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Prolific Blogger Award


Look! Wasn’t it lovely of Debs and JJ to send this to me? Thank you!
There are a few rules that come attached to it:
1. Every winner of the Prolific Blogger Award has to pass on this award to at least seven other deserving prolific bloggers.
2. Each Prolific Blogger must link to the blog from which he/she has received the award.
3. Every Prolific Blogger must link back to This Post, which explains the origins and motivation for the award.
4. Every Prolific Blogger must visit this post and add his/her name in the Mr. Linky so that we all can get to know the other.

I'm passing it on to:

Mountainear for her high spots of life from the top of a low mountain.
gaelikaa for her diary of east/west life.
Fennie for a 'rag bag of odds and ends' where you'll always find something interesting.
Preseli Mags for her writings about life in the Preseli Hills... and because I can almost wave to her.
Cottage Garden for poetry on a Monday and for a blog that's visually stunning (hmm, not sure where you'll put this award,J!)
Helen Ginger for everything you wanted to know about writing, editing and publishing.
Exmoor Jane, a goddess amongst bloggers, the woman who set the bar back in the CL days!

Comments

Chris, I've just left a comment re award on your other post - duh!

Jeanne x
I always like to follow the links bloggers post when they get awards. I've discovered so many great new blogs this way. Congrats on your award!
Maria said…
Oh, Chris, so nice of you, I'm honoured. I'll collect it and sort out the various links etc. within the next couple of days. Thank you!
Exmoorjane said…
A goddess?? A GODDESS? Ye gods, at last someone has realised!

Huge thanks, dear heart. Can't begin to tell you how thrilled I am for your success. jxxxx
Not me then, Chris? Ooops - haven't actually blogged properly since before Christmas, so guess that's hardly prolific. ;-}

V impressed to see all your prolificity, though - looks like you're a woman on a roll. xx
Maggie Christie said…
Thanks you for the award! And in such illustrious company too. I'm honoured and touched. xx
Chris Stovell said…
Jeanne, understood - very sensible.

Hi Karen - yes it is a good way to see new blogs, isn't it?

gaelikaa, you're very welcome, hope it brings a few more readers to your fascinating blog.

Exmoorjane, well, you were the one right up there at the top of the CL leader board. Still have very mixed feelings about that fiasco. You were the clear winner, but we've all got so much from breaking away and doing our own thing so it wasn't all bad.

LBD, well, you can always make a little space in the trophy cabinet, if you like. Ah, go on, you know you want to!
Jenny Beattie said…
I love to see a list of new (to me) bloggers to check out. Thanks Chris.

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