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Hello, everyone, I’m Tilly!
I came to live with Quentin and Rose just a week ago, and they haven’t had any time for blog posts since!
I was allowed to go out in the big wide world for the first time yesterday, and it’s a very strange place – all white and cold! But I can bite lots of it, so that’s good.
It looks as if there’s a very big world out there to explore!
But exploring too much of it is very exhausting so I need to have a snooze afterwards.
The publisher asked me to take some pictures of Rose for the Polish translation of The Blackstone Key. I’m quite pleased with this one:
I think part of its appeal for me is the Mona Lisa smile: What is that girl thinking?
On a country walk today, I came across this wonderful beast. It’s hard to get a feel for scale here, but it was very big!
Do you think this is the sort of thing farmers dream of getting when they win the lottery, where others might aspire to Ferrari-ownership?
More rural, autumnal pictures here.
…everything looks like a tripod!
I’m a big fierce bird.
No, really, I am!
You think I’m only small, but I’m going to be big and fierce one day.
Are you scared yet?
See – I’m practising already.
There, that’s a pretty fierce look!
Rose and I have been removing some foliage today. This was the second load…
The undercroft at Old Soar Manor, in Kent. Light has shone through this door for over 700 years.
I pulled up behind this enormous truck, which towered over the (not insubstantial) car I had borrowed from my in-laws. There was one person in it, the driver, on his way to work, I should think.
There are two stickers on the back. The left one says, “Out of a job yet? Keep buying foreign!” and the other, “Please don’t fly MY flag on your foreign car!”
Somehow I think that’s not the real problem…
If you’re visiting Salisbury Cathedral, and you want to make sure your photos don’t look too much like those Constable paintings, here are some suggestions:
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Above Cotignac, Provence.
If there’s a convenient cave in the cliff next to your house, where better to park your Renault 4?
Just to stop my friends at home from getting too jealous, I should point out that the storm clouds sometimes gather even in Provence in the summer.
Some of the most impressive formations I’ve seen for a long time swirled overhead this morning, and the hills echoed with the low rumble of thunder.
Note that this photo was taken just before 9am this morning at the same spot as my post of a couple of days ago.
Still, I’m not expecting too much sympathy… we jumped in the pool, then had a splendid breakfast brought up by John and Fiona from the town below, and the sun is now shining brightly again…
It’s tough here.
Yesterday afternoon in Cambridge I had my headlights and wipers on. It’s amazing what a couple of hours in a plane can do.