The Last Furlong

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Wipe out mystery

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The day we left for our hols, the heatwave started. It’s not over yet.

No rain.

Heat.

Sun.

Day after day ….

I don’t like the heat. It exhausts me.

I don’t like the water restrictions. My garden needs a good soaking. We live in the bloody Lake District for God’s sake! But our water goes to Manchester – and it is being used for fighting the moor peat fires raging there.

Our garden birds have disappeared. Wiped out! Not visible or audible anywhere around here – not even in the hedges or trees.

Where have all our birdies gone?

Which of the above problems seem immediately solvable?

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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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