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grace e miya

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Charmed to meet ya- here for the music 🖤

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Ben Dolphin 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿❄️⛰🌲@countrysideben.bsky.social · 4h ago

Here's this month's effort for @walkhighlands.co.uk, taking a closer look at clegs than many of you are probably comfortable with 😉 I challenge you to read this one without feeling like scratching a non-existent itch 🪰 www.walkhighlands.co.uk/news/clegs-w...

Clegs: we really must stop horsing around!

Yes, I know I wrote about ticks last time. And yes, I know that makes it two articles on the trot about nasty wee beasties, but inspiration for subjects comes from whatever has crossed my path in the ...

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Daily Dose of Classic Cartoons@ddofcartoons.bsky.social · 2d ago

This is one of my favourite cartoons from Famous Studios. The music the nephews are playing is a bop and is well timed too as Popeye keeps peeping in and out of their room fails to catch them in the act every single time. Cartoon: "Me Musical Nephews" (Seymour Kneitel, '42)

Richard Morris@ahistoryinart.bsky.social · 2d ago

When Sorolla painted 'Niña en mar plateado,' in 1909, it was amongst the most luminous and freely handled works he had produced. In 1906, the newspaper 'La Nación' had written: 'Sorolla is one of the glories of Valencia...one of the glories of modern Spain.'

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Michael Daly@michaeldaly64.bsky.social · 3d ago

1971. Kevin Ayers joins Gong for a UK Tour. I remember my old boss saying years ago he was at the Stirling gig but couldn't remember what the band were called. I said most of the people there probably couldn't remember anything at all😵‍💫

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Radio Lento@radiolento.bsky.social · 3d ago

Episode 78 - The birds that sing on the cusp of night (*sleep safe* after 16 minutes) It is dusk. The light has almost gone. Birds sing amongst the June-green trees above a chortling river.

78 The birds that sing on the cusp of night - a leafy ravine in the Peak District (sleep safe after 16 mins) | Radio Lento podcast

Early June days, up in the green of the Peak District hills, do not give way easily to night. The birds won't let them. Brimming over with life and song, they sing at the dying light to stay, with all...

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