you be the judge
you be the judge
A sample of poetry from William McGonagall.
Considered the world’s worst poet.
1. Alas! Sir John Ogilvy is dead,
aged eighty seven,
But I hope his soul is now in heaven;
He was a public benefactor …
Stained glass church window
Stained glass church window
inside Trevalga church. This probably doesn’t work as a desktop background, unless one is particularly gothic, and all your icons are light.
That could be an affirmation – May all your icons …
Atlantic Coast over slate roofs
Atlantic Coast over slate roofs
Slate roofs and the end wall of this cottage.
Trevalga, the Church
Trevalga Church, North Cornwall
This church has a truly amazing stained glass window. Photo to follow
Trevalga Cottages and Churchyard
Cottages and the sea viewed across Trevalga Churchyard
Slate roofed cottages on the North Cornwall coast
Anon asked where Trevalga is
Sorry for the delay! It is here. The map is deliberately slightly off centre (from the village) …
The mystery of Cbney Island
Cbney Island
Cbney Island was discovered around 1775 by Jebediah Waits. While exploring the upper Flakspoot marsh he made a wrong turn at Maine(I’ve been told by a foreigner that Maine is above New York …
Mountain Man – Vardis Fisher
Mountain Man – Vardis Fisher
280 pages, in fair condition. Paperback fiction from 1965, set in USA.
Tailored after the actual “Crow Killer” John Johnson, Sam Minard is a mountain man who seeks the freedom that …
Funny fantasy – The Dire Tribe
The Dire Tribe of Thursleydale
Further to your allegations of our being a ‘dire tribe’, meant as an insult, we avow (*) that there is nought wrong with us.
(* good word – we looked it up! …
The horrors of Fermented Tea
Percival SmootFermented Tea Abuser
As a youth, young Percival Smoot sniffed flute polish to get high.But as he got older the draw of FERMENTED TEA claimed his soul.Today he rests at the Festergate Sanitarium after being …
Palindromes and Anagrams
Spiffing PalindromesHe lived as a devil, eh?Pull up Eva we’re here! Wave! Pull up!I saw desserts; I’d no lemons,alas no melon. Distressed was I.Marge lets Norah see Sharon’s telegramWe’ll let dad tell Lew.
Amazing Anagrams
Slot machines=cash …
Sound the trumpets!
Be sounding the trumpets of joy and gladness for Amur is of the return from goat festival. I did win 5 blue ribbons and 6 black with orange polka dot ribbons. All blessings be upon …
river at Duckpool
The river leading to Duckpool
This is at the end of the forestry, by the mill, about 1/2 mile from the sea at duckpool. See
Coombe Valley North Cornwall photos for a satellite view of …
Coombe Valley, North Cornwall – photos
The footpath looking over the valley
Coombe Valley; late summer mixed native trees. The whole forest is now a nature reserve (in practice) as there has been very little harvesting of timber for a while.
A view …
Stibb Wood – National Trust
Stibb Wood – National Trust
Just to prove the photos are real!
Sorry about the quality. There was so much shade my camera decided it was night time …
Volunteers have been working in here cutting back ‘weeds’, …
Kathleen Brennan lyrics
Kathleen Brennan lyrics
I hear ‘Take It With Me’ by Tom Waits and Kathleen Brennan is on the way, Pete. In case you forget to post them, here’s the lyrics:
Take It With Me
Phone’s off the hook
No …
woodland and cottages
photos and paintings – woodland and cottages
Cottages near Stowe Woods
This is at the end of the footpath through Stowe Woods towards Duckpool (photo to follow)
This would look good painted in oils
photo – Boscastle ‘Old Road’ towards the harbour
Boscastle ‘Old Road’ leading down to the harbour.
There are some truly amazing cottages and houses in Boscastle. It is surely one of the most attractive and unspoilt villages on the North Cornwall coast.
Photos of English …
Oil painting – Mad Aristocrat
Count Backwards Von Hundred
Comic character
The latest member of Wits End blog is captured at his desk in the Austrian mountains. Countess Sigmundina’s castle (Sigmund’s big sister) is through the window.
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The Road not Taken – Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler,long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, …