The life and adventures of a mildly dotty old bird.
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If only walls could talk.
It turns out that East Anglia has some cracking medieval wall art and two of our finds were happy unplanned discoveries. I like to have som...

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I'm leaving today's post in the very capable hands of The Cure. Was a huge fan back in the day and still enjoy hearing their unique...
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Once upon a time there was a married couple called S and A who went to Kernow on their holiday. Whilst in Tintagel, they decided to get a ...
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Last Saturday we travelled over to Newbury for a pub lunch with Mr GBT's siblings plus their partners. It's been years since we...
What sort of dancing do you do?
ReplyDeleteJulie xxxxxx
I'm a Morris dancer, but not with the hankies or garlands. Just sticks and bells.
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Haha, so like my cats (when they are wearing their bells) you can no longer sneak up and pounce of unsuspecting birds - brilliant
ReplyDeleteSame principle. It's always difficult if we're performing at events with birds of prey displays as our bells completely confuse the birds.
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That's what people say about me - you can hear me for miles with all my silver jewellery! xxx
ReplyDeleteI can imagine....much prettier tinkling though than the jangling sound I make though!
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Brilliant :) I have similar ones for keeping my singers in time during the pageant
ReplyDeleteThey have their uses!
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Love your bells. So different.
ReplyDeleteThank you Jak. They're an integral part of what we do.
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