Where we feed the ducks, in the sunlight.
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Where we feed the ducks, in the fog.
Cynthia's duck (named 'Blanco' by Ben) by the Thames when it was foggy for 4 days in a row.
It's Christmas!
A thatched cottage at Clifton Hampden. We stay in this village every summer on our canoe-camping weekend.
Wittenham Clumps and Didcot Power Station
The Poem Tree
This is the 'Poem Tree' at Wittenham Clumps. On it is carved:
As up the hill with labr'ing steps we tread Where the twin Clumps their sheltering branches spread The summit gain'd at ease reclining lay And all around the wide spread scene survey Point out each object and instructive tell The various changes that the land befell Where the low bank the country wide surrounds That ancient earthwork form'd old Mercia's bounds In misty distance see the barrow heave There lies forgotten lonely Cwichelm's grave. Around this hill the ruthless Danes intrenched And these fair plains with gory slaughter drench'd While at our feet where stands that stately tower In days gone by up rose the Roman power And yonder, there where Thames smooth waters glide In later days appeared monastic pride. Within that field where lies the grazing herd Huge walls were found, some coffins disinter'd Such is the course of time, the wreck which fate And awful doom award the earthly great.
— Joseph Tubb, 1844–45
