As many people know I don't spell very well. I can recognise mistakes, my own and others, but not at the time of writing. Sometimes it pays off. The other day while talking to someone on the telephone I put together a video with the help of Picassa of our recent walk in a bluebell wood. Seeing a means of sending it to YouTube I clicked the appropriate icon. And off it went. Or so I thought. I had taken no trouble with it, given it no thought and acted only on the spur of the moment. When I tried to look for it on YouTube, there was no sign of it. But what I did find were scores of walks in English bluebell woods all looking the same by different photographers. Not a smidgen of originality in my project, half hearted as it was. Bad spelling meanwhile explained the absence of my album when I searched "bluebell" In mid-conversation, I had misnamed it "Bluebelle wood."
On the blue swimming pool cover pigeons walk on water. Every now and then, they stoop to sip from a puddle.
I am sorry to hear that the open platform buses are no longer used. Last time I was in the UK, 1983, they were in use and I leapt (leaped?) onto a moving bus as you describe and found it equally exhilarating. As I wound my way up to the top deck I felt I had truly arrived in the "old country" my grandparents spoke of. I remember a funny exchange between a conductor and a bus rider with a puppy. The conductor felt he should pay the extra charge for the dog but the patron felt that as it was a puppy he should go free, in the same way a child rides free. The argument eventually devolved into what to my Canadian sensibilities could only be described as a class battle. I don't remember who won, but Thatcher was firmly in charge and the man with the puppy was certainly past the allowable age...
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