Just two of the dozens of butterflies in the bush named after them outside le Mesnil-Tôve. There lots of cabbage whites and meadow browns too but they refused to pose

Well I got him home safely and he only hung out the passenger side of my ride to holla at local cats three times so I'm thinking of taking him to the beach at Granville tomorrow Get out of my dreams And into my car Or just get out of my dreams

New driver achievement unlocked: pulling up alongside the village beauty. Hey boy, you wanna ride?

I firmly approve of all these pictures and especially enjoy the monstrous arse of the horse in pic 2. The horse in pic 4 is a bit deprived in that area, but may be carrying a flat-pack prosthetic arse in that mysterious box

I think in the interests of justice we need to really nail down the whereabouts and activities of a certain inhabitant of Dartmoor over the past week wearesouthdevon.com/dartmoors-ha...

Nearly midnight and they're still cranking up the music, it's a disgrace sheepondrugs.bandcamp.com/album/let-th...

Mystery now solved by @kardomah.bsky.social!

If someone could identity this flower for me I would be most grateful. I've never seen one with different coloured clusters on one head like that. Some had other colours too, yellow and purple

I can hear the sheep down by the river making a great deal of racket for the third night in a row. Their jeers and the clunks of their bells are giving me ovine FOMO, but it's too hot to go down there. Impasse.

Coz I am Carrier Bag Man Carry a bag man! #FallFriday youtu.be/7jZQkOHcFGU?...

The ruined station of Mortain-Neufbourg, a miniature, bombed-out version of which appears in the Musee Victory. At least the damage wrought by time comes without the tiny overturned Jeeps and prone figurines daubed with red paint. Love the Pourquoi slumping pine in pic 1 #normandy

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I've been having some nice drives around the woods and fields lately, but sunset blue skies, rolls of burnished hay, flickering tree shadow on swoopy bendy roads and grey stone churches can only fill so much of an evening. What I really need is a good hobby www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGD7...

To save money I have today begun something my father once told me I was bound to do in the end: start reading all my existing books again

Killing time in the church at Gathemo. The light wasn't very good for the BONKERS Chapuis stained glass windows, which I once posted on my old account at a time of year with lower sun, but I think that sombre Jesus painting above the side chapel altar is new, and I hadn't seen that font before

As I attempt to compose myself for sleep I send up a silent prayer that tonight I will not be repeatedly woken up by crickets hopping all over my body. Normally they never molest my slumbers but we are quite overrun with crickets and grasshoppers this year and they are getting rather bold

This item in Vengeons churchyard could hail from a 70s kids' ghost novel. Someone's weird aunt has patented a contraption for the seasonal thinning of the veil before disappearing underground, leaving only a scatter of allusive diagrams with titles like "Dead Man's Handle For The Sun: Figure 3a."

Good to see the old Tower Tavern in Fitzrovia (closed since the pandemic) repurposed as a cultural venue, complete with impenetrable, Cold War-ish name.

An enjoyable afternoon was had at the Victory Museum in Mortain. They don't usually like you taking too many photos in these places, but there were a LOT of mannequins and also scale models of things. I could not resist taking these few pics which hopefully do not compromise military security

The Naze Tower, in Walton-on-the-Naze. #WallsOnWednesday

On hot idle nights I often have a vivid memory of the sleepover I had as a child at a neighbour's, on the top floor of a rambling old three-storey house in the Midi. All red floor tiles and baroque wallpaper, some of it fuzzy.

What a great way for a young lady to learn how to run a household. Or, when those black-eyed creatures with their shiny domed foreheads come alive at night, simply to learn how to run

"The search for the strange is the search for the limits of reality, and therefore for its true nature." Love the thoughts about high strangeness in this piece by @drfrancisyoung.bsky.social. drfrancisyoung.substack.com/p/on-the-unc...

Tomorrow I am going to make a solo visit to a little war museum in an out-of-the-way Normandy backcountry village. No less than 70 mannequins are promised! There is no way anything could go wrong with this evidently fantastic day out

Well on the plus side my new identity's just dropped! en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Degener...

I would stare 500 miles, and I would stare 500 more Just to be the man that stares 1,000 miles Or km 1,609.34

Everyone knows about the Renaissance book wheel, but I only today learned about the Holloway Reading Stand & Dictionary Holder, patented in the late 19th century by an Ohio company We used to be a proper country archive.org/details/holl...

Carnival in Southend-on-Sea, England “Der Querschnitt” magazine, 1936 digital.slub-dresden.de/data/kitodo/...

A thrilling sequel to Bigelow's Near Dark. I stood up and cheered when the "little blonde" on horseback at 7.15, AKA Diamondback Belle, leapt from the "geegee", smashed right through the windscreen, and taught Colin to behave himself by gnawing his throat out

The owl is the business here, but I also love the feline and canine backup in the corner. And the rodents! Yes they might be threatening to undermine agrarian society and maybe chuck in a few life-threatening diseases, but you can't deny they're a jolly game bunch of chaps

Some snaps from inside the church at St-Germain-de-Tallevende. After seeing the mandorla in the porch last week I had high hopes for the interior, but OMG this eagle on a snake on a ball on a flock of one-legged harpies on LIONS outdid my expectations

Moth season is upon us once again and I predict this year will be good for those big noisy furry ones that both move and sound like the spiralling, stumbly, soul-struggling-but-failing-to-leave-the-body bassline in Poptones #PublicImageLimited

My fave origin theory about hill figures is that we're all trapped in that bumper charity-shop puzzle book your tightwad father gave you, in which every single Join The Dots has already been completed by visiting aliens "Just rub the lines out and start again." But you know it's a sodding horse

A strange bound head carving high on a wall in St David’s Cathedral 📷 24.07.24 #FindsFriday #PhantomFriday

Sorry it's called "Dolmen DE LA Loge aux SarraZins", it's taken me 3 times to spell it right The name of the adjacent village is even worse: Saint-Germain-de-Tallevende-la-Lande-Vaumont (the second longest commune name in France, outdone only by Saint-Remy-en-Bouzemont-Saint-Genest-et-Isson).

Finally found the Dolmen du Loge aux Sarrasins, in fact residing in someone's garden. The owner was very kind and let me come in and snap it after spotting me flailing about in a nearby field

Red flags (ii), Dorset, 13 June 2026.

Boredom level: deliberately shaking too much extra salt into tedium-size bag of crisps just to feel something

There was only ever this; them, the soft jostle of puppets, their kazoo clamour & mucky fleece faces. Their inscrutable bead eyes & needy paws. We always lived in a landscape of pink shag & beanbags. Poster paints, plasticine & gummed paper shapes, split pins & Gloy. So many crafts, so little time

I'm back from the 70s fancy dress party which I eventually decided to attend as a very butch Stevie Nicks, further spoiling the effect by only drinking a single Babycham. From a REAL BABYCHAM glass with the deer on! Was going to post a pic but the Pom won out Also lost my prawn cocktail virginity

It's the day of the party! I've failed to erect the promised structure in time, so I've decided to just go as an uncollected bin-bag spilling rubbish into the street, and my plus one is going as an unburied corpse

What would weekends be without sports. In the blue corner newcomer Spikes McCandyfloss is bristling for a crack at the behemoth in the red corner, seven times Fisons World Planterweight Champion Fancy Adrian Triffid

Not only was Smith a fan, he makes James sound amazing in ways not normally associated with James: "A saw fly tall as a man, met in a dim room full of rustling insects". There's something so erotic and Aickmanesque in the music of that phrase, a fitting tribute to the sombre young rake Lord Saul.

Nicholas Culpeper’s The Complete Herbal, this copy published in 1850.

Lots going on here.

Lemmy is the first cat of Normandy to ever win the coveted Garage Wall In Bloom award and the word "humble" did not feature in his acceptance speech

I also had time to wander the garden behind Vire's museum. It looks a bit medieval, with many small fruit trees, masses of medicinal plants and, oh yeah, a single unexplained grave halfway down the main path

Today we went to a new vet in Vire and it turns out there's a quite pleasant river walk down there, with some lock gates that are apparently over 1000 years old. An old man, almost incoherent with rage, told me how the water was too low and the silt removal operation had scared away all but one swan

This whole thread is great but this is the post I'm reposting because I just must have the woodwoses and surprised fish lion on my page at once

Gonna kick off my new series of Regional Horror anthologies with "Haunted Nowhereshire: Classic Tales of Terror from Where The Fuck is THAT, I Don't Know Mate, You Look It Up", which will showcase the finest ghost stories from all the counties not hip and mystical enough to ever deserve a book