Ok, so I am not going to say anything about blueballs, I just couldn’t stand not using it. I accidentally typed in blueballs the first time I tried to type bluebells. What can I say, that’s where my mind goes! So, I’m sorry if you found this post hoping for a cure for blueballs or thinking that it was a porn site of some ilk. No porn here unless you get off on yarny and flowery stuff!
Today the hubby and I went to Leighton Buzzard. Saturday is market day and the LB market is a tad bigger than the Tring one. Since I am leaving in a day, there were also some supplies that we needed to pick-up. The hubby was nice in taking a couple of photos of the market for me. It’s really hard to get the entire feel for the place since it is down both sides of a street and there are lots of folks wandering around. We were both wishing that there was some way to record some audio as the sound of it was really cool. The vegetable sellers trying too woo shoppers in at the top of their voices with deals that change by the minute, the music coming from some sellers stalls and the general din of a market day.
We went home and dropped off the things that we had picked up and loaded the dogs into the car and off we went again. This time to the top of the Beacon for a look around. First we stopped and got some pictures of the fields of rapeseed blooming on the hills.
Then we meandered on up the hill, huffing and puffing much to the amusement I am sure to the much more fit Brits on the path around us. Hell, even the dogs weren’t winded!
From there is was just a short drive to the closest bluebell walk.
It smelled as good as it looked as bluebells are in the same family as hyacinths. It sort of smelled like being in a room where some laundry was drying that had been washed with some very posh washing soap.
The dogs behaved the best that they have towards other people and even other dogs that they have, well, ever. It was sort of amazing, they just walked right on by people not paying them the least attention. Normally, Meara wants to KILL! KILL! KILL! everyone, especially if they have a penis.
Tomorrow I fly to the US for my graduation and then on to Maryland Sheep and Wool. Oooooo, Maryland Sheep and Wool…….
P.S. Here’s a little teaser for a finished object that I just got done today…