The Dreamgarden

English Vagrant, Ecologist, Writer, Vintage Enthusiast, Wild-Swimmer & Gardener. Practitioner of Vulture Culture. 

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Elsewise; everything is completely out of control.

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I am the person who still lies awake in horror recalling the time my friends asked me to read some lines onstage before one of their shows and you’re asking me to do a talk?

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Adulthood is ridiculous.

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Rik Garrett

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I’ll receive silence from you as though it were a letter,

Carole Satyamurti, from “On Not Writing a Letter from Iona,” in Love and Variations (Bloodaxe Books, 2000)

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Oleg & the Bug - by Hannah Forward. Here’s what Hannah says about this lovely lino print:

I met Oleg the cat a couple of weeks ago. He belongs to a friend of a friend, who recently adopted him after her own beloved cat passed away. Oleg spent a lot of time chasing a brightly coloured bug around the floor, which gave me the idea for this print.

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I have to call the garage

Ugh ugh Ugh

Don’t want to call the garage

Ugh Ugh Ugh

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It’s a stupid situation. My uncles are both car mechanics, so it would seem nice to be loyal to the family and get my car serviced & repaired by them except... they often leave things in a catastrophic state, not adequately fixed or even worse that it started at.

I suspect the thing that fell off was an exhaust bracket... that they fitted a few months ago.

So it’s one thing getting everything done for ‘mates rates’ if it’s done okay but their work just causes more problems.

// Rant over

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I have to call the garage

Ugh ugh Ugh

Don’t want to call the garage

Ugh Ugh Ugh

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Béla Spányi (1852 – 1914)

Marshland

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Marrow Dangling

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Dunwich Beach - Suffolk - United Kingdom

What was once the sixth-largest town in England is now little more than a tiny, albeit atmospheric, seaside village, where to stride along the shoreline at twilight is to feel the true thrill of haunted England. The gulls wheel about you, their raucous cries intermingling with the thunderous percussion of the crashing waves. Legend speaks of these birds being the souls of long-dead fishermen.

History tells that the once-great town of Dunwich now lies submerged beneath the foaming waters of the very sea that stretches out before you. In a quiet moment, when the gulls fall silent and the wild waves retreat to prepare their next assault, you may just hear the ghostly bells of the town’s churches, tolling their mournful knell from beneath the swell, their dull chimes drifting upon the sea breeze. You may even spy the nebulous wraiths of long-dead citizens, whose restless spirits are said to walk the cliff-tops when darkness falls. And you will feel in that moment of peaceful solitude that you have truly walked with ghosts on Dunwich shore.

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Space candy.

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Glastonbury Abbey Ruins, England

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be the surreal nonsense you wish to see in the world