Last Week’s Snow
Here are some pictures I took last Sunday. It is very rare here to get snowflakes large enough to show up on camera.
I messed about with the first one in Lightroom. I don’t know what I’m doing but it’s fun pushing the sliders around to see what will happen đ
I shrank them all a bit to make the file size smaller.

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Lightroomed!


FF – You Too Can Make a Difference
Here is my little story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Björn Rudberg.

Copyright Björn Rudberg
Nigel glares at the sign. He canât understand. Others with disabilities pass with no problem. All races, creeds, colours and sexual orientation, all are welcomed with open arms.
Why is he any different? Why is he singled out?
The sign is clear. He turns and walks back the way he has come.
Have you been affected by Nigelâs story? Maybe, like Nigel, you were born with a single huge hand, or know someone who was. If so, please take to Twitter, using the hashtag â#iwasbornwithsinglehugehandsyndromeandfeelostracisedasaresultâ. If you have any characters left, leave a message.
You too can make a difference.
FF – The Watchers
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.

Copyright Ted Strutz
The camera sat forlornly on the hilltop, still pointed skywards. A small hamper and flask of hot soup sat nearby on a blanket, laid out in an attempt to afford the user some measure of protection against the damp grass. A book on astronomy lay open, pages fluttering in the breeze.
Molly trudged up the hill. âHarold? Harold? Where could he be, the old fool?â
Concentrating on the flask, the book, the camera, she didnât notice the still-smoking pile of ash…
There are things. Up there. In the stars. And they donât like being watched.
Pegman – The Future of Love
Here is my story for What Pegman Saw. This week we are visiting the Bahamas.

Copyright Slayde Kerner for Google Maps
âOh, darling, it seems just yesterday that we walked hand in hand along the pristine beaches, so in loveâŠâ
âIt was just yesterday.â
â⊠our hearts swelling swe..swe.. meep meep meepâŠâ
âOh, terrific.â
dial dial dial
âHello. Is that Robo Inc? My wifeâs broken down.â
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âBut⊠Iâm in the Bahamas. Miles from any engineer!â
⊠meep meep in love in love yesterday day day fzzztâŠ
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âWhat amazing value! Sign me up!â
âOf course, Sir. One moment, please.â
⊠hand in hand meep BZZZZZZâŠ
â⊠BEEP! hello, my darling, why donât we walk along the beach and make love in the waves?â
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FF – Mission Failed
Here is my rather rushed story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Sandra Crook.

Copyright Sandra Crook
Barclay drew his boat up quietly to the bank near a lawn of sculptures which looked as though theyâd been vomited randomly into place. High class venue. He saw cars near the mansion and smiled. No-one would expect him to sneak in by boat. He drew his gun.
Two at the door â blam! blam! Red sprayed. One more inside – blam! Right to the head. Too easy…
… until the hallway. Ten, all firing at once. Screaming, he fell in a pool of sticky red and groaned. Heâd never get all this paint out. His mum was going to kill him.
Pegman – A Busy Haunting
Here is my story for What Pegman Saw. I’ve missed a few weeks but I’m very busy at the moment. February/March is audits, budgets and all sorts!
This week we’re on the Clinton Road in New Jersey. This road is notorious for sightings of ghosts, Satanists, witches and even the Ku Klux Klan.
Of course, I bet they all like to come back after death and join the other ghosts… prepare to be terrified to your verrrry corrrre đ

Copyright Google Maps
Woo-woo!
âOy! Who are you?â
âWe are the ghosts of witches past!â said a witch.
âWell, weâre the ghosts of Satanists past and this is our week,â said a Satanist.
âDonât think so,â replied a witch. âIâm pretty sure weâre up.â
Woo-woo!
âWe are the ghosts of the Ku Klux Klan. Shudder in fear at⊠oh, itâs you.â
âOh, great,â said a witch. âThe bloody KKK.â
âItâs getting pretty crowded around here,â said a Satanist.
âThereâs been a bit of a scheduling error,â said a witch, checking her diary. âWeâre all booked in.â
âWell, we can work with the witches,â said a Satanist, âbut everybody hates the KKK. Bugger off.â
âIâve never been so insulted in my life!â said a Klanner.
âPretty sure you have,â said a witch.
And so the KKK left in a huff, leaving the witches and Satanists, who had always been of the same mindset, to haunt the road in peace.











