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I'm blogging over at Choc Lit Author's Corner today about seizing the day, but telling you about here gives me another excuse to post this photo, taken at the bottom of our garden last night.

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Fennie said…
I think you're showing off now.

(But glad you've fallen on your feet and have such a wonderful new home)
Chris Stovell said…
Sorry, Fennie! I'm still in a state of disbelief!
Frances said…
Chris, thank you for giving us another view of that view of yours. Maybe you could keep the weekly sunset sampling as a feature of your posts?

xo
Oh wow! That is one helluva picture. I'll have one more look at it and then pop over to your Choc Lit Author's Corner.
Pauline Barclay said…
Breath taken away! What a fab picture, you live in such a beautiful place. Thank you for sharing such gorgeous view.
Carol said…
Amazing photo!

Thanks for sharing.
The kind of view I have to drive hundreds of miles to find. :)

carol
Diane said…
Yet again - green with envy....can't wait to make our own "escape to the country" in the meantime you are well and truly providing my "fix" so please keep them coming....Is it today that you're off to the rugby - if so - I hope you'll be posting an appropiate blog and please do not spare all the dribbling about all those well toned thighs....lol
Chris Stovell said…
Frances, I probably will keep posting photos as I can't help myself at the moment. Unless, of course, Fennie gets too fed up with me!

Debs, Pauline, thank you!

Hi Carol and welcome. Thanks for visiting and for your comment.

Norma, Mags - that's what I keep saying here!

Diane, if everyone can put up with it, I'll keep posting photos! Yes, we went to see Wales v Barbarians yesterday and it was amazing! Will duly report on Wednesday!

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