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Friday, October 22, 2021
Saturday, October 16, 2021
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
(from 'To Autumn' by John Keats)
. . . and great activity locally harvesting huge quantities of Potatoes. Here a tractor awaits the return of the second tractor and trailer which collects the potatoes coming off the harvester.
Litter at Clonagam, just similar to the same at various places around Portlaw, especially on stretch of road leading to Fiddown Bridge, around Pouldrew, around the village fountain, plus lots more. Needless to say, the sign-posted CCTV Cameras around the country don't exist and fail to capture the culprits. Comments from some people viewing this mess included "It's how they're reared" and "I'd hate to see the interiors and exteriors of their obvious, dysfunctional homes."