The Last Furlong

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Garden antiques

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We brought garden ornaments from Africa in our shipping container. Some, like the gaia stone made the moving men unpacking it at out first little house, cry out in horror as to the heaviness of the parcel – it was just rolled up in newspaper – a ton in disguise.

But the pigeons here (there are two actually) are from 1920 as are the frogs that sat in the hot African sun for seventy years next to the swimming pool of our African house, before coming home with us to the UK, to the gentle mosses of a moist retirement.

a pidgeon

One of the pigeons

a mossy frog

One of two frogs

a fat frog

The second frog


Author: Elizabeth

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

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