Don’t bottle it up!
I am 100% British-Irish-French-German-Dutch-Scandinavian-Iberian-EasternEuropean-Italian-Finnish-EastAsian-NativeAmerican-SouthAsian-WestAfrican.
I am neanderthal-human.
I am human.
-riddled with water and viruses and bacteria.
Hey, Baby Bottletree!
A kind of a phantomish, grasshopperish walking stick insect/devil’s riding horse? (As seen sitting on the door of our rented car on Paxos.) Enquiring minds will have to rest frustrated, as with my lovely spider.
And so it goes.
Tick-tock: the Inktober clock.
From London to Athens:
The Tower of the Winds – or Horologian of Andronikos Kyrrhestes – at the foot of the Acropolis in Athens, contains a water clock, or clepsydra (water thief), one of the oldest ways of measuring time. In this instance, probably not a brothel stop-watch, though it was a whistle-stop visit…
‘n Geween en ‘n gekners van baleen. Right proper bawling! Or balaena.
The ways of the web are mysterious.