Falling Down
ouch. I , err, fell out of a tree yesterday. Not as spectacular as the mountain fall (300m/900ft down an ice slope aged 17), or as embarrassing as the more public slip off the causeway at Coverack, Cornwall into the sea. But a fall nonetheless and one that's taken most of the skin off around my cheek (and close to the recent operation scar) , also skinned and bruised my right leg, sniffle. And all this from about 4ft up the tree - how rock and roll. How obsessive. I've become hooked on the Flickr service and the need to get photos of even the most mundane dog walk (as this was) at crazeeee, arteeee angles.
ouch. I , err, fell out of a tree yesterday. Not as spectacular as the mountain fall (300m/900ft down an ice slope aged 17), or as embarrassing as the more public slip off the causeway at Coverack, Cornwall into the sea. But a fall nonetheless and one that's taken most of the skin off around my cheek (and close to the recent operation scar) , also skinned and bruised my right leg, sniffle. And all this from about 4ft up the tree - how rock and roll. How obsessive. I've become hooked on the Flickr service and the need to get photos of even the most mundane dog walk (as this was) at crazeeee, arteeee angles.
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