Photo-a-Day (Saturday, 28th March, 2020)
Swan, her wings furled tight like snowdrop buds,
Is a sheltered yacht boom wrapped in port.
When plunged her neck into gravel deep,
A dredger in silt and minnows becomes.
When Swan full rigged like The Bellerophon
Sails the lake, a galleon she is.
Aye, Swan is many ships.
Dear me,were will it all end? rampant frogs and now swans! They are supposed to be keeping their distance!
Beautiful creatures, makes you think what we are missing, stuck indoors...
Veronica if you missing all that stuff jump in a bath of cold water and get your husband to duck you under.
Don't fancy being ducked in cold water Mick... It's not very romantic is it?! The swans are elegant whatever they do....;o))
Cool, by Klein?, my Sweet.
swan lake romance david
This is all getting a bit too frisky for me! My mother was brought up a strict Methodist I'll have you know. There was no this and no that in our household, deary me no, and definitely none of the other either.
My grandma was so "Proper" that she used to cover the legs of the table in her front parlour!
I suppose there must have been SOME of the other, but it would only have been strictly in the line of duty and considered to be something that had to be "Endured".
Mistakes were made, of course. I heard one such mistake being refered to by a young man as "Catching a Train to Preston and finishing up in Blackpool".
Stand by for another baby boom nine months from now, (Unless the tele improves that is).
It won't be our generation though Dtease, it was bad enough in the early seventies when the electricity was cut off! .....
A rare sight indeed.