Inn on Thistle Hill Bed and Breakfast
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... to notice, better than the ones down our way, which are cheaper and offer cheaper tastings. Nevertheless: we had a nice day. The weather was gorgeous—yet again (this might be the nicest week in a Virginia summer since we moved here)—and the scenery is gorgeous. I’ve posted lots of photos with descriptions, so have a look.
We ate dinner at the restaurant in the Blackthorne Inn (not to be confused with ...
We have known Kevin Potter for years now and when he said he had bought a ring we set our travel plans because we would not miss it for the world!
Kevin and Ginny Lynn got married on a beautiful Saturday afternoon at her families church tucked outside of Washington DC. They held their reception in her grandfather's back ...
Woke up again to the rooster! Thanks buddy! The thing with the rooster is... It's not like a normal alarm clock. You can't press a "snooze" button on it! Which is good cause it means you have to wake up! Fed the donkeys, sheep and ducks this morning. The poor duck that was injured was still not looking good so we have put her in a safe little nest in the barn near the donkeys and Fiona the cow. My new daily chore is to check on ...
... 8220;T”s crossed and so I never needed to know in any sort of detail what was happening next. The failing for me was that I could never communicate that very effectively to the team.
The lens I view the people I come in contact with was shaped in 1969. The summer of that year I traveled to the then Soviet Union during the height of the Cold War with an organization called the Citizens Exchange Group. Their mission was to help people ...
... answered as they had slavering Rottweilers at the window.
A couple of more houses were empty but then I saw an old woman walking to her garage. I waved and walked toward her trying to look as friendly as possible. Not easy when you're dressed in black motorcycle gear.
Once she realized I was a friendly we chatted about the marker. She said it was right were we parked the bikes but got stolen 3 years ago. F**ckers !
I kicked the tennis ball for ...