So….. I imagine this sea gull, (if they fly by a lake are they called lake gulls?) while reflecting on this faithful, old lighthouse that has been keeping watch for years, suddenly being stunned by the question that has now formed in his bird brain: who keeps watch over the lighthouse?
I’m doing my wrap-up a little bit early this month because there is no way I am finishing another book in the next two days. I had very ambitious plans for reading this month, and they just did not happen. 306 more words
We spent a sunny day wandering along the North Wales coast early last week. We strolled along the promenade at a place called Rhos. I thought you may like this little set of three pictures. 36 more words