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I stumbled into natural fermentation over the summer and after some success with naturally picking cucumbers, I decided to give red onions a go. This is them on day three, doing well and looking very pretty with its pink hues.

Finding new ways to create my own joy out of the little things 🫶

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Turn out the bunting and hoist the flags—HRH is turning 70 in dog years today!

When I think back over the years, it is clear that he has always been unashamedly his fabulous, slightly divaesque self… and proud of it.

He is never afraid to make his thoughts, pleasures and displeasures known. He is a glutton for pleasure, though when us Jeeveses fail to indulge his every whim, he is known for his petulant pouts and attempts at endearing himself to us, so that we might change our minds.

His personality is mixture of Garfield, Marmaduke, and Winnie The Pooh. The latter representing his cuddly side that lives for bones instead of hunny, and his daily sighs of “oh bother.”

So when it came to finding the perfect picture, I had to think long and hard about what best captured his personality. There are the Marmaduke moments of him managing to jump into a bed so he could bury his precious bone within the folds of the sheets, and looking at me coquettishly like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth upon being discovered.

There are far too many pictures of him swimming while attempting to avoid the camera to choose from, and as many moments of him carrying his toys up and down the stairs as he does almost every night, because the diva within loves being praised for this particular prowess.

In the end I thought this one was most fitting… a bit of light shining out of his butt, because he wouldn't have it any other way than to have us all believe that the sun literally shines out of his backside!

Long Live The Duke and Long May He Reign 👑

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So as obvious as this may seem, it’s double Dutch to me. I know there’s a few options that you can select when reacting to a fellow Mighty Members post. However I don’t know what they represent other than the heart ❤️. Please could someone bring me up to speed so I don’t select something that doesn’t represent my feelings towards somebodies post?

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A picture post that needs no explaining 🥰

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6 months ago I posted a picture of my travel tea mug which I sipped as I sat on the bench in front of this church. I was fresh out of hospital and needed a walking stick, but it felt good to just get out in the open again while the other half walked the dogs.

Today, not only did I manage the dog walk—but I managed to snap a selfie in front of the church doors that I couldn’t even have walked up to in October last year!

I’m not by any stretch of the imagination cured, but it’s nice to be able to take in some new scenery instead of just watching how the light shifts during the day on my bedroom walls.

Out of all the lessons life has taught me these past few months, I think the change in perspective has been the most significant. I was always waiting on things to get better before working on my passion projects. But this break from life has taught me that there will never be a better moment than the present to get started on those things you’ve always wanted to do, but told yourself didn’t have the time to make happen.

Time as the saying goes waits for no one, so if this the message you’ve been looking for then *do it*. Open the door, take the tiniest steps, or crawl if you must.

But if you have a dream, there is no moment better than now to start chasing after it. It might not look or feel like how you imagined it would, but if all roads lead to metaphorically lead to Rome… what matters most is that you get there ✨

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It was a foggy morning in the wold, when I his human, yet to become known as Jeeves, Scamp, and Little Brofur set out on a quest abreast our noble steed Tucson.

We headed west along the old Roman Road colloquially known as the 419. The journey was wrought with many a peril, but Tucson that mighty diesel chugging beast battled dutifully against these omnipresent foes known as boy racers and Sunday drivers to carry us safely to our destination: Demi Eden. Fertile land where deer, pheasant, and rabbits roam freely alongside an enchanted brook.

But first we had to pass through the mighty turnstile gates. Valiant Little Brofur passed through the narrow gap between the gates of Doom in the blink of an eye. Scamp however, baring some resemblance around the middle to his fellow nobleman Henry VIII, almost got ensnared between the giant metal teeth. But he reached within and with a twist of the torso and a thrust of his mighty paws, he did it—he was free. To celebrate his victory he lifted his leg against the post so that any other dog who dared to travel this way henceforth would know of his triumph.

Next was the most perilous part of our quest. We would have to cross over the mighty rapids of The Lock. The water gurgled and roared as if powered by some dark beast within. Fortunately the gods had seen fit to build a bridge for one to cross over. And yet it is well known that when you have four paws, the five yard journey can be a frightening one, fraught with many a peril. Being light of paw, Little Brofur did a running vault and made it to the other side in three alacritous jumps. Not one to be outdone Scamp followed suit, albeit with slightly less aplomb. Though he was not light of paw, what he lacked in agility he made up for in courage, and so he boldly took the lead up the next crossing. The boardwalk across the marshland that separated our trio from the safety of our trusty steed Tucson who was bedded down next to the road, and our final hurdle: The Brook of Styx… otherwise known as The Ampney Brook.

Scamp scamped along the boardwalk taking care to avoid any gaps that might ensnare a paw that could see him dragged down into the jaws of Boggon: the bog monster that was well known to dwell within the muddy waters beneath, quietly laying in wait for fresh prey. “Not today Boggon!” Scamp followed closely by brave Little Brofur cried as they both boldly scamped across to safety on the other side.

Next up we had to traverse the muddy path toward the Brook, taking care to avoid the engorged roots of the trees that lined the path in yet another test of the courage that lay within each of our hearts. After lifting their legs on the sidings to signal to other dogs that they had once again prevailed, Scamp, Little Brofur, and I arrived alongside the mighty Ampney Brook.

There in the middle lay a great rock as the fast running water of the Brook sluiced by on other side. It was clear, to reach the other side, we would have to walk through the water. Little Brofur being undertall, jumped at the side of my leg to indicate he would need my help ferrying him across. Scamp sniffed at the water’s edge to ensure there were no tricksy water sprites lurking within. Satisfied that all was safe, he strode into the water and carefully began to walk towards the middle. With great courage and stout paws he made it to the great rock. He stood atop the great rock in triumph, and that is when it happened!

The Lady of the Brook emerged from the deep and presented him with Excalibone; anointing him so that he should henceforth go from that place and be known to all as The Duke of Bork. He turned toward me and decided that as his first royal decree henceforth I would be known as Jeeves, his loyal servant. He gave a snort in Little Brofur’s direction to let him know that he would be known to all as Sir Little Spare. Jeeves obligingly captured the moment for posterity so that they could leave this place and spread the word so that many would know about this day, and The Duke’s triumphant feat.

The Duke and Sir Little Spare continue to wander the realm of the wolds, at times lifting their legs in unison to ensure that both their legacies will evermore be preserved. As for me… I not certain about the Lady in the Brook, or Excalibone, which bore a striking resemblance to the remnants of a fox’s meal. But then again, who I am to challenge how my dog self identifies?

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