Yesterday, Saturday, after doing little other than attending a coffee morning and in the afternoon doing things in the home, we have what I can politely say to be a day of surprises. Our plan was to go to the monthly flea market which is held at an exhibition ground to the south of Frome, at the same venue as the Frome Cheese show, then going to view an exhibition of surrealist and existential...
To the village of Clutton to enjoy the annual outdoor celebration which does not change much from year to year. There are various small sales stalls, charity stalls, local initiatives, a large tent where the most glorious selection of cakes, all homemade, were available for the princely price of two pounds of slice. I found someone who was selling carrot jam believe it or not and it was...
I have not written about this much but I am taking an increasing interest in the town of Frome, population 28,500 as of 2021 as it is more analogous to my social and cultural needs than Midsomer Norton where I currently live. By the way, the name 'Frome' comes from the Old British word ffraw meaning fair, fine or brisk and describing the flow of the river. My view is that Frome is not far away...
Saturday morning and nothing planned for the day. Raining but promise of sunshine later on so once again I followed my instinct and decided to go to Frome. In a way you are walking towards nothing but I know myself well enough to know that things will feel in a magical way. We first went to fill up with petrol at the Asda store which traditionally is the cheapest in the area but it was 149.9 ...
As you may know I have featured hundreds of posters since I started this diary. Some are on the mark and some are not. The above gives a very powerful visual message about what correct advice can do. I saw it in the church hall in which we had our men's breakfast this morning Up early this morning to attend the Christian men's breakfast in Frome. It is always a pleasure to meet articulated...
Dreams about Vegans The day began early with waking up from a dream. I was in a very large camp of Vegans. They had cooked mountains of vegetables which they laid out in steaming bowls on trestle tables and most of it looked the same. I sat down at a table where, strangely, meat was available and I was offered a portion but did not take it because I felt that they were doing it just out of...
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