Man crouching down next to a stroller - looks like he's sitting in it.

One day we will actually meet at one one of these things!

On the flip side, I am a woman without an ounce of maternal instinct! I don't mind other people's kids, have occasionally considered some cute, fundamentally do not want one in my life full time!

A screen in front of a cathedral pillar. On the screen is the front cover of Tracy Borman's book, the House of Boleyn.

The front of Peterborough cathedral. The stone is glowing a warm yellow in the evening sun. The sky is blue.

Looking forward to a Tudory evening. Tracy Borman talking all things Boleyn in a cathedral that is positively glowing this evening.

In a nutshell. 😊

What I Mean When I Say I'm Tired I don't mean I want to sleep. I mean I want to disappear for a while. To be rain on a stranger's roof. To be smoke rising from someone else's fire. I don't want to die. But I do want to rest in a way the world has never allowed me. I don't want comfort. I want quiet. I want the mercy of being unseen without being unloved.

What I Mean When I Say I'm Tired ~ K.E. Sermonté

"I want quiet.
I want the mercy of being unseen
without being unloved."

It is a very lovely part of the world.

The Peak District became the UK's first national park 75 years ago, but the area has been attracting visitors for much longer. One of the oldest tourist attractions is the Devil's Arse - one of four caves in Castleton that are accessible to the public. "It makes a huge farting noise basically," says John Harrison, director of the site, as he explains where its name originates. "It was always known as the Devil's Arse and then in Victorian times, with their sort of prudish outlook on life, it became offensive. "They changed it to the Devil's Hole - which is probably worse - and then Peak's Hole and then Peak Cavern. "When we took it on it was Peak Cavern and we changed it back to the Devil's Arse."

This is why heritage people are my people.

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Love this stone in St Ives Museum

Frank N Furter drawing

Happy 80th Tim

Balls of mistletoe in a bare tall tree

Mistletoe

A big stone lion

Good kitty.

The gatehouse to Burghley House

A stone building with a round end

A view up a street in Stamford with very old houses on the left

A very old stone building that says Messrs Hunt Brewers along the front

The front of Burghley House, a very grand stately home

A very odlf Burghley House in the distance a river and trees in the foreground

Rolling grass fied, a very old stone bridge and lots of trees

A very down the river, yrees on the left bank, stone buildings on the right, the sky is very blue

Was a lovely walk today. I do love Stamford.

A stone retaining wall with sloping grass going down to it on one side forming a ha-ha.

Ha ha! A ha-ha.

A pheasant but with black feathers instead of brown

They have very odd pheasant at Burghley.

I'm not joking when I say mRNA technology is more important than "AI" and it's a tragedy we're throwing billions into one while our government is aggressively defunding the other.

Grass, trees, a blue sky and a historic Burghley House in the distance.

There are worse places to start a Sunday walk.

Every day when I go through the papers it's just story after story of cis men murdering and abusing cis women and then you turn the page and it's EVIL TRANNIES MUST BE STOPPED TO PROTECT WOMEN.

There's never a headline about stopping cis men.

A black cat with yellow eyes and ridiculously large ears looking pretty, as always.

My lovely Lilith for #Caturday.

Genuinely wondering if I have the courage to look at this over the weekend. Is ignorance bliss? What would I do if I found out my great grandad was a card carrying Nazi?

All well and good but can he pour a proper pint of Guinness?

Love her!

The most spectacular hauntings of my investigating career did not happen in grand houses or ruined castles. They happened in Co-op shops, terraced rows backing onto railway lines. We find ghosts where we live. The everyday is spectre-soaked thing. – #CJosiffe #Ghosts

The problem is, the giant rhubarb really, REALLY likes you, too.

Wait...what? How did I not know this? I have watched that film so many times!

"Nice kanagroo"

"thanks, it has pockets"

View down the river Nene. Big pub barge to the left bank. Flats on the right. A couple of swans are coming down the river.

Lovely evening for a drink on a boat!

*excluding predatory lecherous old men, preying on young women.

I will say, having a fling with a 35 year old married man when I was 18 was probably not my wisest move, and in retrospect he probably was a wrong 'un!

I think when 2 people of the same age get together young they grow up and form themselves in unison, and either grow together or grow apart.

So I don't think age gaps per se are a bad thing* - it's more where you both are in your life that matters. How fully formed you are as an individual person.