ruins she noticed what looked like there was a flag or a sail hanging from the crenelations. Whatever it was fluttered in the wind that swept onshore. The closer she got the more curious she was until she stood below the tower staring up at the body of a man tangled in ropes hanging very still.
Creepy, eh? I hope you've enjoyed your day.
--Barbara
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