Maht over at Moon Topples has a few interesting things going on.
His project of the month - Phoctober (sounds vaguely rude, if you're me) sort of captured my eye because I am usually one of those people who tends to forget the camera on those very important occasions. So, although I can't promise a photo a day, I have dutifully put my camera in my bag and will try to remember to take it out a few times this month.
So, here is my first Phoctober pic, taken this afternoon about a mile from my house.
It is Treslothan Church (1841) - tucked away in the middle of a dense wood, peaceful and calm. I like it because it is really a higgedly-piggedly mess of a church that doesn't seem to follow any churchy rules. The graveyard is also a constant source of fabulous names (Loveday Shycock, Garfield Grutt and Polly Penrose who was 'only six when the angls took her' - yes it does say that).
Right, better put your hot drinks down for this one - Moon Topples has also kindly awarded me a NICE thingy. Here it is in all its niceness.
Apparently he thinks I'm nice (he has much to learn) but he does say...
"Minx is nice in the way that I am nice, I suspect: she still bites when provoked. Once befriended or bribed, however, she is an excellent person (for a Limey)."
A true compliment in my particular un-nice book.
Nice is a funny word, isn't it. It is not a word that I use very much when I'm writing, I think it can be mis-used, often over-used and can be heavily doused in sarcasm. Mostly too inane to employ when you really want to get deep down and dirty as to how you feel about something but sort of summing up a general kind of warmy, cuddly nicely niceness.
So, forgive me, I thank Maht for this award, it is very nice, but you are all too wicked to receive it.
I shall keep it for myself unless you can convince me that you are just plain - nice!
pee ess - you can nick this one if you want it, Jon M