There’s some funny goings on in the local village of Weir, Bacup, Lancashire up the road from us. Decapitated bodies that all wear wellies and jeans.
Owls that don’t know they are only supposed to come
out at night.
Trees that like to do a bit of crocheting, or as my old friend Ronnie would say “crowshiting”. Naughty Ronnie !
I’d love to have a pom-pom border in my garden.
They’ve got the biggest snowballs I’ve ever seen
There’s lots of wildlife in Weir
As well as a few farm animals
One things for sure its a village full of community spirit and kind people.
The best of them is my friend Anna who has opened her own Cafe Bar there and offers everyone the warmest of welcomes
Well done Anna, we are so proud of you my lovely
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