Showing posts with label oak trees. Show all posts
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Sunday June 11, 1978

3rd Sunday after Trinity

Feast of Weeks (Shebuoth)

I didn't get to bed until 8:30 this morning, but by noon Jacq and I had set out on a walk to Baildon Moor, uprooting a few oak saplings on the way for the garden. We were out in the countryside until after 5 and a very pleasant, happy time was had.

At home Mum was very quiet. Dad was refusing to talk to her because of the car incident. How pathetic! If he hadn't have been so pissed the calamity would have been avoided. David B says the damage will cost £20 to put right. Never mind.

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Thursday May 17, 1984

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds Bert. Cold. The over enthusiastic woman from Kenmar (fruit machines) bustled in and talked none stop for half an hour ...