Tuesday, February 16, 2016

The Safety I seek is Between Her Legs.


Erm, colder than the morning before? It looks it out there, such a frost. Well i guess this could be goodbye dafodils!


As I walk through the center of Cannock I ponder just how nice it is here,


somthing I don’t think about often, on the way to the train.


I have a lovely ride on the train and at Wittion I look out of the window.


I guess I had better end it here then and start the new chapter on the way back.


I’m unsure where this story is actually taking us.


At home,  my parents visit and then I have time for some adventuring of the wasteland.


For the observant they will understand. However for me, Railroad doesn’t seem to work. Not the first time though. But I persit when I cheat and find out I was right. But what did the numbers mean? It would appear not to matter as long as you do Railroad. But does it? Or am I spelling it wrong?


"Nowhere Near The End Of the Rainbow"
contains information that is non-accurate, made up and in some cases just down right lies. Anything in this blogg may be based on true fiction but to help dramatise it, some items may have been embellished. Some names are made up, others are not and any that are familar to yours just are.





 Near The End Of The Rainbow

An account of something that may one day turn out to be wonderful.......