Bog Snorkelling Poem

VIRIDI RANAM - THE GREEN FROG AT LLANWRTYD WELLS 

My poem has been well received by the people who organise the Bog Snorkelling Championships at Llanwrtyd Wells, and they have informed me that they will put a copy of it in the Neuadd Arms Hotel, which was the birth place of bog snorkelling. 

I will therefore wear the t-shirt with pride, and who knows, one day may even get to an event.

It's a bit cloudy in Birdwell today, just the day for getting creative, more poetry on the way.

Enjoy the video! 

Talk soon,

Jane x

I'll just keep practicing!

A SUMMER FROLIC IN BECKENHAM

 TAKE ME AWAY BEFORE I DO SOMETHING SILLY!!!!!

The photos are not the best in the world, but there was a lot of laughter-shake going on. It was fun!

We survived the show!

As you can see, low budget props.

Aunt Martha on the bus

The River Song - Music written by my friend Mary Sawyer.

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Christine's Hat poem.

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Joan, singing while I change behind the screen.

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Yet another hat!

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The End! What a birthday that was! It's been quite a week. Now to get back north for a bit of dark satanic, a good pint of Barnsley bitter, and the sanctuary of my back garden.